James followed me into my room, making himself awfully comfortable on my bed. Using one arm for support he led across the entire bed, and even then his feet were still hanging off the end.
"I know I'm handsome but you can stop staring, I'm not planning on leaving anytime soon" James cockily spoke, with a half smirk taunting me.
I rolled my eyes at this, "I was actually trying to kill you with my eyes. Shame you're still breathing." I shrugged my shoulders before walking up to the bed and shoving his legs so that I could sit there too.
He let out a deep laugh, placing a hand on his heart as he retorted, "You hurt me princess." James looked so carefree at that moment, his laugh turned into a smile that reached up to his eyes.
"Well at least one thing came out of it then, my eyes had to suffer a lot" I cheekily replied.
I'm not sure where this sudden confidence was coming from, and by the look on James' face I don't think he did either.
James looked shocked and a mixture of hurt as he pretended to wipe a tear away, "That's the worst thing anyone has ever said to me."
I laughed at his lame attempt of acting; let's just say that career option isn't there for him. I couldn't stop laughing at James, I think a five year old would have better acting skills.
James pushed me lightly with his foot, "It wasn't that bad", he defended himself.
"Bad is definitely one way to describe it", luckily my laughter was dying down to chuckles. I'm sure that my face was bright red from laughing so much.
"Do you know what else is funny?" James sat up with an evil smirk, his one hand grabbed mine in a tight grip. With the other hand travelling to my stomach I knew what was coming.
"No, no. James, don't."
"What was that princess? I can't hear over all your laughing?"
He started to tickle my sides. It was known that I hated tickling more than anything in the world. For some reason there wasn't any part of me that wasn't ticklish.
I started to squirm away, until James straddled me, giving me no escape route. The tickling stopped as he held both of my hands in his, preventing me from getting away. I looked up to see the biggest smile painted on his face.
Who was this person in front of me?
Author's Note
I'm SO SO SO SO SO sorry for not updating for months, uni has been pretty intense and I've had no time/writers block!!!!
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Shot in the Dark
ChickLitIsabelle was a small town's pride and joy, living a life sheltered by popularity. She never knew what it was like to face the wrath that came with small town rumours. That was until someone walked into her life and turned it upside down.
