Rose Red - Sandwiches, Paint and Werewolves

Chapter 7~ God, kill me now.

It's P.E., and because of my WONDERFULL hay fever I am not doing it, so that means more story for you AHMAZING readers.

:D

Smiles all around.

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Just as my leg was rapidly approaching his groin, his hand suddenly whipped out and caught it in his hand. He jerked his face out of my neck, and stared into my face.

Bloody hell, he was ...... there weren't words.

His hair was tussled sexily, his fringe leaning into his eyes, the brown strands almost begging to be brushed away. I remembered my fantasy, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

His green eyes narrowed at me, looking incredibly cat like. They were the greenest eyes I had ever seen. They reminded me of the forest, the wind teasing out the leaves. His lips were turned down into a frown face, a little ravine appearing in between his eyebrows.

Those lips.

Oh.

My.

Lord.

I really hope I wasn't drooling,

His lips were opening and closing. Huh? Why was he doing that?

Oh.

He was saying something, and I had missed it in my gawping.

Intelligent Rose.

He probably thought you were Chloe clone.

I turned my brain back on, just catching the end of his sentence.

"......would you try to DO that to someone who just saved your arse?"

Wait a minute.

Was he saying he SAVED me?

"You didn't save me! I was fine on my own!"

He rolled his eyes.

"Says the person who had just been nearly eaten by a Shifter."

"I wasn't eaten! I was..... er..."

"Nearly Eaten. Exactly."

"I was not!"

"You really were!"

"Not!"

"Were!"

"Not!"

"Were!"

"Not!"

"Were!"

"Not!"

"Were!"

"Not!"

"Not!"

"Were!"

Oh Damn.

"Mwaha! I WON!" He crowed, and did an awkward victory dance. It was actually pretty good, considering he was lying sideways on the floor, my legs entangled in his, stopping him from doing half the moves.

That reminded me. I WAS STILL LYING ON THE FLOOR WITH A GUY I DIDN'T KNOW.

I tried to jump up from the floor, so I could get a crowbar in case the guy was a rapist, only to fall back down again. Somehow, during his shenanigans my hair got caught in his zipper.

Could this get any more embarrassing?

I think he realized it at the same moment as I did, because he suddenly stopped "dancing", and looked down. To make things worse, he was getting, er.........

excited. By now you could probably fry an egg on my face, it was so bloody red. I was trying to tug away, ripping some my hair out in the process. I winced as I pulled, and hoped for it to end.

His hands came out and caught my head softly from the back, stopping me from pulling.

"You won't undo it that way you know."

"Maybe I will."

"You won't"

"I will!"

He groaned as he laughed.

"Lets not start this again."

Suddenly the door burst open, and a sleepy Art came out of her room, her hair sticking up on one side, still dressed in her Elmo pajamas. She just calmly stepped over us, and went down stairs.

We were both so shocked, neither of us thought of anything to say. We just stayed frozen until her head popped up in between the stair poles.

Exactly at that moment, the zipper decided to give, and my head plunged straight into his crotch.

"Well." She grinned. "Don't you two look cosy."