Sweet Tarts (Magcon Fanfiction)

Chapter 30

*Boss Ass Bitch*

*aka Taylor*

"I THROW MY SKI TYPES UP IN THE AIR SOMETIMES SAYING AYOOOO TASTE THE MOTHER FUCKING RAINBOW!

I WANT TO HYPERVENTALATE AND EAT ALL NIGHT SAYING AYOOOO ME NO LIKE TOMATOOOO."

I screamed at the top of my lungs while Cameron looked at me confused.

I gave him a sassy look.

"Bitch don't kill my vibe!", I snapped my fingers and fixed my bandana.

He just shrugged and drive back to the flat.

When we were passing Nash's house we saw police sirens.

Immediately Cam pulled around the corner before we looked into what was happening.

"Oh shit Aaron!", I ran up to the back of the ambulance to see my freckle faced friend looking green.

"God Taylor don't go near her. For your own good dont!"

**Matt**

I kissed Delaneys hand as we walked through her front door.

She blushed and saw my N-64 before she was gone.

"PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE MARIO KART 64!", She shrieked before sitting down and turning it on.

I shook my head and laughed.

"I'll tell you where it is if you let me touch you.", I smirked as her eyes looked unamused.

"Seriously. Ya Nasty.", She gave me the hand and went back to her video games.

"I meant it.", I pulled her up by her arms before draping them over my shoulders.

"Hey!"

Before she could protest, I pushed my lips into hers.

I felt her body relax into my grip and she tangled her hands in the hair at the nape of my neck.

I forced her onto my bed and she moaned as I trailed sweet kisses down her neck and jaw line.

"Matt- baby we aren't even a couple, OH GOD!", Her hips bucked up as I sucked where her shoulder met her neck.

I smirked into her body as she clawed into my back.

Then she pushed me off.

I frowned a bit.

"Matty.... not without being a thing.", She gave me a stern look and I pouted like a little 5 year old.

"Fine.", Without warning I dragged her out to my car.

I dropped her off at Aarons place since I knew Katy would be there and left.

She looked confused as I drove away. Oh well.

I texted her when I was back at mine.

To: The Lanester

  Meet me at DiRello's at 7pm. Actually I will pick you up. You know the style. Be fancy.