We sat on my bed, him up against the wall and me just in front of him, our legs crossed and him playing with my hands.
“What are we doing Jarred?” I sighed shakily, regretting the words as soon as they left my mouth. He stopped playing with my hands and just held them in his.
“I don’t know Ali, but you’re mine, right?” he asked.
“Do you want me to be?” I mumbled, “Yours I mean.”
“Be mine?” he whispered, leaning in slightly.
“I already am.” I whispered back.
“I’m serious Ali; will you go out with me?”
“Of course I will, loser.” I giggled as I tackled him back onto the bed slightly.
We spent the rest of the afternoon cuddled up in my bed watching American Horror Story until my mum came in to let us know dinner was ready. After dinner we went back to my room and huddled in bed again.
“I need to go shower.” I giggled after we finished the second episode of American Horror Story; Murder house.
“Ok.” He said simply and followed me out into the bathroom.
“What’re you doing?” I laughed as he took his shirt off after shutting and locking the door.
“Going for a shower?”
“No I meant I need to go for a shower, not you.” I teased as I threw a clean towel at him.
“Well too bad baby, you’re stuck with me.” he said, his voice dropping an octave, I couldn’t help but laugh at how serious he looked. I grabbed my stuff and walked out into the granny flat shower, kissing him on the cheek quickly before leaving. When I came back from my shower, he was sitting on my bed without a shirt on, his hair damp and a sullen look on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, walking towards him. Yet again I had walked into my room with nothing but a towel on to find him sitting on my bed.
“Don’t worry.” He said stiffly.
“No way in hell am I accepting that, tell me what’s wrong and I’ll drop my towel.” I compromised.
“You left me again. Why won’t you let me be with you?” he pouted.
“You are with me, you’re with my right now,” I explained, pulling some underwear on up under the towel I was wrapped in, “and I left because I wanted a shower, and I don’t think I’m ready to shower with anyone other than myself just yet. Let’s just see how this goes okay?”
“Okay.” He muttered as he climbed back into the spot he had claimed as his own in my bed. I finished getting dressed and hung my towel up. I gingerly climbed over the top of Jarred to get to my spot in my bed, I got halfway over him and he grabbed my hips, moving me so I was sitting across his waist. I tried to move off of him but he still held my hips.
“No.” he whispered, sitting up to kiss me, hand instantly going to his hair, my fingers getting caught in his almost curls. I pulled away and moved off of him. He stuck his bottom lip out, pouting, pretending to be angry with me.
“It’s cold.” I explained, curling up in a ball under the blankets. He didn’t complain, he just moved closer to me and sat up, his back against the wall. I put on the next episode of American Horror Story and moved back next to him, him wrapping his arms around me and holding me against him upon my return. I turned my phone on, pulling it off the charger as I did so and started to take sneaky pictures of me and Jarred. After a few pictures he noticed and started pulling faces and doing cheesy things like kissing my cheek. Then he stole my phone from me and went onto my snapchat. He took a picture of us and sent it to everyone on my friends list, and put it as my story. He captioned it “She’s mine, back off.” After snapchat he put the same picture on his Facebook.
“You’re a loser” I giggled, trying to get my phone back from him.
“Nope.” He laughed, stretching his arm out so I couldn’t reach my phone. I climbed over the top of him and grabbed my phone and laughed, lying back down in my spot. He rolled over, hovering above me, his arms supporting some of his weight so he didn’t hurt me.
“Yes?” I whispered, intimidated by how close he was to me. He bent his head down, his breath hot on my neck as his breathing became heavier. “Not tonight Jarred.” I whispered, trying to push him off of me a little bit.
“Why not baby?” he asked, rolling off of me and lying next to me.
“Because my parents are here, and so are my siblings.” I reasoned.
“So?” he asked.
“So, we can’t. Not tonight anyway.” I said, dragging out the ‘so’. I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince though, him or myself. He finally rolled over and laid down next to me instead of hovering over me. I sat up and he grabbed my hands, pulling me up so I was sitting on him again, my legs on either side of his waist, him sitting up as well. I leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, poking his nose when he smiled. He slowly moved his hands to my sides, just below my ribs, and tickled me.
“Not again, stop!” I half laughed half squealed.
“Make me.” He demanded, laughing at my reaction to him tickling me. We had moved so he was hovering over me again, his legs on either side of my upper calves, preventing me from kicking him. The more he tickled me, the more I squirmed. I somehow wriggled my way out from under him and fell on to the floor from my bed. As I landed on the floor, Jarred laughed even louder and smiled even wider, and from where I was sitting, the light shone from behind him, making him look more attractive than usual.
“Okay, okay. Stop.” I giggled from the floor, feeling breathless as I raised my hands in defeat.
“Admit it Ali, I win.” He demanded, holding back a laugh.
“Never!” I half yelled half laughed as I got up and ran out of my room and into the hallway.
“Come here.” He laughed, chasing me around the house. I was squealing and giggling like a three year old. I ran up the hallway and out into the laundry room, Jarred close on my tail.
“Uh oh.” I muttered to myself as I realised that he had me cornered. I turned around to face him and I was surprised at how close he was to me when I did so.
“Gotcha.” He breathed, leaning in and kissing me before picking be up and carrying me bridal style back to my room. He put me down to open the door to my room.
“You win.” I giggled, getting up on my tippy toes and kissing him gently, before pulling away and running back down the hallway.
