𝐼'𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝑀𝑒 (UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter 6: ∆¡Basically a Makeout Session?¡∆

"Ira!" Rachel shouted as she ran out of her humble little home. She hugged him tightly, and he hugged back. "Hey Rachel!" he exclaims. She looks at him with her glossy and glimmering eyes. Ira states into them, completely lost in thought.

"Your eyes are truly beautiful," Ira said.

Rachel blushes and giggle. "Oh, Ira!" Ira kisses Rachel passionately. He wraps his arm around her waist. Rachel was actually surprised. Rachel kisses back. Unfortunately, Maya stood a few feet watching and taking photos of the two, gushing excessively. Ira and Rachel broke the kiss and heard a flash. They looked to their left, then to their right and they saw Maya waving to them with a cell phone in one hand. They both were SHOOKETH. 

"MAYA!" Rachel shouted in embarrassment.

"Heeheehee. That was enjoyable to watch." Maya said, still gushing over what she saw.

"Oh Maya, PLEASE don't show the others!" Rachel's facial expression changed.

"Maybe~ I will, maybe~ I won't." Rachel walked to Maya and snatched the cell phone from her hand. "Hey! Give that back, Rach!" Maya tried grabbing it from Rachel(even though Maya is slightly taller than her). "Nope! Not having that picture posted!" Maya cried but in a joking way, "But Rachel, I just wanted to keep it! I wasn't planning on doing anything snaky!" Rachel faced Maya with anger in her eyes. Maya raised her hands. "I swear on my LIFE I was just saving it! I wasn't gonna do anything! I promise!" Maya lied.  Rachel placed the phone in Maya's hand and walked back to Ira. Now he was yet confused, but it didn't seem to get to him.

"Now, we go. Come Ira." Rachel said as she took a hold of Ira's hand.

"Mmkay." he follows Rachel inside her home.

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Rachel and Ira are sitting on the couch. They talked for a bit, then Rachel brought up an idea. "Hey Ira," she said. He looked at her in response. "Mind if I... sing for you?" Ira thought for a minute. Rachel.. singing for ME? Maybe her voice is pretty decent. I guess I'll give it a try. He nods and she gets up. 

"I'm gonna sing a song by the name: Sit Still, Look Pretty by Daya. An American 'artist'." Rachel adds. Ira claps to be 'extra'.

She clears her throat and seemingly, the song pops on!

~//Rachel//~

(( Okay, I feel inspired again. Gonna write down the whole song :P ))

Could dress up, to get love.

But guess what?

I'm never gonna be that girl,

Who's livin' in a Barbie World.

Could wake up, and make up, and play dumb.

Pretending that I need a boy.

Who's gonna treat me like a toy.

And all the other girls wanna wear expensive things.. and diamond rings.

But, I don't wanna be the puppet that you're playing on a string.

This queen don't need a king.

Oh, I don't know what you've been told but this gal right here's gonna rule the world

Yeah, that.. is where I wanna be, because I wanna be. No,

I don't wanna sit still, look pretty.

You get off on a nine to five, dream of picket fences and trophy wives but no,

I'm never gonna be, cause I don't wanna be. No, I don't wanna sit still, look pretty.  

Mr. Right, could be nice, for one night. But then he wanna take control.

And I would rather fly solo~

Then Snow White, she did right, in her life. Had seven men to do the chores.

Cause that's not what a lady's for.

The only thing that boy's gonna give a girl, for free pertivity.

And I'm alone but lemme in this but I'm not that sugar-sweet.

Don't need H.V.I.C!

Oh, I don't know what you've been told but this gal right here's gonna rule the world

Yeah, that.. is where I wanna be, because I wanna be. No,

I don't wanna sit still, look pretty.

You get off on a nine to five, dream of picket fences and trophy wives but no,

I'm never gonna be, cause I don't wanna be. No, I don't wanna sit still, look pretty.  

Sure I'm a pretty girl, up in a pretty world. But they say pretty hurts.

And I don't wanna sit still.

I'm a pretty girl, up in a pretty world.

But no,  I won't sit still, look pretty.

Sure I'm a pretty girl, up in a pretty world. But they say pretty hurts.

And I don't wanna sit still.

I'm a pretty girl, up in a pretty world.

But no, I won't sit still, look pretty.

Oh, I don't know what you've been told but this gal right here's gonna rule the world

Yeah, that.. is where I wanna be, because I wanna be. No,

I don't wanna sit still, look pretty.

You get off on a nine to five, dream of picket fences and trophy wives but no,

I'm never gonna be, cause I don't wanna be. No, I don't wanna sit still, look pretty.  

Oh, I don't know what you've been told but this gal right here's gonna rule the world

Yeah, that.. is where I wanna be, because I wanna be. No,

I don't wanna sit still, look pretty.

You get off on a nine to five, dream of picket fences and trophy wives but no,

I'm never gonna be, cause I don't wanna be. No, I don't wanna sit still, look pretty.

Sit still, look pretty.

Sit still, look pretty.

Sit still, look pretty.

Sit still, look pretty(pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty).  

The song ended, and Ira was astonished. He didn't know Rachel could sing. "Wow..." were the only words that came out of his mouth. "S-So, you like it?" she asked, shyly. He nods with his mouth still open and wide. "I love you." he suddenly said. "I love you too." Ira pulled Rachel in and kissed her once more. They were in those awkward positions on the couch, but they didn't care; they made out for about 30 minutes.