The Bad Boy Calls Me Princess

Making Messes

Tyler turned on the radio since there was nothing to talk about. What's My Age Again by blink-182 came on and I immediately started singing along. "You know this song?" Tyler asked. Still singing, I nodded as an answer. Chuckling, he sang in between his laughs.

The song ended and then another song came on that I didn't know, but Tyler did. He was humming the melody, but not singing. "You obviously know the song, so sing" I said and he looked at me for a bit but decided to start singing.

He wasn't a bad singer, honestly.

Once the song finished, I applauded him, and he smiled.

A few minutes later, Tyler broke the silence. "Want to play truth or dare?" He asked. "Yeah why not?" I said, not thinking of the consequences. "Alright, truth or dare?" He asked, with a small smile growing on his face. "Truth."

"Who do you like?"

"Noah."

"And....?"

"And what?"

"I know you like someone else" He said. I thought of every possible guy that I could like, but I don't know who he's talking about. "I don't like anybody else." I said and he sighed.

"Princess. We both know that you like me. Everyone knows that you like me." He explained. "I don't like you. What do you mean everyone?" I asked, getting off of the truth or dare subject. "Everyone that I know, which is basically our whole grade, keeps texting me saying that you like me. I thought they were true, but I guess they're rumors." He explained to me.

Everyone??? Everyone thinks that I like Tyler. They don't know how wrong they are. Wait, is that why Allison and Liam keep calling us lovebirds and all that other couple-y stuff?? Oh no. They should know that I don't like him.

"Hey, I parked the car two minutes ago and we've been sitting here. What are you so focused on inside that little head of yours?" Tyler said, snapping out of my thoughts. "Oh, uh, nothing, sorry. Let's go." I said, getting out of the car. I waited for him to get out and join me, but it got really cold since the last time I was outside so I was shaking and I was walking fast into my house. I held the door open for Tyler and once he came in, I bolted up the stairs.

I came back down a few minutes later dressed in Mickey Mouse pajama pants, a sweatshirt, and slippers. Tyler was looking around my house at the pictures on the walls and on the counters. They were mostly of sunsets, paintings, and my family. He picked up one of the pictures with me and my sister. "Who's this?" He asked, pointing to my sister. "My sister, Isabelle. She's in college at Harvard. I don't talk to her much since she's busy all the time." I said and he nodded, placed the picture down and started walking towards the door. "I'm going to run back to my house and get some clothes so I can hang here for a bit. Oh wait, Jordan, truth or dare?" He asked. I decided to be risky, and I chose "dare." He grinned and said, "I dare you to let me sleep at your house tonight. I'll be back in a few minutes." He then left me alone, frozen in shock.

He's going to sleep over??? I need to call Ally and Liam.

The phone rang once, twice, and before the third ring, Liam picked up.

"Hey" Liam said. "HI JORDAN" I heard Allison yell in the background. "Good, you're both here. Um so me and Tyler started playing truth or dare and I said dare and now heisstayingoverforthenight." I said, speaking quickly on the last part. "HES STAYING OVER YOUR HOUSE FOR THE WHOLE NIGHT?!?! ARE YOU GONNA SMASH??! DIDNT I TELL YOU NO BANGING???! DO YOU NOT LISTEN TO ME?!?" Allison started yelling, getting closer and closer to the microphone. "Will you be quiet for just a second please Ally? It was a dare, I picked dare, I'm not backing down, but I am not doing that with him. Trust me, I'm not." I said and she seemed to calm down. "Okay, have fun with your boyfriend-" Liam started but I cut him off, "No. Not boyfriend. I am single." "Then have fun with your future boyfriend, Ally and I were just gonna go to sleep." Liam finished. We said our good nights and he hung up.

A few minutes later, Tyler knocked on the door and I let him in. He was wearing a tight navy blue shirt where I could see the silhouette of his abs, sweatpants, and sneakers. His hair was swept to the side and he was holding a sports bag filled with whatever boys need, I guess. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." Tyler said with a smirk. I looked up at his face, into his eyes, and I shook my head disapprovingly. "You can put your stuff down there, I'll take it upstairs later." I said. He nodded and kicked his sneakers off and set them down next to his bag.

I was already sitting on the couch, engulfed by blankets. "You're that cold?" Tyler asked once he sat down and looked at me. "Yeah, I'm always cold." I said quietly and he laughed a little.

It's nine o'clock and I haven't eaten yet but I don't know if I can eat in front of him or not. "Do you want food?" I asked him, deciding to see if I could eat in front of him. "Are you going to be okay?" He asked me. "I don't know. If I have a panic attack, just don't touch me or else I'll probably kick you or scream." I said, enlightening him. He started following me into my kitchen and he sat up on the counter, watching me as I made the food. "Are you making homemade pizza?" He asked me. "Yes I am." I said. I grabbed a handful of flour and, instead of putting it onto the dough, I turned around and threw it at his face. His whole neck, part of his face, and most of his shirt now had white powder all over it and he was smiling, but it was more of a vengeful smile. "No wait Tyler please, don't do anything to me, I'm sorry." I said, backing away from him as he went into my fridge and took out whipped cream.

I didn't even know I had whipped cream in there.

I walked backwards until I accidentally backed myself into a corner. Of course I backed myself into a corner, that's just my luck. Tyler came closer, whipped cream can in his hand. He popped the lid off, letting it fall down onto the floor. Once he got close enough to me that our feet were touching, he started talking. "I should have warned you that I love pranks. And that I am known as the prank master. You can't prank the prank master without him getting revenge. Sorry, sweetheart." Just as he finished talking, he sprayed whipped cream onto his hand and smeared it all over my face. I was laughing so much that I thought I would cry.

Finally, he backed up and I ran upstairs into my bathroom to see myself. My whole face was more white than normal. "TYLER I WANT TO KILL YOU" I yelled to him as I stormed downstairs. "What you did to me was much more of a mess to clean up than what I did to you. That's not fair." I said and crossed my arms in front of me. "Revenge pranks are supposed to be better than the original prank that was played." He said, leaning over so I can look directly into his eyes. "Grr." I growled, and he stood up straight, laughing. I took a paper towel and wiped the whipped cream off of my face. The flour that was on Tyler's neck was gone, as well as on his face, but his shirt still had a little bit of flour on it.

"Tyler." I said. "Yes?" He resounded from behind me on the counter.

I turned around to face him and said, "We made that huge mess and I haven't even started making the pizza yet."

We both started laughing so much that we couldn't breathe.

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