I Fucking Love You

1- Lightning and Thunder

"Mom, I can't belive you don't trust me!" I screamed, running to my room and slamming my door behind me.

My mom walks in with a smile on her smug face. "We're leaving honey! The babysitter will be here in ten minutes or so! Love You!" She said walking out of the house.

About fifteen minutes later I hear the doorbell being rung. I opened the door to see a beautiful boy my age standing in front of me. He looked down, trying to cover his face. Awwww, he's shy, cute, hot, and a nerd.

"I'm Brett Carson." He whispered shyly, finally looking up at me.

"I'm Whitney Anderson. Come in." I said opening the door just a bit more so, he could enter the house. He walked in and put his head down and pushed his glasses up on his face a little more.

"Um, so how old are you?" He muttered.

"Seventeen." I said.

"Nineteen." He said his age. I walked up closer to him and lifted his chin.

"Your cute, don't wear these." I said taking his glasses off and making him blush. Awwwww, I made him blush.

"I- I kinda have to, their my glasses." He stuttered while still blushing.

I walked up to him and pulled his face down to reach mine and kissed him, he kissed back. He is actually a really good kisser. I pulled away first. "But, you don't need to wear them. I can be your eyes." I whispered seductively in his ear.

"Do you want a tour of the house?" I asked. He nodded a yes as his response. I grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs.

"This is my room." I said pointing into my room. He peeked in and then looked away. We just continued walking down the hall.

"This is your room, since you'll be here for three months straight." I said. I turned around to face him and played with the zipper on his jacket. "But, you can always come sleep in my room, with me." I said looking up at him blushing. God when he blushes it's like I just want to kiss him a million times, over and over again.

"I might." He said smirking. He seems mysterious.

I showed him the rest of the house and now, I'm in his room helping him unpack, clothes worth of three months. When we're done we both collapse onto his bed. I smirk to myself as I have an idea.

I straddle him and start to grind my hips into his. He grabs my hips and picks me up off of him, and puts me on the bed. "What's your problem?" He asked me.

"What do you mean, 'What's my problem?" I said raising my voice.

"You can't keep your hands to yourself and it's getting really weird." Brett said back.

"You know what, I was trying to get you to open up and be a good babysitter and talk to me but, now I see that your just a dick." I yelled before running to my room. I closed the door behind me and locked it. I started to cry heavily.

He is a dick that doesn't deserve you! My subconscious told me.

Next thing I know, he starts knocking on my door and asking me softly to let him in. I give in and open the door. I look down so he didn't know I was crying.

"I'm sorry Whitney. I was being a real dick back there, and I'm sorry. I didn't know what you were trying to do. Nor, did I know how to react. Can you please come out of your room, so we can get know each other, or something." He said.

"I have homework to finish." I lied.

"Oh, okay. Um, I forgot to ask you... what do you want for dinner?" He muttered, looking down.

"I don't want anything. You can get something for yourself though." I said, causing him to lookup. I saw tear stained brown eyes and some tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I was really being a bitc-" He cut me off.

"Who's the dick now." He muttered before walking away.

I felt tears run down my face before slamming my door and locking it shut. I fell onto my bed and within a heartbeat, I fell asleep.

I woke up to the sounds of lightning and thunder. My biggest fear! I jumped out of bed and ran to my door, the only other person in the house was Brett even though I didn't want to see him! I ran to Brett's room and jumped under the blankets with him and got close to him to make myself feel safe.

"What the hell are you doing in my bed!!! Get out of my room!!!" He screamed, pushing me off of the bed.

"I'm sorry, I got scared. I didn't mean to scare you like that. I'll just leave." I said walking to the door I was about to reach the door when, I was pulled to the bed.

"I didn't mean to yell. You just scared me. I didn't mean to push you off of the bed, I didn't see your face." He muttered.

"It's okay. I'm just going back to my room." I said getting up but, he pushed me lightly back into the bed.

"Stay if your scared." He said pulling the blankets over us. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to his bare chest. I snuggled my face into the pillow I was laying on and played with his fingers on one hand as he used that other hand of his to play with my hair. We both fell into a deep sleep not long after that.

I feel safe when I'm around him.