Walk the Line

19 - The Time He Gets a Little Excited

I've had this chapter written for so long, it's one of the first chapters I wrote and I am excited to finally share it. It's a longer one. Let me know what you think. - M

19 – The Time He Gets a Little Excited

"Ford!" I yelled into his bedroom. His door was open, and the sun was streaming through his blinds. I could make out his figure in his bed; he laid sprawled out on his back with his arms above his head.

"Ford! You have to get up!" I yelled, "Kyle and Blythe are coming over!"

He didn't stir from his bed, so I did the only thing I knew to do; enter his room and wake him up like I used to when he stayed over at our house in high school. I'd climb onto his lap and sit on him until he would wake up and throw me off of him. I walked into his room and climbed on his bed, sitting on his lap so I was straddling him. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only briefs.

"Get up!" I yelled as I lightly smacked his chest a few times. He stirred a little, so I leaned forward and smacked him a little harder before he groaned and grabbed my hand.

"Stop hitting me, woman," he growled out before opening his eyes.

"Good, you're awake," I smiled and bounced a little on his lap, and I felt him harden beneath me, the large bulge in his briefs becoming extra noticeable under me. My eyes met his, and I knew my face was a violent shade of red. He rubbed his face with his hands, hiding his eyes.

"I'm sorry," we said at the same time, but he didn't move his hands from his face.

"It's not your fault," I said, "I just didn't think about it...y'know happening, cause it never happened before when I woke you up like this in high school,"

"It happened every time you woke me up like this in high school. Why do you think I threw you off my lap so damn fast?" he laughed at me, his hands leaving his face. I didn't know how to respond; I'd always thought he'd tossed me to the ground because he was mad at me for waking him up.

"Why didn't you throw me off your lap this time?" I asked, trying to lighten the situation at hand.

"You're old enough to handle it," he shrugged.

"Do you want me to handle it?" I asked, winking. I was totally kidding, but it was fun to mess with him.

Things between us had been better since the night he dumped Tiffany. We sort of bonded over mutual disappointment and now spent more time together watching TV together. I would throw out ideas to him to workshop my pieces for work while he watched the game and we just had a good time. I still went and saw Tyler and we went on fun adventures, but as friends and it was really kind of working for me. I was finally feeling settled in the small town of Franklin.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he groaned, "Did you have a reason for waking up or...?"

"Oh, yes, Kyle and Blythe are coming over at three," I said.

"So you woke me up two hours in advance? It takes me like ten minutes to shower, tops," he sighed.

"I also told them we'd make them supper," I said.

"And?"

"And I was wondering if you could grill the meat? I'll do the rest, I promise!" I said.

"There's the catch," he laughed, "Yeah, I'll do it."

"Yay! Thank you!" I said, getting up off his lap. I walked to the door and turned around slightly.