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As promised.. part 2 of day 4
3 Girls, 3 Guys, 1 Cottage
PART 2
POV Veronica,
I stood hunched over the sink, tediously scrubbing bits of stubborn food off of one dinner plate. Stupid bit of food, thought grudgingly. I know it will to come off at some point, but why does it take this much effort to get this darn piece of food off it? Why won't it let go? It knows it can't cling onto this fantasy that it will always be attached to that certain plate forever. Maybe the piece of food feels lonely which is why its attached itself? Soon realized I was confusing Lucas and myself with the plate and the food. I was over analyzing this situation way too much. I stared down at the plate, the food was still stuck. Damn plate. I groaned as I threw the plate back into the murky dish water, exasperation flooding over me.
Finally deciding it was duty to finish washing the plate so I stuck my hand back into the water and grabbed it. I became so fixated with this that I was surprised when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around to find Dylan's face only inches away from mine. It happened so fast I didn't know what to do. Dylan's lips crushed mine with such intensity and heat that all I could do was stand there. I waited for it to be over, but then something came over me.
I began to imagine that it was Lucas standing in front of me instead of Dylan. So I started to kiss back, I threw my arms around his neck and pulled our bodies closer, tightening his grip around my waist he thrust me backwards so my back was now pinned against the hard granite. The feel of the cool surface against my back sent a shiver up my spine and brought me zooming back to reality. I suddenly realized who I was kissing and why I shouldn't be kissing him. Shoving hard against his chest I ripped myself out of his embrace.
"What the fuck Dylan!" I shouted pushing him backwards. He stood there out of breath staring at me with a look of shock and sudden realization on his face. Stammering muffled apologies he backed quickly out of the room leaving me trying to make sense of what had just happened. I looked down at the ground surprised to find the smashed remnants of the plate, I'd dropped. Hands shaking I bent down and started to pick up the shards of glass off the ground. Spotting another small piece of glass in front of me I reached out and saw not another piece of glass but ten freshly painted toenails. Following my gaze
upward I discovered that the ten freshly painted toes belonged to a very pissed-off looking Delaynee.
"What was that?" She asked raising her eyebrows expectantly. The way she was looking at me said enough, her face was a mixture of disappointment and anger. And if I pushed the wrong buttons it wouldn't be long before she would snap, because if I knew anything about Delaynee it was that if you messed with her friends she'd mess with you.
So I did what I thought was best I told her the whole story and tried to convince her not to tell Nolie. Whether she would or not... that was to be determined.
POV Delaynee
I swung open the door to my room violently and walked slowly into the scene of the crime; the place where just hours earlier Nolie and Dylan had gotten into the first big fight of the week. In doing this, they managed to wake the entire house up, including Eli, who slept like a brick.
Not that it really mattered because as soon as the two of them calmed down and stalked off in different directions, I slammed my door and fell back into a deep slumber. Not awaking for several hours and thus, missing breakfast.
My stomach rumbled as I padded down the hallway softly in my slippers. As I reached the bottom I headed down the short, burnt red hallway and towards the living room. I stopped dead in my place when I heard a dish shatter loudly on the floor. I flattened myself against the wall and looked into the kitchen careful not to let whoever was in there, to see me.
I clamped my hand over my mouth to keep myself from gasping out load as I looked across the oak floors, granite counter tops and stainless steel appliances towards the two people kissing urgently in the middle of the room. I glanced with horror as I recognized the people. It was Veronica, and Dylan? What the hell?
Dylan's hands were tightly wrapped around Veronica's waist and he was leaning down to meet Ronnie's lips. She was short and had to extend her neck upwards but she had her eyes closed and was leaning into him. They were practically one large blob they were so close and the horror of the whole situation began to seep slowly into me. I felt my eyes widen as wide as they could when Dylan moved his hands up to each side of her face. But just as he did, Ronnie's eyes snapped open and I watched her as the realization set in.
She took both hands and shoved him off of her seconds before yelling "What the fuck Dylan!" I then witnessed Dylan step back, looking defeated and retreat to the balcony with his tail between his legs. Ronnie watched him slam the door behind him before wiping off her mouth and bending down to pick up the pieces of what could now be identified as a smashed plate. I heaved a sigh of relief as I realized that I had been holding my breath throughout the whole encounter. Veronica still had no idea I was here.
So I took a few deep breaths to collect myself before pushing off the burgundy wall I had been leaning against and headed over to the kitchen where Ronnie was kneeling on the floor, collecting pieces of shattered plate in a towel.
"What was that?" I asked suspiciously. She gasped in surprise and looked up at me through her long, freshly coated mascara eyelashes.
"I dropped a plate," She answered quietly looking down at the floor.
"Not that," I snapped sternly, as she, having picked up all the pieces, pushed herself to her feet.
She looked up at me once again and mumbled, "You saw that?" Her voice was so faint that I barely heard her.
"Um yeah, I saw that. What the hell were you thinking?" I scolded in a hushed voice, praying nobody else could hear me.
"I don't know. I'm so sorry. I was turning to put the dish away and there he was standing behind me. He pulled me in close and kissed me, it took me by surprise and I dropped the plate," She rambled. Then, realization hit her, "Oh my gosh. Please Delaynee, don't tell Nolie! It was a onetime thing, I promise. It'll never happen again. Please! It'll be our little secret." Ronnie pleaded, placing the towel full of shattered glass down on the shiny counter top in order to clasp her hands together in prayer. I sighed and nodded and she raced in for a tight squeeze of thanks.
I rolled my eyes and headed back in the direction of the stairs and my bedroom. Try to keep a secret from Nolie? Not possible. She'd find out eventually, and when she did she'd be pissed off because we'd known the whole time. But what other choice did I have? I didn't want to be the cause of one of her angry rampages and I certainly didn't want to hurt Veronica. And hey, what you don't know can't hurt you, right?
I sighed, I'm going to hell.
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What do you think of Ronnie and Dylan kissing? Like it? Hate it?
