Jumbled, unorganized and more of the like

Story 1

"What are you doing?!" I try to whisper under my breath, squeezing Scott's wrist and bringing him back into my room.

"I-I forgot something" he stutters, he was taller but with my glare, he shrank every second.

"You think I'm going to believe that?" I spat with venom.

Some may be confused on why I'm so defensive over people searching my house. It's honestly perfectly reasonable, in the circumstances I was in. One time in grade 4, I had friends over for a sleepover, everyone was ready to sleep and my mom was in our room with us. Turns out someone sneaked in my house during that night, I was grateful that they didn't do something worse with my friends or my mom or even with me, but because of that robbery, my mom had to work her ass off. She barely had any time with me. She stressed over every coin I spent on something.

That era of desperation and paranoia is over, but then the situation happened again, fortunately with less at stake. But this time it wasn't some random guy who probably had worse problems than my mom and I, it was my friend. I invited her to my house, then when I woke up from a short nap, my mom's favorite earrings and shoes were gone. I confronted her at school since we were in middle school and we should know better. But she persisted. She came from a really rich family, so neither my mom or me had the guts to accuse their daughter of theft. But we had proof, there were surveillance cameras. My mom said it was ok, but I always felt so guilty over it. Especially when those earrings were given by my late grandfather.

"I told you to stay in my room" I breathe out, after realizing I held his wrist too tight.

He cradled his arm on his chest, inspecting it and sees little red marks where my nails dug in. My mouth went dry and I swallowed, expecting him to ask for an apology. But instead,

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I'll get my bag in the living room later" he smiles.

I frown. I've never wanted him to feel uncomfortable, but he knows about the trauma I've lived through and how I can't stand the feeling of someone who's not my mom in the house just walking around.

"I'm sorry" I plopped my head onto his chest. "I have severe trust issues" I mumble.

"As if I don't know that already" Scott snickers as I hit him on the shoulder playfully.

I could feel the fibers tying together his sweater. He always wears sweaters. Probably because of his constant insecurities. He told me that it was probably because of having a respected engineer as a dad and a model as a mom. And more recently, a singer as a sister. If I'm being blunt, he had nothing to worry about. He's drop dead gorgeous and I made sure to tell him that every time he needs to hear it. I feel his finger tangle into my hair, careful not to make it even fizzier than it already is.

"Let's sit on the bed" I sigh. "If you need your bag, we'll go to the living room ok?"

"I don't need it" he shrugs and kissed my forehead.

I nod slowly and closed the door behind him, then let myself drop onto my lovely bed. He follows suit and almost automatically circled his arm around my waist which makes me chuckle a bit. My relationship with Scott was really weird. We started as good friends, then we progressed to really good friends, then really really good friends. But we both didn't want anything serious. This is probably because having a label between us would just make it awkward and Scott is just too nervous about it. I, however was taking this in a perspective of experience; I had train wrecks as relationships and figured since this one's a little different, I might have a chance to save it. So whenever anyone brought up the question if we were dating or not, we wouldn't be offended if the other said no. And to put it bluntly, we were friends with benefits. But in a good way, like emotionally and physically rewarding you know?

After a while of ranting and a little make out session. We decided to watch some movies. We went together to the kitchen and got some snacks. A little too much but hey, Scott and I are having a cheat day so what's the harm in that? We got his backpack and went right back up stairs, peppering little kisses on each other's faces for fun. At the comfort of junk food and a movie that's just so bad that it's good, it felt like heaven.

"Hey you know that new guy, Cory?" I ask.

"Yeah" he answers with a hum, shoving some chips into his mouth.

"He's pretty cute" I said making him cackle with his chips.

"You wanna make a move on him?" he asks curiously.

"Nah, I wanna get close though, help me?" I flutter my eyelashes ever so innocently.

"Fine but don't throw him away like what you did to Ted!" he teases.

"Hey! You know why that had to be done right? C'mon do me this one thing!" I chuckle as I hugged his arm, pretending to beg.

"Ok! Ok!" he giggles.

"He's in the soccer team already you know? You want me to sneak in and tell you how long his schlong is?" he teases yet again, for a guy who can barely get the courage to go out with a t-shirt, he sure is smug.

"Only if it's considerably, more than average" I tease back. He rolls his eyes.