the devil wears leather

Uhhhhh...

I pushed open Ian's door, finding him sprawled out on his bed. I smirk and run over to his corner. I found a black sheet over his desk chair and stand at the end of his bed. I pull out my phone and call his, the loud ringtone echoing in his room. He sits up and shrieks and grabs his pillow, chucking it at me. I laugh and pull the sheet off, clutching my stomach. He glares at me and crosses his arms, then a small smile peaks at his lips. Before I can move he leaps down to the bottom of his bed and grabs me, pulling me onto the bed. I squealed and I'm on bed and the oaf lands on my back and bounces. "Off of me!" I screamed, squirming under ass.

"But you're very comfortable." He defended.

"OFF!" The door burst open and both of our heads snap up and we stare at our families. Our fathers glare at Ian. Our mothers squeal and clasps their hands together. Our siblings cringe and walk away. Ian scrambles off of me. I sit up on the bed.

"What was going on?" His dad asks, his hands on his hips.

"Oh Rob ... leave them alone." Sam says, pulling at her husband's hand.

"Yeah, Devin. We have to unpack." My mom shuts the door. Before she shuts the door she peaks her head back out. "DON'T BE TO LOUD!" Then slams the door.

"Uhhhh..." Ian says. "Would this be a bad time to ask for your answer?" I roll my eyes, but laugh a little.

"I guess not." I started. "But you have to ask me. Not Scott. You." I cross my arms. He blushes then picks at his blanket.

"Uh.... Dove... will you.... uh.... go on a.... uh.... date.... with me....?"  He stutters. I smile.

"Sure." I hear a loud shriek from the hall and quickly run and open the door. Sam and my mom are standing in the hall, jumping up and down. "WERE YOU GUYS EAVESDROPPING!" I shout. They stare at me. I feel Ian behind me, his breathe tickling my neck. I shiver, slightly.

"YOU GUYS ARE DATING!" They squeal. They put there arms around us and jump up and down, with us in the middle.

"IT'S A TEST DATE!" I scream. They freeze and pull back.

"But..."

"If it doesn't go well... and he acts like a dick.. I'm not dating him. How the world works." I said, crossing my arms. I hear Ian mumble under his breathe. I turn to him. "Have a problem with that?"

"Not at all, honey." He says, sarcastically. I roll my eyes and jab him in the ribs. "Hey!"

"That's what you get. Now," I turn to our mom's, "if you'd excuse me, I'd like to shower." I walk past them and shut my door. I couldn't contain myself and squeal. A loud, squeaky, squeal, I'm pretty sure only dogs could hear.

"I HEARD THAT!" Ian calls through the wall.

"YOU'RE A DIPWAD!"

"WHO YOU LIKE!"

"WELLLL..."

"I WON!" I groan and grab a towel and walk into the bathroom. I shower quickly and dress, pulling on a crop top, that says Whatever, a dress with overall

straps and black converses. I blow dry my blonde hair and put on a thin mascara, eyeliner, and a smokey eye. I clean up the bathroom and walk over to Ian's room. I knock on his door. He opens it shirtless.

"Let's go, you're taking me out." I said, putting my hands on my hips. His eyes run up and down my body. He shrugs.

"Alright." He walks over to his closet and pulls on a black t shirt. He grabs his phone and shuts his door. He follows me down the stairs and I walk to the door.

"Where are you two going? Samantha just cooked dinner." My dad says.

"On a date. Bye." I open the door and Ian shuts it. We laugh once we're outside. I lean against his arm, wiping away tears.

"His face was priceless." He chuckled. I agree and we walk over to the car. He opens the door and I sit. He slams it and walks around. He gets in the car and I cross my arms. "What?"

"You didn't buckle me." His eyes get wide.

"Oh... ummm... sorry... I'll..." I laugh and pull my seatbelt on.

"Just kidding." He blushes.

"Bitch."

"Manwhore."

"Touché."

"Cliche."

"Okay." We laugh and he starts the car. Let's see how this goes.