Twisted Vacation

Chapter Twelve: No Physical Contact Included Whatsoever

Picture of Chase to the right or something...:)

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"Follow me to the kitchen. We're going to make love."

My eyes widen at what he said but for some reason the first thing I wonder is why we're doing it in a kitchen and not, I dunno, a bedroom?! Oh who am I kidding, that's the least of my concerns! What if I'm horrible?! What if he hates me afterwards because I'm that bad at it?!

It's my first time but I know it's not his, like I said, he was a player earlier in high school. Luckily, he changed.

I realize I'm still sitting down and he's pushing the door to the kitchen open, turning around to see if I'm following. I reluctantly get up and put a fake but horrible smile on my face to try making it look like I'm excited.

I take my time walking the ten feet, but he eventually gets tired of waiting and says, "Are you coming or not? I can do this alone if you don't want to."

What? How can he...Oh my god, I called s'mores love before when Colton said we were going home to "make love." Chase is probably trying to make me freak out 'cause he knew I'd suspect we were doing you-know-what instead of making food.

He sees the look of recognition on my face and says, "Somebody has a dirty mind don't they? I can't blame you. I would've lost my vir-"

"Shut up!" I yell pushing him away, hoping he doesn't notice the blush that's come across my face. However, he is way stronger than me, so my push does nothing to him except make him smile when he sees the blush on my cheeks.

He grabs my hips and says, "How many times do I have to tell you, don't hide your blush. It's unbelievably cute. If you were nicer to me, I might even call it adorable."

"You'd call me adorable?" I say, my tone suddenly serious.

"If it makes you happy, then you're the most adorable girl I ever seen," he says smiling at me.

I smile back and we head to the kitchen. He grabs the stuff needed to make our late night snack.

"So love means s'mores, huh?" he asks turning around to look at my face.

I blush a little again and say, "Well...yeah, I didn't...I thought it'd be a better idea to have them thinking we'd..."

"I thought it was funny. And a great comeback," he says, cupping my cheek and running his thumb over my blush.

By now we're in the kitchen and those bright green eyes of his are staring into mine.

"I love you Mals. More than sandwiches."

"I love you Chase. More than Nutella."

He gasps at that and in disbelief says, "More than Nutella?"

"Yes," and I add a smile at the end, that puts one on his face and makes him wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"Well, I love you more than food in general," he replies back. "Betcha can't beat that."

"Then why are we in the kitchen making food when we could be out there on the couch together?" I ask while smirking at his smiling face.

"Because. S'mores can be great too. Plus I'm starved, and with what I have planned later, we'll both need...endurance." This time he has a smirk on his face. I rip his arms from around my waist, slap his arm, and grab one of the chocolate bars he'd gotten out of the fridge.

"This is all I need. For the rest of the night, which will only include watching a movie-no physical contact included whatsoever," I say and stomp off into the living room.

As I leave I can hear him mocking me, "No physical contact included whatsoever."

"I can hear you babe-baby!" I yell, correcting myself when I almost satisfy him with a couple nickname.

"Waaahhhh! Mallory yelled at me! Change my diaper! I want ice cream for dinner!" he whines back.

Before I can say anything back at him, I see him run and jump over the couch landing on the cushion next to me. He smoothly puts his arm around me and says, "Oh wait I'm not a baby. You could be, or atleast have one in you."

After saying that he quickly leans in for a kiss and I back up, holding a finger to his lips, "Now we don't want that to happen. We don't want my dad to kill you, or atleast threaten to, even if it's already happened in the past week."

"Oh c'mon. You can't say your parents don't have a list of names of our future children. Atleast mine do, my mom adores you," he says laughing.

I laugh too and say, "Oh please if we have children they will certainly not be the ones to name them."

As soon as the words slip out of my mouth I regret them. His eyes widen and a smirk appears on his face.

"So you admit it! You want to have s-"

"SHUT UP!" I scream, slapping my hand over his mouth. It isn't very effective though because Chase starts making out with it and quickly decides to bring out his tongue.

Boys.

When I look at the clock and see its already 12:30 I realize how much the sleep is affecting me. So when I say this to Chase it doesn't surprise me.

"Quit making out with my hand and do it to my lips," I say, pulling my hand away and instead pressing my lips to his.

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Author's Note:

Sorry this is kinda short and really boring. It was just a filler chapter and some more...interesting...stuff should be happening within the next few chapters.

Also, I'm starting a new story pretty soon so if you could check it out that'd be great! I deleted Impossible Couple because I just didn't like it that much, but this one should be good, so keep watching for it. ;) (If anyone is interested in making a cover PM me)

Until next week,

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