Poetic Whispers of Romance

Chapter 9

(Short and sweet. Fluff for Mary xx)

Dakota had been grounded for a  week and a half (counting his suspension). No phone, tv, internet, no car, and no girlfriend. Not being able to communicate other than outside of school made both of us more than slightly irritable.

So when he grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me violently, spewing about how he's 'Taking me on a date tonight because my parents can SUCK IT' more or less meant his grounding was over.

I was picked up at 6, where we went for dinner and went window shopping, Dakota just generally wanted to freely walk around. We ended up driving back to my house, and in my room, curled up on my bed.

Dakota was humming a song in my ear as I texted Tori, planning to go dress shopping for Turn About. But then he got quiet, and a pair of lips brushed against my neck. "What?" I giggled, and his hand squeezed my side.

"Pay attention to me. I just got out of jail, and you haven't given me any love." Dakota whined loudly, and I laughed. 

He gripped my waist and messily rolled us over, so I was laying on top of him. I raised my eyebrows and he grinned lazily, before taking my phone and tossing it across the room. "Kota!" I groaned. "It's Dakota time, not text Victoria time." Dakota tugged on a lock of my hair, and I leaned down to kiss him.

He tried to be sexy and initiate the makeout session, but our teeth knocked together hard, and I had to lay next to him because I was  laughing so hard.

Instead we settled on cuddling, occasionally sharing a kiss and quietly talking.

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"Dakota. We shouldn't do this, oh my god." Dakota smothered my laughter with his hand. "He deserves it! He pissed in my car, and this is the least I can do." He grumbled, handing me a marker.

We were standing in front of Christian's car, in the middle of the night with markers that you decorate windows with. Christian had just gotten a shitty, beat up car and Dakota wanted to prank him.

"These wash, right?" I asked. "Yeah. I think so." He shrugged. "Let's do it." Nearly two hours later and mny hand cramps later, we had drawn ponies, butter flies and flowers all over his car in bright pink, purple and yellow. When we hopped in Dakota's car, I was finally able to laugh.

"He's going to kill us!" I cracked up, and Dakota laughed too. "I can't wait to see his fucking stupid face." He grinned evily, and took my hand.

"Alright, evil genious." I kissed his cheek, and Dakota grabbed my chin and gave me a real kiss.

This would undoubtably be fun.