Make believe

Chapter 27

"Stay here." I told Ashton in between fits of giggles.

"Where are you going?" He asked as I stood from the bed, my side hurting from laughing so much.

"To get us some food." I answered, reaching the door. "I'm starved."

"Do you have potato chips?" He called from the bed.

I made a motion for him to speak quieter. "I'll see." and with that, I shut the door behind me.

The kitchen was a white one, and when it was newly cleaned, looked exceptionally nice; when a tad dirty, looked unfit to keep food in. The white floors, cabinets, tabletops, etc. made every little thing that wasn't supposed to be there stand out. The tall cabinet containing snack food was nearly empty. I made a mental note to remind my mother to go shopping this week. I grabbed a pop-tart for myself, and scrounged around in search of potato chips. Sure enough, there was a snack-sized bag near the back. Triumphantly, I filled my arms with the snacks, the plastic crinkling loudly as it shifted. I maneuvered the food into one arm, and grabbed a bottle of water for me, and a soda for Ashton from the fridge. As I turned into the hallway, A figure walked by, then stopped.

"There you are." My mother smiled. "Ready for some girl time?" She looked down to my arms and smirked slightly.

"Uh, I'm hungry." I defended myself. "A-and thirsty." She linked her arm with mine and began guiding me to the livingroom. I pulled away.

"Mom, I'll be right back." I said quickly, then before hearing a reply, mounted the stairs. When I opened the door, Ashton was laying on my bed, facing the ceiling and had one of my books in hand. He didn't seem to notice I had entered; when I shut the door, his head snapped up and eyes landed on me.

"I come bearing food." I bellowed as I dropped the snacks to scatter on the bed.

"Potato chips," he breathed as he reached for the bag. "I love you, Laraine Wilkins. I fucking love you."

I giggled at his excitement as he struggled to open the bag. "Thanks." His eyes narrowed.

"I mean, I love you too. Of course." I said seriously. A smile broke out across his face. He dove into the chips, me slowly opening up my pop-tart.

"You know, you really need to be leaving soon; my mom actually wants to spend time with me today so I can't be up here with you."

He frowned. "But I thought we could bake cookies." I cringed.

"As fun as that sounds, I actually don't like cookies." I admitted.

"What?" He asked hollowly.

"I said that I don't like cookies."

"I heard what you said, but...what?"

I rolled my eyes and took a bite of my pop tart. I had only eaten half of it before I reluctantly stood from the bed, annoyed.

"I really need to go down stairs now."

He groaned. "I'll just chill up here then."

Raising an eyebrow, I asked, "oh, will you?" He nodded and flopped onto the bed, landing on his back and folding his hands. "How're you planning on getting me out of here with out your mom seeing? I'll just...explore, while you're gone. Plus," he grinned. "Your bed is very comfortable."

I began to object, but...how would I get him out of the house unseen? I decided there wouldn't be any harm in letting him hang out in my room while I was down stairs spending time with my mom, but wouldn't he get bored? I looked around the spacious, yet slightly empty room. There was no TV atop my dresser; the magazines scattered on the floor were all cheap, teen-girl magazines. I looked to my bookshelf.