Painting a beautiful picture (on hold D': )

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

*AMYS POV*

I was painting my nails when Adam burst through my room door.

"Knock much?" I said sarcastically. He stood in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"You're living under MY rules. I don't have to knock." I rolled my eyes and went back to painting my nails. I was using a pretty peach Colorado, which matched a tank top I have for tomorrow.

"What if I had been changing!" I questioned. He sighed.

"Change in the closet! But the main bedroom part has no privacy Ms. IM-GOING-TO-BRING-MYGUY-BESTFRIEND-OVER-ALL-THE-TIME-THEN-KISS-MY-BROTHERS-BEST-FRIEND!!!!!!" I was shocked. He knew about Preston kissing me? HOW? he saw the shock on my face and chuckled. "He told me. The guys really honest... which is why I giving you permission to date him if you want. I already talked to him and the only rules are no sex, and no PDA." I sighed.

"Thats not up to only me. He has to like me also!"

He smirked. "We'll see...Now I'm going to bed. Your prince charming is downstairs. Remember, hes not allowed upstairs!" I rolled my eyes and stood up. I walked towards him and he pulled me into a hug.

"I love you Adam."

"Love you too. Remember. Rules." He said strictly. I sighed.

"He has to actually be interested in me yanno... " he rubbed my back.

"Trust me. He is." I nodded and he let me go, and walked away. I took a deep breath and started down the stairs. When I entered the livingroom, I saw him sitting on the couch watching Tv.

"Did you have a death wish?" I joked. His gaze snapped to me and a grin overtook his face.

"Now why would you think that?" I made my way over to him and stood in front of his sitting form.

"Maybe because you told a girl's brother you kissed her!!!!" He laughed and pulled me onto his lap.

"But the girl," he paused and looked me in the eyes "is worth it." I smiled.

"I certainly hope she is..." he stared in my eyes, and started go lean forward. I turned my head to avoid kissing him. I wasnt the type to kiss a guy i wasnt officially dating. "watcha watching?" I said killing the moment.

"Way to ruin it..." he smirked. I rolled my eyes and a picture of justin bieber came on the screen, announcing his new single.

"Hes so hot...." i whispered to myself. Preston mustve heard me because his grip tightened painfully on my side. "OW! stop it!" but he didnt. It got tighter and tighter. "youre hurting me!" I sqealed, ripping his arms off of me and jumping up from his lap. I stared at him wide-eyed, looking at his disgusted expression. "What the hell was that?!?!" I asked him. He stood up angrily.

"Are you fucking joking!?!? Youre talking about how hot another guy is, while sitting on my lap! Youre acting like a fucking slut!" I was shocked. Im not a slut! How could he say that?!?

"All i said was justin bieber is hot! Its just lkke a guy saying megan fox is sexy!" His expression darkened.

"Well i dont do that! Neither should you! You sound like a whore! Then again, i dont know you anymore, and you couldve fucked every guy on the block" A tear spilled over, and ran down my cheek. His face softened. He stepped forward and pulled me into a bear hug. Burying my face in his chest, i was consumed in his warmth. "Im sorry sweetheart. I just get jealous because youre mine, and i dont want to lose you." I pulled away.

"But im not yours." i said frowning. He stepped closer and kissed my nose.

"then lets make it official." he paused and looked around the room. When his gaze fixed on a boquet of plastic roses, he ran over to it, and picked one out. He brought it over to me, and helt it out for my taking. "amy, sweetheart, will you be my girlfriend?" i didnt answer immediately. He just said some horrible things to me not 5 minutes ago!

"i-i dont know preston...." he threw the rose on the couch and grabbed my face between his hands. He rested his forehead on mine, and my hands covered his wrists, while i closed my eyes.

"give me a chance amy. What do you have to loose?" he mumbled. I opened my eyes slowly, and nodded yes.

"okay. Okay preston. Ill be your girlfriend." he grinned wide, and kissed me deeply. When we pulled apart, he stepped away.

"im gonna go home, babe. See ya tommorow. Sweet dreams." he smiled sweetly at me, and then came over and pecked my cheek. "bye sweetheart."

"bye preston." i said giggling a little. He smirked and walked out the front door.

When the door closed, i let out a huge breath i didnt even know i was holding. Why did i feel this way around him? Maybe its just because im jumping into a new relationship...? I sighed and shook my head, making my way upstairs to my room.

The first thing i noticed when i entered my room, was my tak top was ridden up , showing my side, the second thing i noticed was my shorts riding a little low. But the third thing i noticed was a huge bruise in between the two, right where preston grabbed me.

Not liking the image in the mirror, i turned out my room lights, and crawled into bed, shutting out the rest of the world, letting sleep overcome me.