Chapter 36- Unwelcomed company

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Tyler

"C'mon. I think we've sucked the heat out of the water and you're starting to looking like a shriveled old lady," I say to Specs who is still in the tub while I wrap a towel around my waist.

She is so stubborn.

"What? Are you saying that you won't like me when I'm old?" She raises a provocative eyebrow at me.

I had clever come back on how I wouldn't like her but love her when she's old but I keep that to myself. I don't want to make her feel more guilty than I already know she's feeling. I shake my head and walk closer to the tub. If she's not coming out then I'm dragging her out. Without a warning, I cup one hand behind her knees and the other behind her neck and pry her out of the now icy cold water. She kicks her legs in the air and tries to wiggle out of my hold. It's cute how she thinks she's stronger than me sometimes.

"You're going to drop me," she screams but fails to hide the smile that is taking over her features.

With all the shit that's going on, that smile is the one thing that makes everything better. It's sounds so corny but it's true and she will never really know how much.

I'm so fucking whipped, it's unreal.

I dump her wet body onto the bed and she bounces back slightly before sitting up on her own. I'm in and out of the bathroom with her towel in hand before she can even ask for it.

"I'm feeling for pizza," she says out of the blue while picking out her clothes for today.

"Okay?where do you want to order from?"

She shakes her head. "I was thinking that since you're taking me back home today, we could go out for lunch or something? I've been on house arrest this entire weekend remember? It's driving me nuts."

I want to argue against it and tell her that it's probably a bad idea but I know that she'll just protest back. She's also right, I can't keep hiding her forever so we might as well just carry on with life, for now.

"Fine. Get ready," I tell her and she smiles appreciatively.

When she's finally dressed in a pair of black ripped jeans, a red checked tshirt and ankle boots, she packs her bags and is ready to go.

The short drive to the mall is filled with her complaining about the distasteful music that plays on radio every Sunday and how if she ran the radio stations she'd only play Camilla Cabello and Zayn Malik songs. I laugh at her choice in music and earn myself a deadly glare from her.

The parking lot in the mall is as packed as I'd expected it to be. Once I managed to squeeze myself into an available bay, I went around the car to open the door for her. As expected, she beat me to it and smiled at my failed attempt. We walk through the automated doors with my hand resting on the small of my back. I was never one for PDAs before but I don't seem to mind it around Specs and I could care less about what people would say. We walk past one of the many fitness stores in the mall and Specs smacks her hand to her forehead as if she just remembered something.

"What?" I ask her.

"I just realized that it's been almost a month since I've been to the gym. It's all your fault," she says.

"Woah! What did I do?"

"Occupying my free time and now I'm getting fat. Look at this," she pulls at the skin of her cheeks trying to prove her point when really, she looks just the same as always, "you're a terrible influence."

"You can't commit. That's in no way my fault," I laugh as we reach the entrance to the best pizza house in LA, apparently.

I watch in amusement as Specs pushes up her glasses on the bridge of her nose while she reads the screens behind the counter with the days specials. She places our order, naturally, and when it arrives I find us a seat in the food court.

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