Somewhere Boy

Chapter 3 - Robyn

"Hey, Robbie." I looked up in my doorway to see the figure of John. He was stepping carefully, poking his head in before taking a few steps forward and into my room. I put my notebook and pencil on my desk and got off of my bed, standing up and walking towards him. The sunlight glimmering through my curtains touched the back of my legs, warming them slightly.

"I'm sorry about last night. I just felt like I needed to defend myself when I was with you, mostly because of the way Robert would act when I was upset." I calmly put my hands into loose fists, nervously saying what needed to be said. John nodded and glanced at my hands. He then reached for them, grasping my left hand in his right.

"Its okay. I figured you would let me do that since I've been your friend since you first moved here, but I guessed wrong." He used his other hand to hold my other hand and lifted them in front of us, filling the space. I watched him do this, my mind racing as to why he was doing this, and why I was feeling something as a result. I looked into his eyes for an answer, but instead he gazed into mine and kissed my hands. I felt my face heat up.

"What are you doing?" I asked, his grip loose but I felt like I couldn't tear away from it. He grinned and lifted up our hands into the air beside us as he pushed his body forward into mine. He kissed me, so suddenly and quick that my brain had to put it in slow motion. The kiss seemed to last hours, then he pulled away and let go of my hands, slithering his arms around my waist and kissing the delicate skin on my neck.

"John..." I gasped. He nibbled at my neck, the feeling making my eyes flutter in pleasure. He pressed me against him and kept kissing my vulnerable neck.

"John wait..." I trailed off before feeling a hand gently move from my waist to my hips. His hand moved to my lower abdomen and I closed my eyes...

"Robyn!" A voice jerked me out of my sleepy state. I opened my eyes suddenly and looked at the face above me.

"Wh-What?" I spoke, my voice groggy. John furrowed his eyebrows and stepped away from my bed.

"I came up here to see if you're awake but instead you were whispering my name in your sleep." He said, straightening his stance and crossing his arms. I felt my face heat up again and I cleared my throat to fix my voice.

"That? Oh that was nothing." I said, rolling my eyes. John nodded slowly and stepped back.

"I'll meet you downstairs," He said, then exiting my room. I watched him leave and stood up from my bed, closing my door. I opened my closet and threw on a blouse then putting on my favorite poodle skirt. I went to walk out of my room but instead froze in the doorway.

"John..." I gasped. He nibbled at my neck, the feeling making my eyes flutter in pleasure...

I shook my head. Its just a dream. I'm really just acting crazy.

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, meeting John sitting at the table with a newspaper in his hands. He skimmed through the articles before noticing me in the doorway.

"Poodle skirt huh? Sounds like a stretch." He mumbled, looking up at me as I opened the pantry to get out the cereal.

"Shut up." I replied, pulling out two bowls and two spoons as well. I grabbed the milk and opened the cereal box.

"John..." He mimicked, his voice high as he got up from his chair, walking over to the counter where I was making the cereal. I looked up at him and slapped him, a slap hard enough to be heard but soft enough to not leave a mark. John's head jerked in the direction where I slapped him, before he looked back at me and laughed.

"I expected that," He said, rubbing his cheek. I ignored him and gave him his bowl of cereal. He took it and sat down at the table to begin eating it. I joined him.

"So I do have to ask, why were you saying my name in your sleep?" John asked, his mouth semi-full with a spoonful of cereal. I looked up at him and set my spoon down, clearing my throat. I then set my arms on the place in front of me, my hands under my head before I grinned.

"None of your business." I responded, making John roll his eyes and sit back in his chair. He looked into my eyes and got close to me, mimicking my position on the table.

"Tell me, I'm not gonna tell anyone else, I promise." He whispered, his gaze tearing into my eyes, trying to read my emotions. I bit the side of my cheek a little. I moved my legs to almost cross with his, a smooth and flirty move. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips, then I smiled.

"I know what you want." I whispered, my tone flirtatious. He furrowed his eyebrows and fixed his position.

"What?" He replied, his tone demanding. I lightly grazed my leg against his.

"To get in my pants, to put it simply." I responded, smiling teasingly. He cocked an eyebrow and pushed my leg away with his own.

"Good guess ma'am." He whispered, grinning slyly then retracting his head to mess with his cereal. I went back to my original seating position too, then picking up my spoon and swirling it around in my Cheerios.

"Your go-to is that I'm this," He paused, looking away from me for a choice of words, "horny teenage boy that only wants whats between your legs." He took a bite of cereal.

"Well I've seen what you do around other girls. Like with that one bird, I forgot her name, but I've seen how you eye her." I replied, keeping my gaze locked to my bowl.

"Because thats what she is. A bird. You're nothing like them, I gotta admit, you're no bird." He spoke, his mouth semi-full with cereal during his first sentence. I looked up and my gaze met with his. His eyes conveyed no emotion.

"I'd hate to be one."

"Good, because you need to know that you're nothing like them to me," He paused as we stared into each others eyes before clearing his throat, "you know, as a friend." He finished, tearing away his gaze to eat more of his cereal. I nodded and took a bite of my Cheerios.