Infatuation

Chapter 8 ~ Waffles

It's Parker. The message is hidden, but I don't want to open. At the same time I was very curious, and couldn't help myself.
Davidson02, 8:45 PM
Hey, wanna come over?

Charliethedinosaur, 8:46 PM
It's after dark are you insane?

I sit in wait for a few minutes. I replied almost immediately after he sent it, what could he be doing?
Davidson02, 8:50 PM
Just sneak out. Nobody will even notice you're gone.

Charliethedinosaur, 8:51 PM
I don't know Parker...

Davidson02, 8:53 PM
Come on, it'll be fun.

I sat and contemplated, and then made a horrible decision.

Charliethedinosaur, 9:00
I'll be there in 20.

I couldn't believe what I was about to do, but I stuffed pillows under my covers, along with my ring holder to look like my hand was there. Even if my mom walked by in the middle of the night, she'd probably not look to check anyways. I stood in the doorway for a while and looked at my sister, hoping and praying she'd never do the same thing.
After a few minutes of doorway contemplation, I turned around and quietly opened my window.
I didn't live in the second story of my house, reserved for storage and music, or the occasional sleepover. My window was still about 5 feet off the ground, with a bed of woodchips and the small gap between two bushes. I sat on my wooden windowsill, the breeze blowing my hair and curtains in a calm backwards direction. I bent my back so I could pull down the window low enough for me to pull it closed from the ground. I gently then slid off and landed with a slight thud on the woodchips, a bush stabbing my stomach with a loose branch. I proceeded to whisper-yell a couple obscenities before turning around and shutting my window with all the effort I had.
Sneaking to the corner of the house with my head ducked under my mom's windows was not an easy task. When I got to the front, I checked to see that my front curtains were closed, and they were not.
"Ugh," I whispered to myself. My mom's blinds were closed, so I decided to duck into the bush border between my house and my neighbor's. I was free to dash along that border and then to wherever I wanted.

♡♡♡

When I got to Parker's, his text told me to go to the side gate, his mom fell asleep on the couch. I was greeted with a hug, then a dip and a kiss. He was still mind-blowingly handsome, even in sweatpants and a band shirt too big for him.
"I didn't know you listened to the Quiet. I'd think they were too dark for someone like Parker Davis, soccer champ."
"What you see's not what you get, Lacharie," he said to my eyes with a smirk.
He led me by my hand through the majestic garden to the back porch, through the sunroom into the kitchen.
"I hope you like waffles," he whispered as he let go of my hand and gestured to two plates he'd made, each with a waffle stacked with a scoop of ice cream coated in whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and sprinkles.
My jaw dropped," Are you kidding? I love waffles!"
He retrieved two forks from a drawer and presented one to me as I quietly sat at a stool, and he rounded the head of the counter to plop himself at the stool that rested next to mine.
He took a bite as big as two fingers, and that's without the dollop of whipped cream and toppings included. I took a bite too, bigger than his, and then we both looked at each other with dabbles of whipped cream and caramel, sprinkles and chocolate, on his lip and my nose. We both giggled, and this went on and on until he leaned in to place a hand on my face to wipe a little bit of whipped cream off my lip, and I smiled when I noticed what he was about to do.
Per my predictions, he proceeded to smush his face on mine and make the messiest makeout in history. I laughed and he proceeded to kiss me all over my face, and when he pulled away I just sat there with a smile plastered on my face which was coated in a pure nightmare. But, instead of going to the bathroom or the sink to wash it off, I took a big scoop off my waffles and smeared it down his face.
This sugar fest then led to us finishing our childish desserts and him leading me upstairs to his bathroom.
"You can use my face wash," Parker said as he offered up a blue tube and a washcloth.
He turned on his shower as I turned around from smearing the soapy washcloth down my face.
"What are you doing?"
He looks at me like it was so plain as he opened the sliding door," Taking a shower. You wanna come in? You don't have to, obviously."
"You know, I might need a shower after all this," I wiped a lock of hair with the washcloth," Sugar."
"Well, Sugar, it just makes you that much sweeter." He smiled a sly smile and then slipped off his band shirt.
I may have dropped my jaw a bit, but seeing dem abs was worthy of a jaw drop. Don't lose yourself, Charlie, gotta leave some mystery. This is an excellent time to steal aLL the hoodies.
"You can shower, take your time. I'm gonna lay on your bed."
"Okay, see you in a minute Lacharie," he said as he walked up to me and pulled his arms through my sides to grab my ass, sealing everything with a deep, passionate kiss.
I ended it by pushing his chest away and saying, "Go take a shower, Waffles."
Finally, I lay down and find a comfy light pink sweatshirt on his bed, and crawl into it before I notice it's an XL, but that made it all the better.