I turn off the water and step out of the shower. I grab my towel and dry myself off. Then I sling it around my neck then tug on my boxers and sweats. I toss the towel back over the top of the shower and leave the bathroom. I ease open the door to my bedroom to find Kayla sprawled on my bed. The hemline of my shirt exposes her black underwear. She kicks her feet up in the air.
"Hi Pretty Boy." I shut the door behind me.
"What are you doing?"
"Reading a magazine."
"A magazine?" I echo, walking forwards.
"Yep," she answers and I can hear that little smile in her voice. I stop walking.
"La La?" She hums in response. "What kind of magazine?" I question slowly.
"The good kind." I stand there, looking at her. She rolls over and sits up. Then she turns the open magazine towards me. Across the whole page is a picture of a girl wearing nothing but an oversized, white hat covered in the flowers. I blink. "Are her tits bigger than mine? I really can't tell." I open my mouth to offer nothing. I pull my eyes away from the magazine to look at Kayla.
"Is that...a Playboy?" I ask.
"Obviously." She's still holding it up.
"Why are you looking at a Playboy?"
She shrugs. "I found it."
"Where? I haven't seen one of those since I was like fifteen." I laugh.
"Under Phoenix's bed," she says.
My eyes widen. "Why were you under his bed?"
"Got bored," she answers.
"Do you go under beds when you're bored?" I ask.
She shrugs. "If there's something worth stealing sure."
"So a Playboy?"
"Uh huh." She flips the magazine around and thumbs through a few more pages. "Okay her tits are definitely smaller than mine. I could totally do this you know, become a Playboy Bunny." She turns the magazine around again to show me. "I'm hotter than her, right?" I barely glance at the girl.
"Why do I have to answer that?" I groan.
She just stares at me. "At least look at her."
"La La, I'm not gonna-" She raises an eyebrow. I drag a hand down my face and glance up at the ceiling. Then I drop my eyes back to the girl in the magazine. I look at her curled blonde hair that conveniently avoids her boobs, green eyes, and red lips. I flick my gaze back to Kayla. Tracing her knotted hair over my dark gray t-shirt, blue eyes, and pale lips. I blink and drag my eyes over Kayla again. "You're hotter," I answer softly.
"You hesitated!" She screams.
I scoff. "La La, I did not hesitate."
"Oh you so did."
"La La-"
"Get your pretty ass over here," she demands.
I blink. "What?"
"Get in this bed, Danny."
I shake my head and walk over to her. "Now why would I do that?"
Kayla falls back into the mattress, twisting herself around to lay her head in the pillows. I don't miss my t-shirt riding up above the hemline of her underwear to expose skin. "So you can look at this with me, duh."
I roll my eyes, but move to the other side of the bed and lay down next to her. "I have no interest in Playboy Bunnies," I tell her.
"And yet here you are, in bed with them."
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Bad Boys
Teen Fiction{COMPLETED} Kyle was just Kyle. No last name, no family, no past. It was simple that way. Or at least it was easier than being Daniel, who cared too much to be anything but a coward. Kyle got decent cash from his side job, flunked classes on purpose...
