The Boy DownStairs •SetoSorcerer FF• #Sketo

Chapter 4

Date: 11/8/14
Word Count: 1866

I'm going to tell you a joke, and you take your guess on this chapter, and I'll tell you the answer next chapter! (Or at the end of this chapter. So stay tuned.)

Why is Hitler referred to as a penis potato?

~Answer Here.~ (Becca, Lauren and Jorie can't. And anyone else I've told, or have heard the joke.)

~Seto's POV~

(Also, I felt bad about the last chapter, so I'm posting this chapter earlier. ^-^)

"Cooper? What's wrong with Cooper!? Something better not have happened to him! I left him alone with Becca for one night." "Skylar. Skylar, listen." I pulled her hands off her face, holding them in mine.

"Nothing happened to him, it's just something that needs to happen." "Needs to happen? What!?" I sighed and stood up on the couch, carrying her up to the bedroom.

"Let's go to sleep, and we'll talk about it in the morning. It's nothing terribly bad." "BUT ITS BAD!?" "Skylar! Shh, sleep." I closed her eyes with my fingers, but she opened them back up.

"I said, sleeeeeeep." I closed them again making her giggle. "Seto, just tell me." "Not until you go to sleep." She groaned and pulled the blanket over her head, before groaning again. (I rhyme, and I'm not tryin'. I'm not even sure that rhymed. Dear lord help me.)

"Why must you torture me!?" "It's not called torturing." "It is in my book." I got up and changed into my pajamas, which was just my boxers.

(It feels so weird saying that. OH. ITS JUST MY BOXERS! Like, what even. I don't wear boxers!? Do I? MIND BLOWN! *cue explosion noises* This is what happens when I only get 7 hours of sleep, in 4 days. =o <~~ Me yawning. Sorry, I'll stop talking.)

I laid back onto the bed, Skylar instantly cuddling up against me. Whether guys like to admit it or not, we love to cuddle. Even if girls think we don't. (THANK YOU KIAN LAWLEY! God dang it, I need to stop. Someone help.)

"What's your favorite song?" I thought for a moment and then looked down at her. She was tracing circles on my stomach, and I was trying not to laugh as it tickled really bad.

"Um. Wanted, maybe." "By Hunter Hayes?" She glanced up at me and I nodded. "Sing it." "Excuse me?" I chuckled, but I realized she was serious.

"Oh, I can't sing Skylar." "Yeah you can, I heard you in the shower. You sing loud." I rolled my eyes and rubbed her back, once against avoiding the bump.

"Um, ok. I guess." I thought for a moment. Trying to find the lyrics off the top of my head, before starting.

(I just can't imagine him singing, but if he did I imagine it'd be like the best thing in the world! He'd sing before she died, and then dipdjqpkqnejltvntlejvneltjgnqer! MIND! STOP! =,( )

"Cause, I wanna wrap you up. Wanna kiss your lips. I... I wanna make you feel wanted. I wanna call you mine, want to hold your hand forever. And never let you forget it. Yeah, I... I wanna make you feel wanted."

I looked down at her to see her eyes closed. I don't know if I should continue singing if she's already asleep. She then poked my chest, so I continued.

"Yeah anyone can tell you you're pretty... But you get that all the time. I know you do." I saw her smile, which made me smile. "Your beauties better than the makeup. And I wanna show you what I see tonight."

I continued the song on, until I was sure she was asleep. Her mouth was hanging partly open, and she was snoring quietly.

"Cause you'll always be, wanted." I whispered the last part in her ear and kissed her temple. "I love you Skye."