Shaking Things Up...

Shaking Things Up...Chapter Nine.

Shaking Things Up...

Chapter Nine.

"Prescott? What the fuck did you do that for?" I hiss out of the window. Placing the gun down on the ledge I push my legs out and leap down. Unfortunately my landing doesn't go as usual and I go flying right into Prescott.

"Wow," He catches me and places me on the ground. He looks at me, then at the ground, then back to be a blushes then back down. Did- did Prescott just blush. Gosh, I think I'm dreaming.

"What did you do that for?" I hiss again, making him blush even darker.

"I- umm... You forgot your phone." He says sheepishly, holding my iphone out to me. I snatch it off him and glare at him.

"So what? You decided to come smash my window? What the fuck?!" I shout again, making him flinch.

"I-I." He stutters.

"you're luck y my parents aren't here, Prescott. You would be six feet under by now." I shout at him. I mean, what the fuck is up with that? Couldn't he come knock on my door like a normal person.

"You have a gun." He states and I nod, still pissed.

"you have a gun." He says again.

"Yes, Scott!! I have a gun!" I shout at him making him flinch. But then he looks up at me curiously.

"What did you just say?" He asks. I sigh and rub my temple.

"I said, yes I have a gun." I repeat for him.

"No, you called me Scott. No on calls me Scott." He says and I shake my head.

"So what? you're allowed to smash my window and I'm not allowed to shorten your name?" I laugh.

"No, I mean, you can call me Scott if you- you know, want." He finishes lamely .

"Good because I was gonna call you Scott  whether you liked it or not." I told him. We settled into silence.

"Now," I calmed myself down. "Can you explain my my window is shattered?" 

"I-I saw it in a movie." He answers vastly.

"You what?" I laugh, making him blush bright red again.

"I'm not saying it again!" He snaps, making me laugh harder.

"What type of movie?" I ask and he shrugs.

"My little sister made me watch it." He grumbles.

"What? A chick-flick?" I laugh and he scowls at me.

"Yes! A fricken chick-flick!! I was meant to throw the stone lightly! I guess I just have a harder aim." He finishes, looking down at the ground and shuffling his feet.

"So, it was meant to be romantic." I say, trying to hold in my laugh but it doesn't work, I fall to the ground laughing. 

He falls down besides me and crosses his legs.

"It was stupid, I know." He mumbles.

"I can't- Can't believe the famous- Prescott Austin, does- romantic." I gasp through laughs.

"I know." He chuckles. He looks at me still laughing and starts laughing himself.

"Why are you laughing." I ask. His laugh turns into an evil laugh and I look at him curiously.

"You look adorable when you laugh." He chuckles. Okay?

"Fine, then I'm not laughing anymore." I cross my arms over my chest and hold my mouth together. He does that evil laugh again.

"Oh yes you are." He says before launching himself at me. He takes his own weight as he lies on top of me.

"What are you doing?" I whisper braking the silence.

"This." He mumbles before his hands run down my body and stop at my stomach. I must admit that a part of me thinks that he's feeling me up and most of that part wants him to. 

But no, his fingers start to tickle my stomach and I scream out.

"Ahh!!" I scream, laughing my ass off. He laughs along, probably thinking about how adorable I look when I laugh. Yeah right, he's probably laughing at my beetroot coloured face.

"Stop!" I gasp but he just tickles harder and makes me laugh more.

It finally gets to a point where laughing so much is hurting me and tears are running down my face.

He stops and I realise that we're only inches apart. He moves closer, and closer until our lips are only an inch apart. My heart picks up speed and my breathing is shallow, just waiting for that touch of lips.

But his lips dont touch mine, instead, his tongue slops over my cheek, mopping up the tears.

"Told you I could make you laugh." He laughs as I push him of of me.

"Did you just-" I stop and bring a hand up to my cheek and feel a wetness that isn't my tears.

"Eww!! You licked me!" I scream. I'm about to put my hand up to my face to wipe it away when I realise that I would have his saliva on my hand as well. So, I do something that I would regret later. I pull my flimsy tank top over my head, revealing my black and purple lase bra.

I then get to work, cleaning my face up with my top.

"I can't believe you licked me." I say, pulling the top away from my face and see Prescott looking at my very flat stomach and my lace bra in surprise. Before I get to say something, a car door slams shut and I turn around to see the two people I least expect to see.

"Hi Mom. Hi Dad." I mumble, looking at both of my parents. Can this day get any worst?

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Yeah, so the mysterious parents come back , at the worst of times, I know. It's actually pretty funny. What would you do in that situation? 

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