Letting Go

CHAPTER 36.

Lynnea is sitting cross legged on my bed and she's still trying the equation.  I of course had a total other agenda on my mind. I start tickling her feet and then move up to her stomach as she pushes me in attempts of gaining an upper hand here. She grabs one of my pillows and hits me with it across the face. I retract my neck and hide my face against my chest as she pounds faster. I'm not going to let this girl win. I pin her two hands above her head with one of mine. The free hand moves under her purple t shirt and I start tickling her until she wraps her legs around me and does this sort of karate flip. I landed with a thud on my ass and she kisses me then takes off running downstairs.

She's so going to pay for that. "You better be hiding I shout out ".

When i run into the kitchen i slide across the wooden floor with my socks. I know she's in the kitchen because my mother is trying her hardest not to laugh. I fall to the floor and I know it was her. She jumped on me . The actual nerve on this girl. I pin her down to the floor with one arm using just enough force to keep her there without bruising her wrist. I reach up with my free hand and grab a hold of the tamato paste my mother was using and I smear it all over lynnea's face. She's clearly vexed by my actions because she chases me with a bottle of honey , threatening to be my new hairstylist.

I hide behind my Impala and I'm pretty happy when I don't hear footsteps behind me. The smirk on my face was erased by the honey dripping of my forehead. The sticky texture caused me to squirm like a worm whilst the honey proceeded to drip on my t-shirt. 

The evil laugh that escaped her lips was more than satisfying to both of us because it stopped our childish behaviour in its tracks. Her face was still red with tamato paste and my sweet tooth was more than eager to lick the honey of my lips.

"So we better get cleaned up " she looks at my hair and smirks proudly.

"Yeah I'll get some towels from my mother. I don't know what you are going to wear though".

"I'll ask your mother if I can use one of her tops because my dad would kick your face for you, had I shown up in your clothes".

"Yeah. That would be weird for both of us" my mind actually runs to the thought of a very vexed Mr.Blaire chasing me around his house with a pistol hell bent on shooting my piercings off. "Would your dad even approve of us?" My insecurities are playing in my head again and I'm overthinking again. What if her dad doesn't like me or think I'm able to give his daughter what she needs.

"Surely my father would have said something to you by now if he didn't have some sort of liking toward you. As a matter of fact I think you and him should do some bonding " she has a devilish grin shining on her face. She's up to something i can feel it. Anyone who could see the way she's looking at me would immediately grow suspicious of her. Lynnea has one of those faces that can't hide anything.

"But I'm the actual walking version of the typical guy fathers warn their daughters about". I know I'm pushing her but I need to know we are going to work out. I can't have a repeat of Caitlyn and I.

"Tyler I promise you nothing can ever come between us and if something does I will never rest until you are mine. I will always fight for you because you hold a part of me that belongs with you. That part of my soul was made to be yours. Look Tyler I think I love you. I'll love you 'til my last breath and beyond".

I grab her and kiss her pouring all my passion into the kiss. I'm not going to repeat my mistake of not letting the person I love know how I feel.

" 'Til my last breath and beyond". I whisper in her ear. I know I didn't say the actual words but I've never been able to say it. At this stage I feel like the words I love you have been thrown around so much that it has lost its meaning over time and is no longer significant. I like this term she used . 'Til my last breath. I believe lynnea and I have a thing.

"Hey Mrs.Lloyd do you have a shirt or something I can wear . This ass of a child of yours ruined this one. Little does he know his going to wash this stain of ". My mother laughs at us and walks with Lynnea up to her room. I take a bite of an apple and the juice runs down the sides of my mouth like one of those appeltiser commercials.

"Sh5e showering in my bathroom so you can use the other one " my mother calls down to me. The sticky syrup substance in my hair really pushes me to listen to my mother and go take that shower.

I turn the shower on and undress. When I step under the water my muscles relax. I haven't done any gyming since I've met Lynnea, I should actually do a few sessions.  I fumble around for my shampoo for a while and I see nothing. I make a personal note to get shampoo as I spread Lexys shampoo through my thick ass locks of curls. The smell of the shampoo brought back caitlyns face.

The shampoo smells exactly the same as her hair used to and I curse the scent under my breath as I take in as much of it as I can. It's only fair I give the necessary credit to Caitlyn. Were it not for her, I would never learn how to feel for anything or anyone in that matter. I rinse of the shampoo and soap and dry off with a pink towel. Another product of Lexys. Where the fuck is Harry's toiletries I think to myself as I realise I need to walk out of her in a damn pink towel.