Falling for my roommate

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Charlotte was currently sitting in the back of Thomas's car on Preston's Lap.

They had once again not brought enough cars and the girls were required to sit on a guy's lap.

Because Lucy had already sat on Jordan she had decided to sit on Preston's lap because she didn't want to sit on Dylan's and Lucas was sitting in the front so that would just be inconvenient.

Conor, Jamie and two other guys who she didn't know were in Conor's car, but they were both older so she had no interest in them.

"You're so boney," Preston grunted for the fifth time.

The music was booming in the car so she was the only one who could hear his snide remarks, but she would pretend she hadn't.

She was aware she was skinny, she hadn't starved herself for years to be fat.

Thomas would look at the two of them from his mirror every few minutes then look away when he got caught.

"Shut up," she snapped.

He smirked, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Do you even eat?" He pressed, pinching her ribs.

She rolled her eyes and slapped his hands away, "Cut it out."

He stayed silent but kept his arms wrapped around her waist and his chin placed on her shoulder.

His hand slowly found its way underneath her sweater and rubbed her waist slowly, making her twitch uncomfortably.

"Don't touch me," She snapped, slapping his hand away.

He laughed at her unease and removed his hand from under her sweater, now leaving it resting on her lap as he had nowhere else to put it.

"This is why I should've sat on Dylan's lap," She confessed.

He rolled his eyes, "Oh come on, I'm only kidding."

"Well it's not funny."

"You're so uptight."

"You're such a jerk."

He glared at her, "You're the one sitting on my lap, why don't you go break Dylan's legs for a while?"

Her jaw dropped as he basically called her fat and he instantly regretted it, knowing that what he said wasn't true and Charlotte was far from fat.

"So first you call me boney and now you're calling me fat? Why don't you decide why my body is ugly already?"

"I didn't mean that. It just came out," he apologized.

She shook her head and looked out the window, making herself stand slightly so that she wasn't putting so much of her weight on his lap.

"Don't do that," he stated, pulling her firmly into his lap, "You barely weigh a thing."

She sat awkwardly, wondering how heavy she actually felt on his legs and she knew his thighs were probably dead from having to hold her weight up for so long.

"Can someone take over driving? I'm tired," Thomas called from the front.

"Preston will," Charlotte stated before anyone could respond.

Preston looked at her apologetically as Thomas pulled over and got out of the car.

The two swapped seats and Charlotte hesitantly sat down on Thomas's lap.

"Why are you still basically standing? Could you relax already?" Thomas asked, pulling her full weight down on to his lap.

She shifted uncomfortably, realizing that her bones were probably digging into him and that she was probably extremely heavy on his lap.