"Jake oh god, stop flirting with me and get a day job." I laughed bringing my hand up to my mouth to cover my smashed up tomato looking face as he faked an evil laugh.
We've been talking for a hours now- and by hours I mean an hour and forty-five minutes- and surprisingly I'm actually enjoying the presence of an unfairly attractive teenage boy for once in this awkward little sob story- otherwise known as my life.
Too bad I had to drown to get his attention.
"You were flirting first though!" He spoke over the chirping of thousands of crickets.
"Hm, was I?" my hand went up to my face to stroke my chin. I then looked over at him as if I didn't intentionally try and make sly ass comments throughout our whole conversation.
"You know what, I need a drink dealing with you." he chuckled as he got up from the bench we were sitting on in the backyard. "You want anything?"
"No no no!" I yelped clenching onto his arm.
"Ok sheesh, I won't get you a drink." He laughed.
"No I mean, you can't just leave me here, what if Kaitlyn sees me." I whispered as if she was some type of monster out to get me.
"Beat her ass."
"Jake i'm serious!" I said trying to hide my smile, still gripping his bare arm.
"Fine then, just come with me."
"And how is this going to help, exactly?" I sighed getting up from the old wooden seat clumsily.
"It's not I just want a walking buddy."
"You are so useless."
"Oh come on." he paused leaning over to my ear. "I'll protect you."
My breath hitched at the feeling of his fanning over my neck, but thankfully it went unnoticed by him because of the blaring music coming from inside.
I kept my head down as we walked through the crowd, some people were peering at us and others were way to drunk to give a shit so we got to the kitchen without any interruption.
"Like you could ever protect me, I could beat your ass any day." I retaliated with a smirk as I sat up on the huge slab of fancy cream colored counter top.
This kitchen is nice; stainless steal appliances, dark oak cabinets, white tilled floors, and lots of other expensive crap.
Seriously though, who needs a golden spatula?
"Oh, so you think you could beat my ass now?" He mockingly spoke opening several cabinets before finally finding the one he was searching for.
"No baby, I know I can beat your ass."
"Baby, huh?" I could hear the smirk in his voice as he poured some fancy wine in his cup. "You should called me that more often."
"Like I would do anything to pleasure you." I scoffed and then soon blushed at the sudden realization that that sentence had a double meaning.
"Oh." Was all he said before turning around and leaning against the counter top across from me.
He took a slow sip from his glass and wiggled his eyebrows.
I chuckled as if his attempt to flirt was lacking, but on the inside I was literally screeching.
Out of nervousness my legs started to swing of the counter in rhythm as I painfully watched him drink his beverage.
"Pick up the pace grandma."
"And if I don't?" He challenged.
Just as I was about to make a move I hear a voices on the other side of the door.
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Excitement
Fanfiction"I don't want to hang out with anybody else, because anybody else isn't you. You're different, styles, and that excites me."
