Kiss me harder

Chapter 1 - Twerking

I reluctantly open my eyes and peer around my dimly lighted room, Mr Twinkles is purring gently at the end of my bed whilst grooming his long silky fur. I stretch and yawn loudly attempting to wake myself up but after 5 minutes of sitting, staring at my wall I give in the aching fatigue and fall back asleep for another, what felt like 30 minutes but had really been 2 hours. When checking my Iphone I see it is 11am and I have 5 unread messages from Jemma mainly about this stupid party she has been pestering me about. Although we are so alike in some ways me and her are also completely different, she loves boys and takes every opportunity she can get at things like big social events, me well I prefer cats and I am as socially awkward as rock, as lazy as one too! I skim through the messages and as I predicted they were about the party, not wanting to disappoint her by turning down her invitation I close my phone and begin my regular routine of brushing my thick brown hair, brushing my teeth and putting on minimal makeup.

A high pitched feminine voice calls my name from downstairs 'Lucy! I am going round to your nana's to check on her I will be back in the afternoon love you'

Before I can reply I hear the front door gently shut and who must have been my mother drive away in our black ford. My younger brother Nigel is out playing football and my dad is out at work so like every teenage girl that is home alone I decide to blast out music while dancing around in my onsie. Miley Cyrus comes on and I get up on the coffee table unleashing my mad twerking skills having the time of my life but a sudden tapping sound on the window takes me by surprise and results in me falling on the floor. After picking myself up I look toward the window where the noise was coming from and see a tall male figure walk towards the front door Omg, did they see any of that?! After a minute or two of questioning whether I should even open the door I find myself standing awkwardly in front of a highly amused tall dark haired boy trying his hardest not to burst out laughing, he could have not been much older than me maybe about a year. He was holding Mr Twinkles who was not struggling as much as he usually does when someone is holding him but was still not making it easy for whoever this guy was,

'Sorry about walking in on your amazing performance back there, I found your cat in my kitchen he was eating my cat's breakfast.. he must have gotten in through the cat flap'

As he hands me over Mr Twinkles I turn scarlet Great, he saw everything and my cat is a pig. Unable to reply out of sheer embarrassment and awkwardness I mumbled some gibberish even I myself could not understand and quickly closed the door. I decide my dancing days are over and check my phone to see whether Jemma had pestered me anymore, 2 miss calls and 30 messages. Most of them just being 'PLEASE' over and over again. Before I even have a chance to read anything else my phone rings in my hands

'Hey Jemma-' I am cut off by a long line of 'pleases' before I can speak again

'FINE I WILL GO! But only on three conditions one, you do not leave me on my own two, you let me borrow a dress and three, if anyone especially if they are male tries to talk to me get them away'

After agreeing on the conditions and that we would meet at Jemma's tomorrow to get ready I put the phone down to think about what I had just agreed to, the party was at 7:30pm tomorrow and I was not looking forward to it at all.