thirteen :: mgc

5

I ended up going to Teagan's apartment the day after the party because I had no other place to go but home and that would just be plain boring.
"I'm taking a shower," She informed me and headed down the hall to what I assume was the bathroom.
Doo-doo-do-do-doo-doo-doodly-doo-doodly-doodly-doodly-do-wop-wop-wop-wow.
I had that child-like tune stuck in my brain for some unknown reason but it was annoying the hell out of me. It kept replaying in my head over-and-over-and-over again.
After it replayed in my mind about 20 million times, she finally joined me again, her hair was slightly wet.
"Doo-doo-do-do-doo-doo-doodly-doo-doodly-doodly-doodly-do-wop-wop-wop-wow," I hummed out loud.
She gave me a weird look.
"What?" She furrowed her eye brows.
"I have it stuck in my head," I explained the sudden weirdness.
"Ah," She nodded.
She sat down next to me on the couch and turned on the TV. She slouched down into the couch and rested her feet on the coffee table.
I instinctively put my hand on her thigh and rubbed a few patterns there with my thumb.
She tensed at the touch.
"Relax sweetheart," I said cooly.
"Sorry," She mumbled and cleared her throat.
I nodded and turned my attention back to the large flat screen.
"Michael," She said after our episode ended.
"What?" I asked.
She flipped off the TV and turned to me.
"Do you remember what happened last night?" She asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Do you regret it?"
"Not at all," I raised my eye brows and grabbed her hand from her lap.
"Really?" Her face lit up.
"Well yeah, I mean, I wasn't just doing it to do it, I did it for you," I explained.
"You're so sweet," She cooed and pinched my cheek.
"Don't rub it in," I said, I felt my cheeks flush and I looked down at my lap to hide it.
"I just did," She pointed out.
"Whatever," I teased and rolled my eyes.
She raised one of her eyebrows at me and smiled.
I smiled back.
She took me by surprise and took advantage of the situation, she punched me square in the balls with her small fist.
"Fuck!" I shouted in pain.
I rolled off the couch and onto the floor. I held my crotch at the pain.
She crawled off the couch and on top of my stomach with one leg on each side of me.
"Breath Michael," She coached.
"Shut up," I groaned and tried to push her off of me.
She stayed silent and didn't move from her spot on me.
"God don't do that again," I ordered her.
"Okay," She agreed to do so.
I pulled her down to lay on the floor with me.
I stared down at her as she mindlessly stared at her fingers that where drawing invisible patterns on my clothed chest.
After a while I finally tapped my finger under her chin, silently telling her to look at me. She glanced up and smiled softly.
I leaned my head down and kissed her lips shortly.
When I pulled away, she leaned back in for more. I moved us so that she had her back flat on the floor as she laid underneath me.
She finally pulled away and pulled me down. I laid beside her with my head on her chest.