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And as always Sorry for Any mistakes. Enjoy! :D
Feeling groggy he stretched his arms repeating the words "Carpe Diem." He did this every morning. The actual results of being a teenager were finally beginning to take effect. Poor guy was still having to deal with voice changes. Though it was harder for him to get up in the morning it didn't mean he didn't. He was up before dawn-as always the thought of beating the sun pleased him. After forcing himself up and out of bed he saw his brother's bed was already made. He couldn't wait to get down to the kitchen.
When I climbed down the steps I saw Ferb sitting at the table shoveling pancakes into his mouth. I shook my head. He stopped, and looked up at me; he was holding a fork full of pancakes to his mouth. He met my gaze for a second. We both broke into a fit of laughter. Once the laughter died down I realized mom was gone. "Where's Mom?"
"At an antique convention with Dad I assume," Ferb replied casually- his accent sent shills down my spine. The sound of his voice sent my heart into overdrive and my stomach into somersaults.-It was all too familiar to hear that. She and dad were always at convention, it was all too convenient. We figured she was lying. We never did ask them where they really went; we were scared we would be mentally scarred if we really knew.
"…So the house is empty?" Candace wouldn't be gone unless she was sleeping over at Stacy's.
He shook his head unhappily. "However," he said slowly. There was no need for him to continue. It would only be a waste of time, plus I could find something better to do with his mouth and mine. I knew Ferb was implying that she had stayed up late. We had the whole morning before we had to worry about her catching us.
Not wasting anytime I lead the way back to the room. "I really never will be able to express how happy you make me. You make me the luckiest man alive to have you." He grinned and brushed this thumb over my check. He brushed my bangs away and kissed my forehead. His very touch made my body react, stupid hormones. "I really am lucky you know." He didn't talk but I knew- through the look on his face and his touch- that he felt the same way.
"You have no idea." With that he pulled me in for a kiss. It made me queasy. Made my stomach turn, I could feel the butterflies. I felt unbelievable. All his kisses made me feel like I was walking on a cloud. They made me feel like I was the only one that mattered. They made my knees quake, made me feel like falling. Kissing me was his way of saying I love you. It was perfect because it reflected his personality. It was perfect because he didn't have to talk, it was our secret language. It was a whole lot sweeter than talking, and a lot more fun.
"Wait…Was that you trying to be funny and imply my obliviousness?"
"Guess you're not that oblivious?" he offered- the look on his face made my heart ache.
"Oh you're in trouble mister." He wriggled his eyebrows up and down. My heart did another somersault. I tried to stay calm.
"And just what are you going to do with me?" His voice was sultry and seductive. He was such a flirt.
I pulled him closer. I cleared my throat but it still cracked. "You'll see."