A/N: yep, i'm a total sap.
this (craptasic) drabble is dedicated to my favorite pinkkpurpleperson, pinkky. XD
i'm stupid enough to make this a summer fic, during the winter. only i would do that. xD
so, merry Christmas, pinkky!
Chris McLean was no pedophile.
It was true - he did not go around, molesting little kids, eyeing little twelve year old's, or anything of the sort.
So, why, exactly, was he attracted to the sweet, innocent, child-like Lindsay, who was sixteen years old? And it wasn't like any of his other relationships, when he would screw the chick and leave her. In fact, the idea merely made him feel sick to his stomach. So, why did he like this teenager?
He wondered as he sat by the lake, swinging his legs over the water. He growled in frustration, running a hand through his ebony hair. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and, truthfully, it scared the living crap out of the sadistic host.
"Hey, Chip?" an airy, melodious voice sounded from behind him, "Could you, like, help me put on this suntan lotion?"
Chris was about to turn around and snap to her that rubbing that sunscreen on her back could land him a few years in prison, but when he saw her puppy dog pout, and wide, beautiful blue eyes, he just couldn'tsay no. Especially when she was in such a . . . tiny bikini.
With a small sigh, he nodded, "Okay."
"Oh my gosh, Chip, you are like, so nice!" she giggled, jumping up and down, the obvious curves on her chest bouncing with her movement. Chris adverted his gaze and coughed, mentally scolding himself.
Get a hold on yourself, Chip! Er, Chris, he thought to himself as Lindsay hopped down on his lap. Of course, she just had to sit on his lap, and make this much harder.
"Ow, Chris," she said, shifting in his lap, "You're - "
"Okay," Chris hastily interrupted, fighting the blush that threatened to paint his tanned cheeks, "Let's just get this over with, huh?"
He squeezed the lotion in his slightly calloused palm, rubbing his hands together, and then onto her back. He had to fight his urge to just rip off her bikini top, because that is something that pedophiles do. And Chris. Is not. A. Pedophile.
And that grew increasingly hard when he heard a small moan escape her full lips, "Chris, you, could, like, totally be a masseuse!"
"Okay, we are done!" Chris exclaimed, forcing himself not to smile when he saw her face break out into a grateful grin.
"Awww, thanks so much, Chris!" the blonde exclaimed, gently pecking his cheeks before jumping into the lake waters.
Chris stood up, a red tint coloring his cheeks, lightly touching his cheek that was now stained with vanilla lip-gloss.
So, maybe he could see why he, kind of, sort of, liked her. The way her lip jutted out when she would pout, the way her eyes would sparkle when he would do something for her, the way her straw hair would shine in the sunlight.
So, maybe, he admitted to himself, I am a bit of a pedophile.
A/N: so. how'd ya' like it?
i took the cliche sun-tan-lotion thing, i've seen it so many times before, but i had to do it myself.
so. r&r? :)
