"Get the laundry!" My mother yelled. I sighed in annoyance as I pushed the computer chair out from under me and trudged to the laundry room five feet away.
"Why can't you do it?" I mumbled, glad she didn't hear it. The heat from the dryer blasted out at me as I opened the door. I folded the pink towels that belonged to my sister, her shirts, and all her personal items… I slammed the little door shut and sat back down at my laptop. I was typing when I got a text message. My eyes widened as I looked up at the kitchen window of my third-story apartment.
"No way," I whispered. My mom didn't even look up at me, intensely playing her computer game. I casually walked into the kitchen and closed the blinds so the outside was seemingly inexistent. I opened the sliding screen door and stepped out, shutting it behind me. I pressed my lips into a hard line and crossed my arms over my chest, "Explain yourself."
Eli looked at me with a smug smirk, "I wanted to see you."
"Then stalk my Facebook!" I quietly yelled at him, "My mom could walk over here and see you at any second! Do you want me to-"
"Carson?" My mom called from the dining room. Please be leaving, I thought to myself. "I'm leaving."
I looked up at the rooftop of my balcony and thanked God.
"Stay here and shut up!" I slammed the screen door and ran to lock the door after my mom left. I looked back and there was Eli, sipping on a soda, lying lopsidedly in my big comfy chair, "I can't keep sneaking you up here! Sooner or later someone's going to find me out."
"I'm sorry," He put the soda down and pulled me into his lap, kissing my forehead. His soft lips…
In the words of Kesha, his love is my drug.
It started to feel really warm in my living room, "It's so hot in here."
"Sorry, should I leave?" He smirked.
"You are so into you." I hit his arm and turned up the AC, "It's August, I meant. It's really hot outside."
I sat back down with him and he started to play with my hair. I picked up his soda and took a big 'sip,' setting it back down and lying down heavily on his chest. I purposely pressed down using my neck. I waited for him to yelp or something. There it was!
"What are you doing that for?" He squirmed, trying to adjust to the pressure.
"Revenge for almost getting me grounded." I decided I was done being mean and I moved so I could nuzzle his neck. He started to laugh.
"Stop, I'm ticklish." He gently pushed me off, but not in a mean way. I jammed my fingers into his collar and tickled him, then moving to his rib cage. Laughing uncontrollably, he stood up and, of course this would happen TO ME, the soda next to the chair spilled.
I ran to get cleaner and chucked the paper towels at Eli. He ripped a bunch of f the role and started to scrub the potential stain. I sighed and sprayed the spot. He ran to get the trash bin to throw it all away when the lock on my door started to jiggle. My eyes widened, "My brother's home!"
"See you later! I'm so sorry about the spill." He kissed the top of my head and my hand and ran out onto the balcony and slipped down the fire escape.
My brother walked into the apartment, used the bathroom, and then left again yelling, "Come lock the door. And I'm telling mom about you drinking soda in the living room. You are so grounded."
One way or another, I was grounded because of my boyfriend.