Still thinking about writing chap2 for Sing Me A Song (the title of the first one, forgot to put that in, sorry.)
I might post SMAS tomorrow or on Saturday, I promise!
So, I hope you'll enjoy this one.
"Wow, you're such a dork," Zach says as he watches me bop my head around like a maniac.
"Have you ever heard the song Hot Mess?" I wonder as I pull one of the earphones out of my ear.
"Um, no."
"By Cobra Starship?"
"Again, no." He's looking at me like I'm crazy.
"Well, maybe if you heard it, you'd understand why I feel like dancing around. That song is amazing! You're a hot mess and I'm falling for you, and I'm like HOT DAMN, let me make you my boo, cuz you can shake it shake it shake it, yeah you know what to do, you're a hot mess, I'm loving it, HELL YES!"
"Wow, you're such a dork," Zach repeats as he laughs at me from his spot on my wheely chair thingy at my desk.
We're supposed to be working on homework in my room, but that's kind of hard to do when you have a very distracting, hot teenage boy sitting in your room across from you.
"You're just jealous that you're not as fun as me," I point out as I turn off my iPod and set it aside. The song is over. I feel like crying. Haha, not really.
"You're right—I'm not as fun as you," he says as he hops up from the chair and starts walking towards my spot on the carpet (I'm leaning against the wall). "I'm more fun."
He kneels down before me and places his arms on either side of my head.
I freeze up instinctively. I'm still not used to all this touchy-feely-kissy stuff with Zach. I mean, sure, we occasionally held hands when I was being blackmailed, but never stuff like this!
Well, at least not all the time.
Zach brushes his lips against mine and moves to plant light kisses on my ear. He says, "Would you just relax and actually get into it?"
I have to smile at that. Oh, Zach.
I slip my hands around his neck and turn my head to capture his mouth with mine, making warmth shoot through my lips and fill my entire my body.
His hands trail down my sides, leaving goosebumps behind, and hold my waist a little too low to be chaste. Zach tugs me forward so my front is pressed against his and I'm pretty much sitting in his lap.
UGHHH! Why hadn't I ever admitted I loved him earlier?
Loved him? Do I really love him?
He nips at my lower lip. Mmm. Yep, I love him.
"Wow, you're lucky it was me to interrupt and not Mom or Dad," Grant says from the doorway.
Zach and I break apart with a start, but one of his arms remains around my waist as he hauls me into a standing position.
"God, it is so weird to see my best friend and my twin sister touching each other like that," Grant laughs.
"Not to be rude, old man," I say, "but why are you here?"
"I live here, little sis."
"She meant, why are you in her room, idiot," Zach says as he rolls his eyes.
Grant laughs again. "Mom says dinner's ready. Zach, you staying?"
"Yeah, why not?"
We head downstairs to eat, Zach sitting beside me and rubbing circles on my thigh with his hand. I don't think he's stopped touching me once when he's not around.
Not that I'm complaining. I'm actually liking it. Very much so. Very much.
"Jeez," Bex says from my other side. "Would you two quit groping each other under the table? I'm trying to eat, here!"
My face burns. "We're not groping each other!" My parents just try not to laugh.
Well, mostly my mom. My dad looks like he's trying to not to glare. Oh, wait, there he goes. Ouch. Intense glare there, Daddy.
Zach's hand moves from my upper leg to my behind. I smack his hand. "Dude!" I exclaim.
He laughs and turns away to eat his food. I think I might've said this before, but…JERK!
"Yeah, not groping each other at all," Bex says sarcastically.
"Really?" Grant wonders. "At the table?"
"It was all him!" I accuse as I point to my boyfriend beside me.
Huh. My boyfriend. Zach. That is fun to say.
"I'm innocent until proven guilty," Zach declares.
"I could take my pants in to the police or whoever and they would find your fingerprints on them!" I cry.
"Okay, guilty as charged." Zach smirk at me. One of those roguish smirks that make girls go weak-kneed. Man, why does he have to be so damn good-looking? Why couldn't I have fallen in love with some ugly nerd or something?
Pfft, who am I kidding? That would never happen. Not when I've got this retard—hot retard—here.
Dinner's over and Zach snatches my hand to bring me out to his car.
He says something along the lines of "we're going to find something to do", but I cut him off with a kiss and get that familiar stomach-flipping, electric-buzzing, warmth-spreading feeling that reminds me of why I don't love an ugly nerd.
Because, somehow, for some deranged reason, I'm in love with this idiotic hot mess sitting beside me. And I'm okay with it.
Hope that was fluffy enough. The name of this one-shot is Hot Mess, and by the way, THIS IS AN ONE-SHOT.
R&R!
