Hey, guys! Okay, first of all, I'm soooooooo sorry for the (extremely) late update, but I've been on holiday non-stop. First, I went to Corsica for two weeks (and I didn't even tan. It's a curse.) Then, I went camping with my dad for a week, then straight after that I went camping with my best friend and her parents, and then I went to a theater-themed holiday camp (Yuck) for two weeks. So yeah, not much time to post. But, to apologise, I present to you a double update! Okay, not that impressive, but still, it's something. I'm writing this on my Kindle fire HD (my pride and joy) on the train back from camp.
So, without further ado, I present to you, Nana was a ninja!
*insert applause here*
It was just a boring Saturday evening. My parents were out on their 20th anniversary and I was all alone, sitting on the couch watching re-runs of Friends. Sure, it was funny, but I'd seen this episode so many times that I was practically mouthing the entire conversation. My phone buzzed and I tore my eyes away from the television to retrieve it from the coffee table. Being the lazy person I was, I tried to reach it by stretching my arm as far as possible, but instead I lost my balance and crashed to the ground. Note to self : next time, just leave the phone.
I got up and picked my mobile off of the table and unlocked it to be greeted by my screen saver : a photo that Milton had taken of me and my best friend, Jack Brewer. In the photo he had his arm around me and we both had vanilla ice-cream on our noses and pretty much every other part of our face. I still remembered that day as clearly as i remembered what I had for breakfast. Shit. What did i have for breakfast? Anyway, moving on; it was the same day we'd finally gotten Milton and Julie together and everyone had gone to the ice-cream parlour for a celebratory feast. Jack and I had both gotten into a brain freeze battle, to see who could last the longest without getting a brain freeze (duh). In the end, Jack won and I, being the gracious loser I was, smeared ice-cream all over his face. He kindly returned the gesture and soon we were covered from forehead to chin in vanilla ice-cream. I smiled at the memory and checked my messages.
1 New message :
Hey Kimmy, whacha doin? Jack x
I smiled and quickly replied back
Nothin, just chillin at home w/out the wardens =p
I pressed send and waited not-so-patiently for his reply. Fortunately, i didn't have to wait long, seeing as Jack texted maybe even faster than me. My heart warmed at his reply.
Be there in 5. Have snacks ready. And Nana was a ninja. X
I laughed silently. Every time he came over, we would watch a Bobby Wasabi film. And, like always, he got first choice and I chose the food. I walked into the kitchen and opened my last packet of caramel popcorn, pouring the contents into a large bowl. I went back into the living room and tried my best to make it look presentable - not that i needed to, Jack was even messier than me - before finding the film.
True to his word, five minutes later, i heard the front door open, and Jack waltzed into the lounge, and flopped down onto the sofa.
"Jackson Brewer," I said in mock irritation. "Will there ever come a day where you actually knock, and wait to be invited in? Or should i stop deluding myself?" He smirked. "I think you already know the answer to that question." I sighed. " Unfortunately, yes."
I stepped over his legs, which were resting on the coffee table, and switched on the DVD player, inserting the film. I dimmed the lights to create a cinema-like effect, and sat down next to Jack, popcorn in hand.
The opening credits came on, and we assumed our usual positions; Jack's arm around my shoulders and my head resting on his chest - a very muscular chest, might I add. The steady beating if his heart lulled me into a comfortable silence, and we stared at the screen as the film started.
Ten minutes into the movie, I felt a piece of popcorn hit my shoulder. I ignored it, and turned my attention back to the television. Another piece hit me. And another. By the fifth piece of popcorn, I sat up and grabbed a handful of the tasty snack, and shoved it down the front of his green V-neck. He raised a brow.
"That wasn't very nice, Kimmy." I felt my cheeks flush. He knew I hated that nickname - although not so much when he said it, but I couldn't let him know that. Add that to the smouldering chocolate eyes that were currently staring at me with an intensity that I had become accustomed to in the long time that I had known him, and you get a bright red-faced Kim.
He smirked, as if he knew that he had already won the mental battle, and my breath caught when he leaned in, his mouth a hair's breath from mine, his smell - sweat from his afternoon workout, and his favourite cologne - intoxicating. And then he opened his mouth.
"You have some popcorn in your hair." Romantic moment : Ruined.
Embarrassed, I quickly turned away and tried to fix the problem.
"Hey, don't worry," He turned my head towards him, and a crooked grin appeared on his handsome face. "It's cute." And didn't that just make me feel all warm and tingly inside. But, being the freak that I was, my reflexive response was to - obviously - smack him around the head. His eyes widened in surprise, but shock soon gave way to humour, and the gleam in his eyes told me all I needed to know. It's on.
I tried to dodge the imminent strike back, but he was too fast. His arms found their way around my waist, and we both toppled to the floor, laughing. Unsurprisingly, this happened quite often.
I was on top of him, straddling his waist, and I took advantage of the situation by grabbing a cuschion from the couch, and whacking him with it. Multiple times. He quickly recovered, though, and he caught the cuschion in mid-air, throwing it accross the room. He rolled us around and several unidentified objects fell to the floor as we each struggled for dominance. At one point he started tickling me, and I called foul play. His response, naturally, was to tickle me even more. Bastard.
After what I assumed was about fifteen minutes, I found myself on my back, Jack hovering above me, both of us panting heavily. I tried to wiggle free, but he dropped, crushing me with his body, caging me in. O was suddenly aware of the position we were in, and I felt every part of him pressed up against me, and yes, I do mean everything. He seemed to come to the same realisation as he lifted his head, staring at me with that same intensity, and it suddenly felt like he was looking into my soul. Flustered and most likely blushing, I sucked in a breath, and he licked his lips. Before I knew it, his mouth softly brushed against mine, so carefully, as if he were waiting for the all-clear, for me to respond. And I did.
I lifted my head to meet his, and he groaned as he finally deepened the kiss, his touch gentle as he held onto my waist, like he was afraid I would try to escape. Ha! Not likely.
His tongue darted out from his mouth, running along the seam of my lips, asking for acces that I happily granted. His tongue met mine, and I think I melted as he explored my mouth, leaving no crevice unexplored, memorizing every little detail. He tasted like caramel popcorn. I wanted more. Our mouths still attached, I tugged at his T-shirt, silently demanding he remove the offensive piece of clothing. He seemed to understand what I meant, and he raised his arms as I tugged his shirt off, our lips only separating for a fraction of a second when I lifted it above his head. I rolled us around so that I was straddling him once again, and I ran my hands along the smooth contours of his abs, feeling every part of his toned chest. He groaned approvingly in response, and he tore his mouth from mine, before re-attaching it to the underside of my jaw, kissing his way down my neck. His teeth grazed the hollow of my throat, and I let out a throaty whimper, overwhelmed by all the sensations that were coursing through my body. His hands were splayed against a strip of bare skin on my stomach, and I was just about to rid myself of my own shirt, when the crunching of gravel tore my from my not-so-christian thoughts. Jack must have heard it as well, because he jumped up abruptly and whisper/shouted "Your parents!" Eyes wide, I threw him his shirt and picked up the fallen ornaments, and finally throwing myself on the couch. Jack followed my lead and threw his arm over my shoulders just as my parents opened the door.
"Oh! Hello, Jack. I didn't know you were coming over! Yet again, we never do. Kimmy never tells us anything these days." My mom shot a scalding look in my direction, and I just shrugged. She tutted. "Well, just make sure you don't stay up too late. Say hi to your mom for me, Jack." He nodded. "Will do."
Once mom and dad were safely out of hearing range, Jack whispered
"So...Nana was a ninja?"
Sooooo? What did you think? Good? Bad? So terribly awful that you want to get a lobotomy to rid yourself of the awful experience? Tell me what you think. But remember, good reviews make me write more :)
Anyway, I'm so excited, I'm going to see Percy Jackson 2 in two days. Or tomorrow. Or today. Or yesterday. It really all depends on when you're reading this.
I need Jellybeans! We don't have them in France. Boooooo! If I give you my address, will you send me some? Pweeaaasseee? *Puppy dog eyes*
-CCC
