Lauren's POV
Wondering. That's what my mind has been doing a lot of since last night. That kiss between Joey and I was, well, amazing. I was scared, really scared, when Joey said he wanted to kiss me. At first, I was grossed out and didn't want it, it took me a minute to put the pieces of this confused puzzle together.
All Joey said was he just wanted one kiss and that was it. At first I was hesitant because of Peter. At the time I just wanted to get it over and done with and have it never happen again. At least that's what I thought I wanted. The second Joey's lips pressed against mine, I nearly lost it. My heart was racing, I felt butterflies in my stomach, I felt weak in the knees. Joey gave me this feeling that Peter hasn't gave me in quite a while. After that one kiss, I couldn't get enough, I wanted more. I still want more.
I can't stop thinking about him. About Joey. I feel extremely guilty because of this. What would Peter think if he knew? He'd hate me. He wouldn't want me any more. I don't want that to happen. Although he's not actually my boyfriend, I feel horrible for what happened. At the same time I don't. Joey gave me this amazing feeling and I felt so alive in those moments we shared last night. I really don't know what to do.
Right now, I'm working in the Laundrette, only the thoughts of what Joey and Peter are getting up to in my absence. Are they having any conflicts whilst I'm not there and they are by their selves? Granted I'm almost off of my shift, but a lot can happen in such a short time.
After finishing my last load of washing and putting it into the drier, Whitney came in, wearing a tiara and a tutu. I stared at her with a look of confusion on my face.
"I'm helping out at the community centre, ain't I, we're playing dress up." Whitney proclaimed, holding up a wand.
I laughed at her and finished monitoring the till.
"I got a quick break, thought I'd come and keep you company, then you can walk me back when your shift is over." She said.
"Worked that one well, didn't you, eh?" I replied, smirking.
"Of course. As always." She laughed. I laughed with her.
"Well," I said, a bit of hesitation in my voice.
I planned on telling Whitney about what happened last night. She was the only person I could tell. I couldn't tell my family, they'd tell my mum, who would probably end up going ballistic. I couldn't tell Lucy either. She likes Joey.
"Well what, Lauren?" She asked, smiling.
Here we go.
"You know how Joey lives with me now, right?" I asked, she nodded. "And you know Peter is here visiting..."
Whitney nodded once more, making a hand gesture to tell me to get to the point.
"Well, last night when Peter was asleep, Joey and I sort of... had a moment." I said, the guilt creeping back.
"What do you mean you had a moment?" She asked, a smirk forming on her lips, her arms folding.
"We kissed." I said, covering my mouth with my hand.
"You what?" She asked, looking confused.
"We kissed." I repeated, more clearly this time.
The look on Whit's face was priceless. Her mouth was wide open and I could tell that if her jaw wasn't dropped, she'd be smiling like an idiot.
"Lauren, you bad girl." She teased, reaching across the counter and pushing my shoulder.
I shook my head, smiling a little, "He wanted to kiss me."
"He did? Ooh, he's really hot, right?" Whitney asked.
"No, Whit, me telling you how hot he is all the time means he's a dog." I said sarcastically.
Yeah, I've told Whitney how attractive Joey is a few times, big deal.
She rolled her eyes and then smiled again, "So, how was it?"
This is when I had to tell her about the difference between kissing Joey and kissing Peter.
"There were sparks." I told her dreamily.
"This is so exciting. He's like two years older than us too. Get in there." Whitney squealed. "What 'bout Peter?"
I snapped back into reality at the sound of Peter's name. She was right. This wasn't fair to him at all. He's here for me and I've assured him he had nothing to worry about countless times, but then this happens. How can I be so horrible and not, well, feel so horrible about being horrible?
"I don't know." I sighed, looking at my best friend. "I really don't."
"Look, Lauren..." Whitney sighed, walking behind the counter to stand in front of me, "If you really liked Peter as much as you say, you wouldn't have feelings for Joey, would you. Maybe Peter's not the one. For all you know, maybe Joey's the one, staying with Peter won't help you find that out."
Whitney was right. She usually is.
I nodded, "You know, you're right, but it isn't that easy."
"Lauren, Peter isn't your boyfriend. If you want to test the waters with Joey, just do it. Peter don't own you. Get flirting with Joey. You don't need to tell Peter, because technically, he shouldn't care because you aren't together."
I thought about it for a moment again, she was right, surprised? No. But even if I did start flirting with Joey, Peter would end up finding out, I'd start feeling guilty.
"Okay, you're right. Maybe I should just give it a try." I said, a little unsure of myself.
"That's my girl." She said. "Come on, your shift is over, my break's over."
Joey's POV
Where is Lauren? She's been gone all day and I haven't even gotten the chance to see her since last night. Did she want to avoid the situation and not talk about it? I knew she felt something too, if she didn't, she wouldn't have kissed me after our first kiss of the evening.
I've done everything in my power to avoid Peter all day. I've been doing a pretty good job if I do say so myself. He's pretty much stayed in Lauren's room all day and I've been down in the living room just about all day, with Ben, waiting for Lauren to return. I really want to talk to her. Maybe she felt like she couldn't be around me any more because of last night but I don't want that. I knew it. I should have kept my mouth shut. Those feelings were better in hiding. If I didn't open my mouth, not only would we not be in this awkward situation, I'd still have my best friend.
I was about to get up from the sofa when Lauren walked into the living room.
"Well, would you look at that," Lauren said, looking at her body and then back at me, "We match today."
I was confused. Lauren wasn't acting weird around me? Okay, I think I can deal with this, it'll be fine.
"We do, don't we? Both wearing red. Just my shirt's got buttons on it and your dress hasn't." I said whilst mentally face palming. What I just said was ridiculous.
She laughed. "Yeah, but there's another difference.
I tilted my head, stretching my arms to rest on the top of the sofa, "Yeah, what's that?"
Lauren walked towards me, walking behind the sofa before leaning down towards my ear. "I'm not wearing anything under this." She whispered huskily.
I stiffened up, taking a gulp as I hooked my finger in the collar of my shirt, no girl could ever get under my skin like this before Lauren. "Did it just get really hot in here?" I asked nervously.
Lauren walked back from behind the sofa to stand in front of me. She moved her hair which was hanging over her shoulder to behind it, revealing her neck. Her beautiful, soft, kissable, delicious looking neck.
"I think so..." She said, biting her lip.
Oh my God. She is trying to kill me.
I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't stop looking at her revealed neck. It was just waiting to be devoured by my mouth. Focus, Joey, focus. When I opened my mouth to talk again I was rudely interrupted.
"Hey babe." Peter said, walking into the living room, "How was work?"
Lauren was still looking at me when Peter spoke and by the look on her face I could tell she was unimpressed.
"Fine." She said, now turning to face him.
"Good," He said, putting his hands around her waist. "Want to go to the cinema?"
"Um, sure." Lauren said, glancing at me then back to him.
"Great, let's go." Peter said, grabbing hold of Lauren's hand.
Lauren gave him a smile, but it was a very hesitant one, I could tell. I watched as they walked out of the living room and rolled my eyes.
"Bye Joe." Lauren purred.
"Bye." I said, sighing.
I was a bit confused. Lauren was actually... flirting with me? At least I think she was flirting. Yeah, she was. I mean, what she did just then, that wasn't something she'd do before. Why the sudden change of character?
Other than being confused, I was feeling pretty annoyed. Since Peter's been here, Lauren and I have hardly had any time together, it's only been one day. I still have two more days of this torture to endure. I want to talk to Lauren and now Peter has gone and ruined it by taking her out to the cinema. He's interfering with everything and I'm sick of it.
. . .
It was now midnight. Lauren and Peter have yet to return from their date. What film lasts six hours? Who am I kidding? They're probably having a great time ding other things. Why am I even waiting up for them? It's so pointless.
I'm such an idiot, I really am. I haven't even changed out of my clothes yet because I've been sitting in the kitchen since nine waiting for them to come home. I really wanted to talk to Lauren, not about anything in particular, just to be in her company. Maybe I wanted something about what happened last night to come up, too. Now I'm feeling like it's not worth waiting up any more.
I sighed and put my face into my hands, rubbing my palms roughly over my eyes, this is becoming so stressful. First, I have to worry about our mothers finding out what happened because of that one very clear rule. Second, Peter is in the way all of the damn time. Third, I don't even know how Lauren feels. I'm pretty positive she felt something towards me last night, but for all I know, it could have been the heat of the moment.
I was about to go upstairs to my room and call it a night when I heard the front door shut. I heard voices. Lauren's and Peter's voices. They were kind of muffled, but everyone else was in bed, it had to be them. I didn't want to make it obvious that I was waiting up for them, so I grabbed the jar of nutella and a spoon. Midnight snack shall be my excuse.
"Yeah, go take a shower, I'll be up in a minute. I have to check my washing." I heard Lauren say as her voice travelled closer to the kitchen.
I watched as Lauren's shadow came to appearance in the low lit hallway outside of the kitchen and soon enough she approached the entrance to the kitchen.
"Joey," She said, sounding surprised. "What're you doing up?"
I lifted the jar of chocolate spread, "Midnight snack. Couldn't sleep."
Lauren walked fully into the kitchen and was now standing across the breakfast bar.
"Are you sure you even tried to go to sleep?" She asked softly, eyeing me up and down, "You're still in your clothes."
I looked down and now wished I had undressed.
"Well, no, but I'm not tired." I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Plus, a man has to eat."
She laughed, now walking to stand next to me, "Sure, a man has to eat, but not chocolate spread at this time."
She took the jar away from me and pulled the spoon from my mouth.
"Hey!" I said, reaching over to grab it back from her, but she took a step back. "Why can't I have it? I'm hungry."
She took the spoon and stuck it in, taking a spoonful and licking it slowly. I swallowed hard as I watched her tongue work. Was she trying to kill me or was she unaware what she was doing was so sexy?
"I'm joking." She finally said, putting the licked clean spoon down on the counter along with the jar. "I just wanted a taste."
"Okay." I managed to say, even though I had suddenly got really hot again.
Damn, Lauren looked so good. Her hair was down, she was still in that plaid shirt and she was in some very revealing shorts. How was I supposed to focus on anything else when we were here, in the kitchen, alone?
"How was your night?" She asked.
"Fine." I said, shrugging my shoulders, "Hung out with Luce. Turns out she isn't as bad as I thought."
That was a lie. I hadn't been near her. Tyler said if I really want to know if Lauren likes me, she'll show signs of jealousy.
"What?" She squeaked out, surprising herself and me, "I mean, why hang out with her? I thought you weren't interested."
Ooh, am I sensing jealousy? She was quick to ask why instead of how it went.
I shrugged, "I don't know. I think it's time I settle down and find a girlfriend again. Since you're with Peter, I might as well, right?"
Lauren looked absolutely appalled and she couldn't speak. Her mouth was moving but I didn't hear a word.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing. You're right." She said, backing up, "I'm going to go upstairs."
"Don't you have to check your washing? That's what you told Peter." I said, raising my eyebrows.
Again, her mouth dropped open, nothing came out.
Finally, she nodded her head, "Yeah, you're right, I forgot."
I watched as she walked to the laundry room which was just outside the kitchen. It was only small but it did the job. I could tell she was jealous, which means one thing, she must have some feelings for me.
Now that Lauren and I were downstairs alone, I figured now would be a good time to try and make a move on her. Tyler said if I try that and she responds again like she did last night instead of pushing me away and slapping me in the face, she really does feel something. Why not give it a shot at such a good opportunity?
I got up from my seat and crept into the laundry room quietly without Lauren noticing. I closed the door slowly, Lauren still unaware of my presence. I walked up behind her and caged her against the drier with my arms.
She jumped before she turned her head to see that it was me. She put her hand on her heart and sighed, "Joey, you scared me."
I didn't say anything, instead, I moved the front of my body into her and now her back was pressed against my chest.
"Joey, what are you?" She gasped.
"Lo..." I whispered against her ear and I felt her shiver against me, "I haven't stopped thinking about you all day. I lied about Lucy. I wanted to see how you would take it. I'm sorry."
I moved my hands from the drier out in front of her and to her waist. I gave it a small squeeze. She soon began breathing heavily, tilting her head back into my chest, I moved my lips that were close to her ear, down to her neck and began placing slow, sensual kisses along it whilst moving my hands up her sides slowly.
"Joey..." She breathed out, backing up into me more, her ass now pressed against my cock, that went from being partially hard to completely hard.
I groaned against her neck as she ground her ass against me, making me want her more than I had not five seconds ago. I moved my hands back down to her waist and then went lower, running my hands up and down her thighs, the reaction I got from her turned me on even more. She grabbed one of my hands and brought it to her front, guiding it further and further down until it was finally on top of her vagina, over her shorts. She moved my hand up and down while I kept kissing her neck. I don't know why, I found is so, so sexy that she was the one guiding my hand to where she wanted it to be.
"Oh, Joey..." She moaned out softly, getting a better grip on my hand and making me rub her even faster.
"Lo..." I choked out as she ground even harder against my cock. I pulled my lips away from her neck and moved back up to her ear, breathing heavily, "I want you, baby."
She bit her lip, still moving her ass against me as well as controlling my hand, "We probably have twenty minutes or so before Peter gets out of the shower, we need to make this quick."
I just about lost it.
"You want me too?" I practically groaned as I felt my cock throbbing.
She nodded frantically. "Take me. Right here, right now."
A/N - Thank you for all of the reviews again. I hope you've all had a brilliant day. Did you enjoy this chapter? Are you looking forward to the next one which will be posted some time tomorrow? Leave your thoughts in a review! :)
