How do I describe this chapter? Ah yes: Boo. Tay.
And adorable dancings! YouTube Nicest Things by Kate Nash.
Actually, just YouTube Kate Nash, she's fantastic and SHE WENT TO THE SENIOR SCHOOL TEN MINUTES AWAY FROM WHERE I LIVE! :D
Chapter 9 - Naïve
Alena lead him to her room.
"So, what do you want to do for an hour?" she asked as Kyle set down his bags and took off his gloves and coat.
He slowly looked up at her.
"Why have you changed?" he asked.
"I had a shower." was her non-chalent answer. "And I got sauce on my jumper."
"Is that make-up?" Kyle leaned closer to her, peering at her eyes.
"Can I not try to make an effort for you?" Alena countered dangerously.
"I suppose so..." Kyle replied.
Alena huffed.
"Hey," Kyle took her hand, sitting next to her on the bed, "You look really pretty."
Alena's lips gently brushed his cheek.
"You know we were here on Tuesday and we were-"
"Yes?" replied Kyle, suddenly realising how red Alena was going.
"Well, we were very rudely interrupted, weren't we?"
"Indeed, we were."
"How about we continue from where we left off?" Alena whispered in Kyle's ear.
Alena had barely enough time to think before Kyle whipped her jumper over her head and unceremoniously dumped on the floor.
She allowed him to pin her to the bed and force her hands above her head.
"I take back what I said earlier." Alena whispered as Kyle straddled her and removed his shirt.
"What's that?" Kyle leaned forwards and gave Alena a lengthy kiss.
"You can dominate me whenever you want." Alena arched her back as she felt his hands brushed her stomach.
Kyle hooked his fingers under her bra strap and kissed down her chest and into her cleavage.
Releasing a deep moan, Alena threw Kyle's hat across the room and dug her hand into his mass of red curls.
"What happens when I do this?" Alena ran her nails along Kyle's scalp.
"Ahhh..." Kyle's eyes rolled back as he let out a low moan. "Leee...naaa..."
She giggled.
"Oh my Lord, you turn into a kitty cat!"
"Don't tease me," Kyle gasped.
Alena laughed harder,
"Aww, you are so adorable!"
Kyle rolled off Alena and pulled her against his chest. He noticed she was shivering.
"You cold?" he nibbled her ear gently.
"I don't want to get dressed." she whispered.
"Well, I'm gonna put my shirt on now." Kyle stroked Alena's hair. "It's snowing outside."
"It never snowed when I was in Essex." Alena sighed. "When I was in England."
"You miss it?" Kyle kissed Alena's cheek.
"A little." Alena turned her head to peck Kyle's mouth "I miss having so many friends, but I do enjoy having you. I really like you, Kyle..."
"I really like you too, Magda." Kyle replied.
"Magda..." Alena repeated, "I like that."
"Mags." Kyle chuckled.
"Oh God, no!" cried Alena, looking horrified, "I went to school with a Mags, she died in a car accident!"
"Oh, shit, maybe not." replied Kyle.
"Shall we get dressed, love?" Alena turned around, "as much as I'm enjoying the view, I'm really cold."
Kyle climbed off the bed and grabbed his grey tee off the floor, pulling it over his head.
Alena also pulled her jumper on. The neckline hung off her pale shoulder, exposing the lacy strap of her maroon bra.
Kyle walked over to her and pulled up the neck of the jumper.
"I want to be the only boy to see your bra." his hand brushed her neck.
"How you choose an appropriate top for me?" Alena smiled.
"Right now," Kyle's thumb stroked Alena's cheekbone, "I don't want you wearing any shirt at all."
Alena turned scarlet and looked down.
"Cheeky." she chuckled.
"Hey," Kyle tipped her chin up, "I love how you're really girly today, tomboyish Alena and girly Magda."
"Who do you prefer?" asked Alena wrapped her arms around Kyle's neck.
"Magda, but Alena's the girl I fell for. I've always liked you, I was just too scared to say anything. I thought you would tease me."
"I've always liked you too..." Alena smiled. "Always, but I didn't know what to say."
"What would you say?" Kyle tucked his hands into the back pockets of her jeans.
"I would have sung a song to you." She blushed.
"I wanna hear it." Kyle smiled
Alena lead Kyle into the living room and turned on the T.V.
"Look for Made Of Bricks by Kate Nash." Alena nodded to a pile of CD cases.
Once Kyle found the CD case, Alena put the CD in the DVD player and put on song 12.
She walked towards Kyle as the guitar and strings opening played.
"All I know is that you're so nice; you're the nicest thing I've seen." sang Kate Nash.
Kyle held out his hand to Alena and pulled her against him. Slowly, carefully, he danced her around the large living room.
They were so engrossed in their dancing, that they didn't realize that the front door was slightly ajar and that the music was so loud that anyone walking past the house could hear the music.
They didn't realise that Stan was standing in the kitchen doorway, watching them dance with a serious expression on his face.
As the song ended, the couple stopped dancing and Kyle pushed Alena's hair out of her eyes.
Stan choose that moment to clear his throat.
The couple jumped and turned to face Stan.
"Stan... I..." began Kyle, but Alena interrupted.
"Stan! How on earth did you get in?!"
"The front door was open." replied Stan, "But you two dancing?!"
"We were talking and I mentioned how I went to a huge Jewish wedding over the summer." lied
Kyle, "Alena wanted to know how to dance so I've been badly showing her how to."
"Well," Stan blinked, "it's an improvement from you two fighting all the time. And that's a nice song. It's Kate Nash, isn't it?"
"Craig, Red, Kyle and I are doing 'Shit Song' for our music performance." Alena smiled.
"Bebe, Duncan, Wendy and I are doing 'Naïve' by The Kooks." sighed Stan, "I can't believe Mr Spencer wants us to do English pop, causes for everyone to to crappy English accents."
"Luckily, we've got Alena in our group to sing." Kyle wrapped an arm around Alena's shoulder, "It was either her or Craig, and Craig can't to an English accent to save his life."
"He turns Indian." sighed Alena. "Then again, when I speak German, I sound vaguely Indian."
"When you speak German, you sound like an Indian Mr Spencer." corrected Kyle. "You go camp as well as Indian."
"An Indian Mr Spencer..." Alena shuddered, "Christ, what an image!"
The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it." Alena grinned before walking off.
As soon as she had disappeared, Stan rounded on his friend.
"The fuck, man?!" he hissed, "Dancing with Alena Courtney?!"
"She's softening!" replied Kyle, "She's been really normal to me today, no insults, no nothing!"
"You need to show her your feelings, tell her straight out if you have to!" said Stan. "The sexual tension between you is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Half the GRADE wants you two to fucking kiss already!"
Naïve - The Kooks
I love Naïve by The Kooks.
One of the bands at college did this and the "You go a bit Indian" comment came from one of the drummers turning to the guitarist who was singing backing and going "Uh, you want some curry with that accent?". Purely because good old Oli was singing in an (unintentional) Indian accent.
See you in the next chapter!
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~Allie x
