Young Summer Love
Disclaimer: I own nothing…
Rating: PG-13, teen stuff
Summary: Young, innocent, summer love. Grillow's when they were young.
"So, what do you want to do now?" Stephanie asked.
"Honestly," Catherine said, "Go and spend time with Gil."
Stephanie groaned, "Come on Cath. I'm only here for two weeks."
"I know… but I miss him."
"So what you'd rather hang out with your loser boyfriend than with your best friend?" Stephanie asked angrily.
"He is not a loser and yes if you're going to play the jealous best friend card," Catherine shifted her weight on her right leg. They stood in the middle of the parking lot outside a mall. Catherine had three bags in her hands while Stephanie had ten on her arm.
"Jealous of what? Your boyfriend? Catherine, he couldn't afford you even if he tried."
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Catherine asked frowning.
"He is has nothing Cath."
"You don't even know him so don't say anything about him. When you're done being a slut, and you fall in love, call me." Catherine stormed off to her car, her face red.
"Catherine," Stephanie yelled after her.
"Fine your own ride," Catherine yelled back.
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Gil scratched his head on his way to answer the door.
"Catherine," he said once he opened.
"You sound surprised to see me," she said stepping in and hugging him.
"I thought you were spending the whole week with what's her face," he said sitting on the couch.
"Stephanie. I was and… friends change." Catherine sat down beside him resting her head on his shoulder.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well let's say, I changed. Shopping and stuff use to be fun. It's just not anymore. Plus I missed you a lot and I think she got a little jealous." Catherine tilted her head up so that she was looking at him.
"You missed me?" Gil asked looking down at her.
"Of course. Talking on the phone isn't the same and doing this." Catherine closed the gap between them and kissed him, parting her lips and running her tongue over his.
"Never the same," Gil replied as she nibbled on his bottom lip. Gil slid his hands behind her neck and pulled her lips closer. Catherine ran her hands through his damp hair that told her he had gotten out of the shower not to long ago. She slid her hands to her rest on his shoulders.
Catherine moved so that she was straddling Gil's hips, their lips still connected and moving. Her hair fell to the side of her face. She pulled some hair behind her left ear.
"I think I want to mark my territory," Catherine said smiling onto his lips. When Catherine was done 'marking her territory' she pushed Gil's head to the side so she could get a view of her mark. "Perfect." She said.
"That one kind of hurt." Gil said rubbing it.
"Mu-ha-ha! My work here is done." Catherine rubbed her hands together like an evil scientist.
"I think I'm scared," Gil said.
Catherine grinned before she climbed off of him. "I'm hungry," she said. She kicked off her shoes and made her way to the kitchen.
"You're not going to cook are you?" Gil asked afraid she'd burn down his only home.
"Maybe," she yelled. Gil rolled his eyes and followed her.
"Stay right there," Gil said as he watched Catherine; her head was stuck in the refrigerator and her but was sticking out the door.
"Stop starring at my ass before I starve to death."
"Well, what do you want?"
"I don't know." She shrugged her shoulders, "Teach me Mr. Grissom."
"I need to know what you want to cook first."
"Grilled cheese sandwich." Catherine smiled.
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"Cheese?"
"Check."
"Bread?"
"Four slices."
"Pan?"
"Yup."
"And Pam?"
"Got it." Catherine held up a can of Pam cooking spray.
"Okay. Turn on the stove and spray that in there," Gil instructed. Catherine followed his command and sprayed the non-stick spray in the frying pan.
"Put one slice of bread in the pan and one slice of cheese… Now put the other slice of bread on. Now you have to press it down to make it thin." Catherine did what he said, concentrated.
"You didn't need me." Gil kissed her temple and flipped the finished sandwich onto a plate. Catherine smiled at her achievement. She did the same thing to the other sandwich.
"See I can cook. So you don't have to worry about me burning this place down." Catherine said as they watched the sandwich fry on one side. Gil stood next to her.
"You still don't turn on this stove unsupervised. You're only at cooking level… point five," Gil replied.
"Don't I get a certificate or something?" she asked looking at him.
"Better. A kiss."
"I don't know, I think I want my certificate."
"Kiss me you crazy girl."
"Sir, yes sir." Catherine small space between them and kissed Gil as she was ordered. They both had forgotten that they were cooking. They both pulled away when they smelled smoke.
"Gil. Look what you did!" Catherine exclaimed.
"You have the spatula. You're the one cooking," Gil turned on the fan above the stove. Catherine put the sandwich on a plate, turned off the stove and put the pan in the sink. She grabbed the plate with the first and un-burned grill cheese sandwich on it.
"Since you insisted that I take the kiss instead of a certificate, and you kiss amazingly, you can have the burnt one." Catherine turned on the heel of her foot went into the living room.
Gil found Catherine sitting on the couch, her plate on her stomach while she flipped the channels. Gil said down beside her and draped his arm over the couch. Catherine stopped on Disney Channel and Hannah Montana was on.
"Disney Channel? No." Gil grabbed the remote and turned the channel to Discovery.
"No Disney, no Discovery," Catherine said.
"Okay." Gil turned the channel to History.
"Gil," Catherine whined, "You're such a boring TV watcher." Catherine grabbed the remote again and stopped on House. She threw the remote on the other side of her, where Gil couldn't reach it.
"So, where are your roommates?" Catherine asked ripping off a piece of her sandwich and stuffing it into her mouth.
"Jim's at work and I think that Jacqui went to visit her parents," he replied.
"Oh. You had the place all to yourself then."
"Yup. But I think I can share my me time with you." Gil ate the rest of his sandwich and put the plate on the coffee table in front of them.
"Aww. Thanks for making me feel special." Catherine took the last bite of her sandwich and put her plate on top of Gil's. She laid her head in his lap while they watched TV.
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"Yes, viewing all of Las Vegas and fully furnished… I'm counting on you to help me make Muggs happy."
"Yes Mr. Braun. Thank you."
Sam hung up his office phone. He knew his daughter didn't want anything big, but he though she'd love this gift.
A/N: I love grilled cheese sandwiches. They're yummy in my tummy. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Please review!