What Makes You Different Ch. 11
Whistling merrily as he walked towards the door, Fox ran his fingers through his hair, making sure he looked presentable. Ever since yesterday, he was counting down the seconds until he picked up Theresa. He enjoyed the short exchange, as rocky as it was, they shared the day before. She was fun to hang around with as long as she wasn't angry at him; but even then, he would put up with it as long as he gets a chance to spend time with her. He was confused about his feelings towards Theresa. He was definitely interested in her as a friend and maybe something more. But who knows? I guess I'll just wait and see what happens; and with that thought, Fox rang the doorbell.
As the door swung opened, Fox was blinded by a flash. "What the hell?" questioned Fox as he tried to rub away the stars he saw.
Giggling, Theresa put the camera away in her backpack and then closed the door behind her. "Sorry," Theresa said as she desperately tried to suppress her laugher.
"So you think that was FUNNY huh?" Fox said with a vengeful smile.
Sensing she was in trouble, she tried to move pass Fox but with no avail with her sprained ankle, desperately hoping he didn't have something up his sleeves. "Fox, you wouldn't take revenge on an injured person now would you?" Theresa tilted her head downward and batted her eyelashes, pretending to be a damsel in distress.
"Don't think batting your beautiful, large eyes at me will get you out of this," said Fox good naturedly as he began tickling Theresa to the floor.
"S-s-s-ttt-ooooop!" said Theresa, unable to contain her laugher.
"Not until you say you're sorry with sincerity." Fox continued to tickle his companion.
"I—I'm s-s-o-r-rrr-y," Theresa was barely able to articulate those words between laughing so hard her stomach began to hurt.
Fox stopped tickling Theresa and tenderly looked down at her beautiful face. Somehow Fox ended up being above Theresa, who was lying down with her back on the ground. She was caught between Fox's arms and legs. They both remained deadly silent as they realized the awkward position they were in and the strong urges they both felt, unaware of their bodies naturally drawing towards one another as if by an invisible force.
Whistling merrily as he walked towards the door, Fox ran his fingers through his hair, making sure he looked presentable. Ever since yesterday, he was counting down the seconds until he picked up Theresa. He enjoyed the short exchange, as rocky as it was, they shared the day before. She was fun to hang around with as long as she wasn't angry at him; but even then, he would put up with it as long as he gets a chance to spend time with her. He was confused about his feelings towards Theresa. He was definitely interested in her as a friend and maybe something more. But who knows? I guess I'll just wait and see what happens; and with that thought, Fox rang the doorbell.
As the door swung opened, Fox was blinded by a flash. "What the hell?" questioned Fox as he tried to rub away the stars he saw.
Giggling, Theresa put the camera away in her backpack and then closed the door behind her. "Sorry," Theresa said as she desperately tried to suppress her laugher.
"So you think that was FUNNY huh?" Fox said with a vengeful smile.
Sensing she was in trouble, she tried to move pass Fox but with no avail with her sprained ankle, desperately hoping he didn't have something up his sleeves. "Fox, you wouldn't take revenge on an injured person now would you?" Theresa tilted her head downward and batted her eyelashes, pretending to be a damsel in distress.
"Don't think batting your beautiful, large eyes at me will get you out of this," said Fox good naturedly as he began tickling Theresa to the floor.
"S-s-s-ttt-ooooop!" said Theresa, unable to contain her laugher.
"Not until you say you're sorry with sincerity." Fox continued to tickle his companion.
"I—I'm s-s-o-r-rrr-y," Theresa was barely able to articulate those words between laughing so hard her stomach began to hurt.
Fox stopped tickling Theresa and tenderly looked down at her beautiful face. Somehow Fox ended up being above Theresa, who was lying down with her back on the ground. She was caught between Fox's arms and legs. They both remained deadly silent as they realized the awkward position they were in and the strong urges they both felt, unaware of their bodies naturally drawing towards one another as if by an invisible force.