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Breakfast, Dishes, and Cuddling Stuff
Chris walked in shortly after Eyeball left, wearing only a towel around his hips. I was sitting on his bed, and couldn't help but stare at him.
"Uhh......Chris, you forgot to get dressed," I pointed out.
"I left my clothes in here," he said blushing.
He turned to go back into the bathroom after grabbing his clothes.
"Wait. I'll just wait outside for you. I feel bad kicking you out of your room," I smiled.
"Are you sure," he asked?
"Yeah. It's not a big deal." I walked over and kissed him quickly. It was only supposed to be a I'll-see-you-in-two-minutes kind of kiss, but that's not how it turned out.
He caught me by the waist and pulled me closer, kissing me deeper this time. His damp body felt cool on my skin and I couldn't help but pressing my body against his. He wrapped his arms around me, dropping his clothes. I ran my hands through his wet hair, loving the way it felt in my hands.
I wanted to keep making out with him, but he pulled away, his face flushed, his lips bruised crimson.
"You better go downstairs," he said somewhat embarrassed. "Or I'm gonna need another shower. A cold one," he laughed.
I didn't understand, until my eyes lowered to his towel. I just laughed and went downstairs. Eyeball was in the living room, watching TV by himself. I was glad that none of the other boys were there.
I tried to be quiet so I wouldn't have to talk to him. I sneaked out, slowly but surely. I sat on the front steps and waited for Chris. He came out shortly after, wearing a clean white shirt and jeans.
"Ready," he asked?
"Yup. Let's go."
We walked to my house quickly, since it wasn't that far from Chris's. I still wasn't a hundred percent sure where everything was yet, but I was getting to know my way around.
"I'm gonna go take shower," I told him. "I'll be right back. Do you wanna go get something to eat after," I asked?
"Sure," he said. I kissed him and went to go take a shower.
I stepped out of the steamy bathroom and into my room, expecting Chris to be there, but he wasn't. Must of gone downstairs I thought. I found a white tank top, and some shorts to put on. I left my hair down, letting it air dry.
I walked down stairs, and into the kitchen. The kitchen floor felt cold under my bare feet. Chris was in the kitchen, and to my surprise he was making breakfast.
"What are you doing," I asked?
"Making breakfast, what's it look like am doing," he asked sarcastically.
"I didn't know you could cook," I said surprised.
"Well I usually don't. Mostly because we never have food to cook."
"Oh. I thought we were gonna go to the diner or something."
"Well I realized I didn't have any money, and plus you have all this food here so we might as well eat it," he explained.
"Okay," I said. I was surprised that I even had food. I never really looked, and last time I did it wasn't there. I knew I didn't put it there. Good, that's one less thing I had to worry about.
"Sit down," he said motioning to a chair.
I took a seat and watched him make breakfast. It was kinda cute the way he just bustled around making toast and scrambling eggs and what not.
"I'm glad at least one of us knows how to cook," I said, as he was putting the eggs on two plates.
"Yeah. I don't mind it. Plus you paid for dinner yesterday so now we're even."
"I don't mind paying," I told him. "I'd rather pay for dinner then cook it."
He simply shrugged and put two plates filled with eggs, bacon, and toast down on the table. He sat across from me and waited for me to take a bite.
"So......,"he asked, waiting for the verdict on the eggs?
"These aren't that bad," I said after I swallowed. "Actually they're really good."
"Good," he smiled. I devoured my food quickly, and was done by the time Chris was just finishing his last of his eggs and toast.
"You're a savage," he said incredulously. "I've never seen anyway eat that fast before in my life. Not even Teddy or Vern."
"I am not a savage. I'm just hungry. And besides I'm a growing girl, I need to eat, so I can grow up to be big and strong," I explained, finishing the last of my orange juice.
He laughed and got up to start clearing the table. I watched, amazed at his domestic skills.
"I'll wash the dishes," I said suddenly. Duh, I thought. I mean he made breakfast and everything, the least I could do was wash the dishes.
"I can do it," he said simply.
"No you can't. Now be a good boyfriend and just sit down," I argued.
"But......,"he started.
"Chris, I refuse to argue with you over who's doing the dishes," I interrupted. "You made breakfast, I'll wash the dishes. Now sit your ass on the chair, smoke a cigarette, and relax," I said firmly, but smiling at the same time.
He smiled and relented, "You're the boss," putting his hands up in a form of surrender.
"And don't you forget it," I said smiling. I turned the radio on that was in the kitchen, and found a song. I started to wash the dishes, shaking my hips to the music.
He lit a cigarette and I could hear him laughing quietly, and I could imagine the smirk on his face, even though I couldn't see it.
"What are you laughing at," I asked, still washing the dishes?
"Nothing. You just look so.....," he searched for the right word. "Cute washing the dishes."
"Oh, well okay then. You can continue laughing at me." And he did. He would laugh, and then stop, and then giggle, and then laugh again.
He got up from his seat and came up behind me, putting his hand on my hips.
"I thought I told you to sit down," I told him, smiling to myself.
"You did," he replied kissing my neck.
"Come on Chris. Let me just finish the dishes."
"Screw the dishes. I'm more important then the dishes......at least I hope I am," he added laughing. I turned around so I could face him.
"I don't know Chris. Dishes are pretty important," I said solemnly.
He shook his head slightly and kissed me full on the lips, his hands traveling from my hips to my waist. "Come on," he said. "Let's go hang out in the living room and watch TV or something," he suggested, a sly smirk on his face.
"What's the 'or something' consist of," I asked smiling?
He laughed. "Come on," he insisted, taking my hand and leading me into the living room.
"Aww, the poor dishes. Who's gonna wash them? They'll be all lonely, and neglected."
"They'll forgive you," he laughed, dragging me into the living room and leaving the dishes to fend for themselves.
"I'll be back for you," I called to the dishes.
"You're weird," he stated.
"So are you," I informed him.
He shrugged and sat down on the couch, pulling me on top of him and I tried to get up. "Where do you think you're going," he asked right before he started tickling me on my sides. I immediately squealed with laughter.
"Stop," I yelled laughing and squirming, trying to get away, but he was stronger and had locked his arms around my waist.
"Nope," he said simply, tickling my ribs like there was no tomorrow. Oddly enough, I felt like tickle me Elmo. You know, that god-awful Elmo doll that shakes and vibrates, and laughs like a hyena when you push its hand?
"Please," I cried, trying to gasp for breath. "Come on, I can't breathe," I begged laughing.
"Fine," he relented, letting me go.
I jumped up from the couch, and sat at the other end, as far away from him as possible, trying to catch my breath.
He started to move closer but I said, "Don't even think about it Chambers."
"Come on. Truce. I promise I won't tickle you."
"Promise," I asked?
"Pinky swear," he said seriously, and he kissed his pinky finger, and made an X over his chest.
"Okay," I said cautiously, allowing him to move closer to me. He pulled me closer, so he was leaning against the arm of the couch, and I was resting my head on his chest.
My breathing returned to normal and I relaxed. Chris's hands were entwined with mine, resting on my stomach, rubbing my thumb with his absent- mindedly. I sighed softly and closed my eyes. We stayed like that the rest of the afternoon, dozing on and off, talking occasionally.
Breakfast, Dishes, and Cuddling Stuff
Chris walked in shortly after Eyeball left, wearing only a towel around his hips. I was sitting on his bed, and couldn't help but stare at him.
"Uhh......Chris, you forgot to get dressed," I pointed out.
"I left my clothes in here," he said blushing.
He turned to go back into the bathroom after grabbing his clothes.
"Wait. I'll just wait outside for you. I feel bad kicking you out of your room," I smiled.
"Are you sure," he asked?
"Yeah. It's not a big deal." I walked over and kissed him quickly. It was only supposed to be a I'll-see-you-in-two-minutes kind of kiss, but that's not how it turned out.
He caught me by the waist and pulled me closer, kissing me deeper this time. His damp body felt cool on my skin and I couldn't help but pressing my body against his. He wrapped his arms around me, dropping his clothes. I ran my hands through his wet hair, loving the way it felt in my hands.
I wanted to keep making out with him, but he pulled away, his face flushed, his lips bruised crimson.
"You better go downstairs," he said somewhat embarrassed. "Or I'm gonna need another shower. A cold one," he laughed.
I didn't understand, until my eyes lowered to his towel. I just laughed and went downstairs. Eyeball was in the living room, watching TV by himself. I was glad that none of the other boys were there.
I tried to be quiet so I wouldn't have to talk to him. I sneaked out, slowly but surely. I sat on the front steps and waited for Chris. He came out shortly after, wearing a clean white shirt and jeans.
"Ready," he asked?
"Yup. Let's go."
We walked to my house quickly, since it wasn't that far from Chris's. I still wasn't a hundred percent sure where everything was yet, but I was getting to know my way around.
"I'm gonna go take shower," I told him. "I'll be right back. Do you wanna go get something to eat after," I asked?
"Sure," he said. I kissed him and went to go take a shower.
I stepped out of the steamy bathroom and into my room, expecting Chris to be there, but he wasn't. Must of gone downstairs I thought. I found a white tank top, and some shorts to put on. I left my hair down, letting it air dry.
I walked down stairs, and into the kitchen. The kitchen floor felt cold under my bare feet. Chris was in the kitchen, and to my surprise he was making breakfast.
"What are you doing," I asked?
"Making breakfast, what's it look like am doing," he asked sarcastically.
"I didn't know you could cook," I said surprised.
"Well I usually don't. Mostly because we never have food to cook."
"Oh. I thought we were gonna go to the diner or something."
"Well I realized I didn't have any money, and plus you have all this food here so we might as well eat it," he explained.
"Okay," I said. I was surprised that I even had food. I never really looked, and last time I did it wasn't there. I knew I didn't put it there. Good, that's one less thing I had to worry about.
"Sit down," he said motioning to a chair.
I took a seat and watched him make breakfast. It was kinda cute the way he just bustled around making toast and scrambling eggs and what not.
"I'm glad at least one of us knows how to cook," I said, as he was putting the eggs on two plates.
"Yeah. I don't mind it. Plus you paid for dinner yesterday so now we're even."
"I don't mind paying," I told him. "I'd rather pay for dinner then cook it."
He simply shrugged and put two plates filled with eggs, bacon, and toast down on the table. He sat across from me and waited for me to take a bite.
"So......,"he asked, waiting for the verdict on the eggs?
"These aren't that bad," I said after I swallowed. "Actually they're really good."
"Good," he smiled. I devoured my food quickly, and was done by the time Chris was just finishing his last of his eggs and toast.
"You're a savage," he said incredulously. "I've never seen anyway eat that fast before in my life. Not even Teddy or Vern."
"I am not a savage. I'm just hungry. And besides I'm a growing girl, I need to eat, so I can grow up to be big and strong," I explained, finishing the last of my orange juice.
He laughed and got up to start clearing the table. I watched, amazed at his domestic skills.
"I'll wash the dishes," I said suddenly. Duh, I thought. I mean he made breakfast and everything, the least I could do was wash the dishes.
"I can do it," he said simply.
"No you can't. Now be a good boyfriend and just sit down," I argued.
"But......,"he started.
"Chris, I refuse to argue with you over who's doing the dishes," I interrupted. "You made breakfast, I'll wash the dishes. Now sit your ass on the chair, smoke a cigarette, and relax," I said firmly, but smiling at the same time.
He smiled and relented, "You're the boss," putting his hands up in a form of surrender.
"And don't you forget it," I said smiling. I turned the radio on that was in the kitchen, and found a song. I started to wash the dishes, shaking my hips to the music.
He lit a cigarette and I could hear him laughing quietly, and I could imagine the smirk on his face, even though I couldn't see it.
"What are you laughing at," I asked, still washing the dishes?
"Nothing. You just look so.....," he searched for the right word. "Cute washing the dishes."
"Oh, well okay then. You can continue laughing at me." And he did. He would laugh, and then stop, and then giggle, and then laugh again.
He got up from his seat and came up behind me, putting his hand on my hips.
"I thought I told you to sit down," I told him, smiling to myself.
"You did," he replied kissing my neck.
"Come on Chris. Let me just finish the dishes."
"Screw the dishes. I'm more important then the dishes......at least I hope I am," he added laughing. I turned around so I could face him.
"I don't know Chris. Dishes are pretty important," I said solemnly.
He shook his head slightly and kissed me full on the lips, his hands traveling from my hips to my waist. "Come on," he said. "Let's go hang out in the living room and watch TV or something," he suggested, a sly smirk on his face.
"What's the 'or something' consist of," I asked smiling?
He laughed. "Come on," he insisted, taking my hand and leading me into the living room.
"Aww, the poor dishes. Who's gonna wash them? They'll be all lonely, and neglected."
"They'll forgive you," he laughed, dragging me into the living room and leaving the dishes to fend for themselves.
"I'll be back for you," I called to the dishes.
"You're weird," he stated.
"So are you," I informed him.
He shrugged and sat down on the couch, pulling me on top of him and I tried to get up. "Where do you think you're going," he asked right before he started tickling me on my sides. I immediately squealed with laughter.
"Stop," I yelled laughing and squirming, trying to get away, but he was stronger and had locked his arms around my waist.
"Nope," he said simply, tickling my ribs like there was no tomorrow. Oddly enough, I felt like tickle me Elmo. You know, that god-awful Elmo doll that shakes and vibrates, and laughs like a hyena when you push its hand?
"Please," I cried, trying to gasp for breath. "Come on, I can't breathe," I begged laughing.
"Fine," he relented, letting me go.
I jumped up from the couch, and sat at the other end, as far away from him as possible, trying to catch my breath.
He started to move closer but I said, "Don't even think about it Chambers."
"Come on. Truce. I promise I won't tickle you."
"Promise," I asked?
"Pinky swear," he said seriously, and he kissed his pinky finger, and made an X over his chest.
"Okay," I said cautiously, allowing him to move closer to me. He pulled me closer, so he was leaning against the arm of the couch, and I was resting my head on his chest.
My breathing returned to normal and I relaxed. Chris's hands were entwined with mine, resting on my stomach, rubbing my thumb with his absent- mindedly. I sighed softly and closed my eyes. We stayed like that the rest of the afternoon, dozing on and off, talking occasionally.