This is where I'm stuck. Ahahaha, mock me in reviews please! I don't know what to do really, it reminds be too obviously about a chick-flick.
Bernie dropped the curtain with a loud whimper. She dragged a hand slowly through her frizzy hair and had a look of utmost horror on her face. Why, just why were Cole Filler's car parked outside her house? And why was he getting out of it and strolling up to her door? With his tight jeans on, and a band t-shirt that scared her. His hair was gelled back and he had some shades on in the bright sun.
A shrill note rang through the house, and Bernie almost shrieked in fright but settled on clutching a teddy bear close to her chest. There was no indication that her parents were going to answer the door. Bernie slapped herself when she remembered that they were indeed not home at the moment. She bit her lip and peeked meekly through her window again, and leaped back immediately with a scream.
Outside her window stood a smiling Filler, dark blond hair shining in the sun and white teeth showing. He was really attractive. And he was still in high school. "I'm guessing you're Bernadette." he purred while pushing his dark shades down to show his blue eyes, which were twinkling in an intimidating fashion. "Bernie." she spat without thinking. He shook his head, "No, that makes you sound like a guy. And you," he said, and let his eyes roam over her form "are definitely not a guy." he finished with a smirk. Bernie blushed down to her collarbone. Which caused his smirk to widen. "I'm coming in to join you." he announced and disappeared from her view. "What? NO!" Bernie said loudly, scrambling to find her robe or something. Her room was a mess, ever since Carmel decided to go through her wardrobe last night. The padding sound of feet reached her ears and she made a sound that resembled a "Eek," before flinging a blanket around her, back to the door.
He opened the door and raised an eyebrow at the mess then he raised another at the sight of her. "Really?" he said into the air. Bernie blushed even more and scowled at him. He just flashed a charming smile and briskly stepped over one of the many small piles of clothing on the floor. "And there's my nun." he said sarcastically, eyeing the blue blanket that covered everything except her face and her hands, which were gripping said blanket tightly. "Rather nun than slut." Bernie said under her breath.
This time the sunglasses came off of his face and was tucked away in his jeans pocket. "Well, even nuns have sex appeal." he purred, and his vibrant eyes seemed to mentally sweep off the blanket. Bernie gasped in horror and blushed beet red. Why did she sleep in her tiny sling? "The blanket goes off." he murmured as he approached her further. It took only a little satin top under his feet and he slipped; lunged forward, taking the screaming girl with him to the bed. Bernie stared at him with an open mouth as he shook his head. "You have a soft... Bed." he commented.