Hey!

Thanks so much for all the reviews and favs and alerts! I was so hyped up to type another chapter and here it is! This is long, compared to the other chapters.

Once again, it might be slightly OOC and i might have a few mistakes here and there.

I'll try to update soon but i have school. Yes, i know it's a holiday but I still have class. It's cause exams are coming up. Annoying isn't it? to go to school during the holidays.

Anyway, here's the Disclaimer!

Disclaimer: Vampire Academy belongs to Richelle Mead:D

I forgot my clothes and my towel. Shit.

I stepped out of the shower and peeped outside the door to see Dimitri sitting down on the bed, face in his hands.

"Umm...Dimitri?"

He looked up. "What?"

"Could you pass me the towel please?" I used my best pleading voice.

He grinned. I did not like the look on his face on bit.

He stood up, and searched for the towel. It was on the other side of the room, on top of the table.

He reached his hand out, without getting off the bed and said "I can't reach it."

I rolled my eyes. "What, is your butt glued to the bed or something?"

He smirked. "Maybe. What's in it for me if I bring you that towel?"

I thought for a moment. "You won't have to see me naked?" I hope he'll buy it.

He folded his arms. "Do you know how many guys will kill to see you naked? All I have to do is to just get a camera and I'll be rich!" he joked.

"Oh come on! Fine, what do you want?"

He walked towards me, looking serious.

He looked at me in the eye and said "Kiss me."

What the fuck was he thinking?

"Do you need me to shake your head a little because apparently, YOUR BRAIN ISN'T WORKING." I screamed he last four words.

"Kiss me, Hathaway. Right here." he pointed to his lips.

Was I really going to do it? That wasn't the question right now. The question is, do I really want to do it. My brain was telling me no but the other part of my body weren't responding. They were too busy
screaming yes.

"Fine."

He lifted my chin and I moved towards him. I closed my eyes and leaned in.

Our lips were just an inch away when he chuckled. I opened my eyes to see him grinning.

He pulled away and laughed. "What the heck was that?" I demanded an explanation.

"I can't believe you actually wanted to do it! No wait, scratch that, I can't believe you thought I was going to kiss you!" he was in a laughing fit right now. I blushed.

"Hey, I would do anything to get my towel." I defended myself.

"If you would do anything, why didn't you just get out naked?" he has a point.

"Anything but that." he was still laughing.

"You really are a coward aren't you?" I told him.

He stopped laughing. "What?"

"You're afraid of kissing me. That's why you pulled away and backed out at the last minute." I figured it out.

He stood up. "No way. I am no coward." he walked towards me until he was right in front of me.

"Really? Then do it. Kiss me right now." I dared him.

Before I knew it, he placed his hands on my cheeks and pulled me towards him. He placed his lips on mine and kissed me. I kissed him back. I couldn't help it.

His tongue traced my bottom lip and a while later; I gave him entrance for it to dance around with my own.

It was filled with passion and lust. Something I never knew we had between us. He placed his hand behind my neck, pulling me closer and I had my hands in his hair.

After about a minute and a half (yes, I counted) we pulled away, breathing heavily.

"Now, what did you say about me being a coward again?" he smirked.

"Great. Now I have to go brush my teeth again."

He licked his lips. "By the taste of your lips, you have to brush them at least a hundred times to get the disgusting taste out of your mouth." he said as he passed me the towel.

I smacked him with the towel. "Oh shut up, Belikov."

I closed the door and leaned against it. I licked my lips, the kiss still burning on them. I gave a small laugh and smiled to myself.

"What are you getting yourself into, Hathaway?" I asked myself.

I dried myself and wrapped the towel around all the appropriate places.

I opened the door to see Dimitri sitting on the bed once again. I decided to sit beside him.

"I'm still going to use the fact that you wanted to kiss me against you, you know?" he told me as he faced me.

"Well, I'm still going to call you a coward for backing out in the first place."

The two of us were on it like a ping long match.

"You kissed me back"

"You pulled me close."

"You played with my hair."

"You thought of the kiss in the first place."

I stared at his eyes.

"Never say a word to anyone?" he asked.

"Deal." I agreed.

I didn't notice that during our verbal ping pong match, we were moving closer to each other until I moved away and walked towards my clothes as he walked into the bathroom.

I threw on a black shirt and a pair of jeans.

Dimitri walked out a while later wearing a tight black t-shirt which showed all his muscles, might I add, and a pair of jeans. Shit, we match.

"Oh my God, I can't believe I look like you. I'm going to change."

He chuckled. "We think alike. So what?"

I snorted. "I don't think like you because I don't think my head can go that far up my ass."

"You won't know if you try. It will by my greatest pleasure to stick your head up your ass." he raised an eyebrow.

"No way."

"Suit yourself." he said, walking out the door. "I'm going downstairs to eat."

I rolled my eyes and changed into a red shirt. Before I stepped out of the room, I grabbed my dark blue Hoddle.

I ran downstairs with the speed of light simply because I smell donuts.

Everyone was sitting on the long dining table they had, each making conversation and grabbing the food on the table.

"Good morning, Rose!" Lissa greeted me.

"Someone sounds cheerful today." I teased.

"Oh shut up, we're going shopping." she gave an excuse.

"Are you sure that's why you're happy?" I wriggled my eyebrows...and failed miserably.

This made her laugh even more. "Sit down and eat the food, Rose."

"My pleasure." Hey, she mentioned food. Of course it's my pleasure.

There was only one seat left. Beside Dimitri. Awesome.

"We saved you that seat, Hathaway." Christian announced. So it was his plan all along.

His plan had one flaw though. I would be sitting beside him too.

I took my seat and whispered "I will stuff your legs so far down your throat that you will be walking with your feet sticking out of your ass."

He snorted. "I'd like to see you try, Rose."

Before I could answer, Olena placed a bowl in front of me. I hated its contents. It was oatmeal. I hate oatmeal.

I gave her a fake smile as she said "Dimka told me that your favourite food was oatmeal."

I shot him a death glare. It was not my favourite food. It was the exact opposite.

Dimitri grinned. I stomped his foot from under the table.

He mumbled"Oomph!"

I smiled. Olena left to sit at her own seat beside Yeva.

I didn't want to disappoint Olena after she went through the trouble to make this so I reluctantly scooped a spoonful and practically forced it down my throat.

Yuck. I faked a smile and mumble a "Yummy," loud enough for her to hear.

Christian and Dimitri couldn't stop laughing beside me. I just felt like smacking both their heads together.

And then I realized, Dimitri hated oatmeal too.

I grinned. "Come on Dimitri, try some of this wonderful oatmeal your mother made."

He stopped laughing and looked at me wide eyed.

My grin grew wider. He shook his hand and said "No, it's okay. I know you want all the oatmeal you can get."

"No, I insist. I'll even feed you if you want."

"No, no, it's okay. I'm already so full and I don't think I can eat anymore..." he said, rubbing his stomach. He was trying to wriggle his way out of this. No way in hell am I going to let him slip away.

"Oh come on, open up!" I scooped a spoonful and moved the spoon towards his mouth.

"I'm already so fat, even Viktoria says so!" he moved away from the spoon.

"Here comes the choo choo train!" I treated him like a little boy.

He refused to open up his mouth so I stepped on his foot with full force.

The moment he screamed "OUCH!" I popped the oatmeal in his mouth.

The look on his face was priceless! His face was all scrunched up, trying to chew the oatmeal and force it down his throat.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" I asked with a smile on my face.

Paul giggled from across the table. "Uncle Dimka needs to be fed like a big baby!"

I laughed as well. "Well, that's because he is one."

Dimitri stepped on my foot and I mumbled an "Ouch!" low enough so that no one could hear.

I looked at him, keeping eye contact and stomped on his foot. I waited for him to open his mouth again and stuffed to oatmeal in it.

"I swear I will get you for this, Hathaway." he whispered.

I laughed. "I'd like to see you try."

I wanted to torment him even more so I stepped on his foot once more. This time, he didn't open his mouth but his face showed pain.

I repeatedly stepped on his foot and his face was hilarious! He tried really really hard to keep his mouth closed but his eyebrows were scrunched up. He gripped is leg and mumbled something.

I whispered to him "Don't make me hit your balls to make you open your mouth..."

He opened his mouth to say a witty remark but I immediately fed him once again.

I was having way too much fun.

I heard a DING coming out from the kitchen and Olena got up saying "Donuts are done!"

I froze. "Did she just say donuts?" I asked.

She walked out a few moments later with a bunch of chocolate glazed donuts. My mouth watered.

"Oh my God. DONUTS!" I instinctively reached out to grab a few donuts and placed them on my plate.

I heard everyone laugh but I was focused on the donuts. I started chewing, no wait, gobbling down the donuts. I had donuts on each hand and my cheeks were bulging out, filled with donuts. It looked like I hadn't eaten in days.

Dimitri took a look at my face and laughed terribly. "What?" I asked.

"You have chocolate all over your face!"

"Where?" I started wiping my face.

He pointed to its location. "There, and there, and- you know what? Everywhere." he laughed again.

I wiped it all off my face with a tissue. "Seriously Hathaway, do you even know how to eat properly?" Dimitri asked.

"That's not one of her many talents." Christian replied and they laughed.

I shot Christian a look and continued eating, I mean gobbling. Eating means chewing and swallowing. I hecked chewing.

"We'll take the van. There are only eight of us going and Paul can sit on someone's lap." Dimitri announced.

Everyone agreed as Dimitri patted his pockets.

"I can't find my keys." he announced as he turned to me, swallowing down donuts with another two, one at each hand. "Did you eat my keys too?"

I rolled my eyes at him.

A few moments later, there was only one donut left. I looked at Dimitri who looked back at me.

At the same time, we reached out to try and grab the last donut. Our butts were of the chair; our bodies were practically on the table.

I used one hand go shove his face away and he did the same.

"The donut is mine!" I tried to say with his hand covering the side of my face, including my mouth.

"In your dreams Hathaway!" he screamed back. My palm was way smaller than his so I couldn't exactly cover his whole face.

I could hear the others laughing and Christian, Eddie and Adrian were making bets.

Dimitri tried to pull my shirt at the back but once he did that, I reached forward and grabbed the donut.

"HA! I win!" we sat down and I happily ate the donut, chewing slowly just to tease him.

Christian punched the air above him and exclaimed "Pay up! I told you nothing can come between Rose and donuts!" which was true.

"Aw man! I thought Belikov, being the bigger one would win." Eddie complained as he handed Christian ten dollars.

Adrian groaned and passed him ten dollars as well. "I thought Belikov would have his ass handed to him."

Olena laughed and walked into the kitchen. She came out soon after with a fresh tray of donut.

"Mama, you're only bringing out the tray NOW?" Dimitri looked at her in disbelief.

"Yup."

"You couldn't do it when we were fighting?" He complained.

"Hey, it's good entertainment." Viktoria replied.

Dimitri rolled his eyes and she stuck her tongue out at him.

I stopped eating donuts and started drinking a glass of water only to have Dimitri staring at me.

"What?"

He reached forward to cup the side of my face, wiping something off with his thumb. I never lost eye contact with him as his hand left my face.

"Seriously, Rose?" he asked, looking at his chocolate covered thumb. "Could you eat like a civilized person?"

"Everyone here will agree with me when I say that if Rose even sees a donut, especially a chocolate glazed one, being civilized will be the last thing on her mind." Christian answered for me.

"Actually, that's sort of true." I agreed with him.

We all continued eating and having our own separate conversations.

I had the usual, "Christian, you're a pathetic excuse for a pig" only to get a "Rose, you're a pathetic excuse for a dog" in return. Like I said, the usual.

Dimitri found his keys somewhere in his room, well, actually I did because he couldn't find it. I was the one who hid it in the first place.

"I told you it was on something disgusting and stupid."

"Rose, you placed the thing on a family photo right at the back of the shelf. On my face to be exact."

I smirked. "Exactly why I called it disgusting and stupid."

He rolled his eyes. "Let's go."

"I get to drive!" Adrian screamed.

"Hell no. I am not going to let you drive with my sister in the car."
Dimitri told him.

"Why?"

"Adrian, the last time you drove, you crashed the car." I shot him a look.

"Damn it!" he exclaimed.

"I'll drive and Lissa gets shot gun!" Christian screamed enthusiastically.

"Hell no. You'll be too busy going all googly-eyed at Lissa. You don't even know the way there you nut!" I smacked him at the back of his head.

"It's settled then. I drive." Dimitri announced.

"Are you sure?" Viktoria asked.

"Yeah." She folded her arms.

"Remember that one time you drove and we crashed into a tree?"

"It was an accident!" he exclaimed.

"You saw a hot girl and didn't look at the road." she gave him THE LOOK.

"I was a teenager with raging hormones. So sue me!" he threw his arms up in the air.

He walked towards the driver's seat when I screamed "Shot gun!"

Eddie wriggles his eyebrows. "You only want to sit beside Belikov, don't you?"

"I only want to control the radio." I told him.

"Sureeee you do." Adrian raises an eyebrow.

"Do you want to be stuck in car with 80's music playing all over again? And when it comes to his favourite song, he'll do the unspeakable." Viktoria defended me.

"Which is..."Christian urged.

"Sing." Viktoria and I replied.

"Come on, Dimka's singing isn't so bad." Tasha was on his side.

"Thank you!" Dimitri exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air.

"Are you kidding me? I would rather claw my eyes out." Viktoria folded her arms.

"Alright, alright. Let's just get to the mall." Lissa ended our feud.

I sat in the front passenger seat while Dimitri drove. Lissa was sitting in between Christian and Adrian while Eddie sat with Tasha at the back with Paul on Tasha's lap.

"Good luck, Lissa." I wished her.

"Why?" she asked, confused.

"You're stuck between a Fire throwing pig and fart boy."

Lissa, Eddie and Tasha started laughing while Christian screamed "Hey!"

"Come on Hathaway, I'm normal. I fart." Adrian defended himself.

"You can't just hold it in a little while longer? Spare us the stench?"

"And this is coming from the girl who farted while taking care of the kindergarteners." he arched an eyebrow.

"How about a bet? You can't fart in the van. And if you fart, we can all tell by the smell and the sound. If I win, you have to do whatever I say." I challenged him.

"But if I win, you have to hold Belikov's hand throughout the whole shopping trip in the mall and you can't let go of it." He folded his arms.

"It's okay. I'll drag him to the ladies restroom with me. It'll be so damn funny." I plotted my revenge.

"Okay, you can only let go of his hand when one of you needs to pee. Or shit. Badly." he stated.

I opened my mouth to say something but he interrupted me. "No, you cannot stay in the restroom the whole time."

"Damn it. Fine. Deal." I agreed with him.

I reached forward to turn the dial on the radio and a Glee song was playing.

Dimitri tried to change the station but I smacked his hand away.

"Ouch. Don't have to smack it so hard, Hathaway." he complained.

"Don't be a whimp."

"I'm not! I'm a man thank you very much."

"Are you sure? If you aren't a man, I'll be more than happy to make that statement true by chopping off your balls." I grinned.

He simply ignored me and continued driving.

"Oh come on! Let me change the station please?" Dimitri pleaded.

"No way." I wasn't even going to let him TOUCH the dial.

"But this is just a stupid song sung by a bunch of teens with raging hormones."

"Hey, it's not stupid. Stupid is Christian." I screamed back.

Christian exclaimed a "Hey!" but I ignored him and continued.

"These teens with raging hormones sing not crash a car into a tree!"

"That was an accident! I-"

Our feud was cut off by Viktoria.

"If the two of you won't shut up, I swear I will stuff testosterone into Rose until she will instinctively run into the men's room to pee and will have to start shaving her hairy face and then I will stuff
estrogens into Dimitri until he walks around in a skirt holding a hot pink handbag not to mention him instinctively wearing thick make up when we leave the house."

That most definitely shut the both of us up.

A few minutes later, I looked in the rear view mirror and spotted Adrian scrunching his face, looking very hilarious.

"What's wrong, Ivanshkov?" I asked, holding a laugh.

"I need to fart." He confessed. That made everyone in the van laugh.

"Go on, Adrian. Give up." I urged.

"No. Freaking. Way." he said, trying so hard to hold the gas in.

"This is hilarious. Adrian looks like he's having constipation!" Christian exclaimed.

"What's constipation?" Paul asked.

"It's when your shit is stuck in your ass." Christian explained.

"Christian!" Tasha and Lissa screamed as Lissa smacked him.

"He's still a young boy. Could you have censored explanations?" Lissa asked him, looking angry.

"Sorry! Why don't you try?"

"Alright Paul, constipation is when...is when...you're trying to push something out...but you can't..." Lissa explained. Boy, is this funny or what?

"Why can't you get it out?" Paul innocently asked.

"Well, because it's sort of...stuck." Lissa answered him.

"Huh?" Paul was confused.

"Alright, someone with and iPhone, please check the dictionary."

Christian took out his phone and checked the explanation of constipation.

"It says 'A state of slowing down, sluggishness, or inactivity.'" he looked at the phone, confused.

"The other meaning you idiot." I told him.

"Oh." was all he said.

"It says 'a condition of the bowels in which the faeces are dry and hardened and evacuation is difficult and infrequent.'"

Paul was even more confused now.

"Alright Paul. Constipation is when you want to shit really really badly but it won't come out." I explained.

"Oh, like Adrian?" he asked.

"No, Adrian wants to fart really really badly but he can't. Constipation only applies to poop."

"Oh. Like Christian yesterday!" Paul exclaimed.

Christian mumbled a "Shhh!"

Paul was giggling away. "He was in the bathroom for a really really long time making funny noises."

I laughed my freaking ass off.

"It was ARGGHHHHHH!" Paul explained further. He exaggerated with facial expressions.

That made me laugh even more.

"Okay, we're here." Dimitri announced, parking the car.

"OH FINALLY!" Adrian screamed.

Once the car stopped, he pushed the door but it wouldn't budge. Dimitri locked the door. Child lock too so only Dimitri would be able to open the door.

"Oh COME ON!"

Christian and Lissa purposely got out of the van slowly.

"COME ON, COME ON, COME ON! GET OUT HURRY! I REALLY REALLY NEED TO FART!" Adrian really couldn't take it anymore. Everyone else was laughing so hard that we were practically gasping for air.

Once he was out of the car, he let the gas go.

"Oh my God, it never felt better to fart..." he relaxed.

I sniffed the air. "Oh God Adrian! Your fart fumes stink!" I pinched my nose and saw the others do the same.

"Aww man, Adrian!" Eddie complained.

"What? Hey, this is the smell of a real man." he defended himself.

"If I have to castrate you and implant boobs on you to stop the smell, I will." I told him.

We all laughed and walked into the mall.

Adrian came up behind me and whispered, "I win."

Oh shit!

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