Sometimes I really don't understand how I get myself into these situations. Was I flypaper for bad luck?
I awkwardly stared at the door as I sat on the edge of the bed I was currently on.
I had been paid to sleep with my neighbor Toshiro. I knew it wasn't his idea since he didn't seem to like me most of the time but the red in his face, which I'm sure matched my own, was pretty cute.
Toshiro was pretty cute in general. I wasn't blind. His snow white hair and teal eyes that seemed to go on forever made him quite popular with the ladies at school. Considering he was the captain of the soccer team on top of being ridiculously attractive made him one of the most sought out guys at school.
But I wasnt one of his obsessed fangirls and refused to be. I know how cold and aloof Toshiro really was. But a nagging voice in my head reminded me of the times he had stopped being so distant and actually talked to me when we were younger.
Toshiro really confused me. We had so many good times together, most of them involving watermelon. But sometime in the summer before high school we started drifting apart.
Looking at him now, his face all red I couldn't remember exactly how we drifted apart.
He finally looked away from his hands which he had previously found extremely amusing.
"So" I began in the most professional manner I could considering the circumstances. "I was paid in advance to uh... bed you" I could feel my cheeks heating up even more but I continued. "It wouldn't be very professional for me to take money for a job not done so here" I walked over to the dresser where my wallet had been discarded and took out the money the money I had in it.
I walked back over to Toshiro and held the bills out towards him. He stared at me like I had just grown two heads. Maybe he was just putting it together what I actually did for a living?
After holding the money out to him for a few minutes, I started to pull my hand back. To my surprise however, his hand darted towards mine and he grabbed my hand, pulling me in closer to him.
Not sure what to say or do, I attempted to pull away but Toshiro crashed his lips onto mine before I could get away. Before I knew it, years of unreleased sexual tension started to pour out and soon our clothes were flying off.
The rest of the night happened in a blur and instead of leaving afterwards like usual, I fell asleep with my head on Toshiro's bare chest.
A/N: Sorry I'm horrible with romance. I'm sure I could have done a decent smut but I didn't have time to write one. Its short because I didn't want to take too long to update but I didn't have much time to write it.
Disclaimer: All I own is the Twinkies in my room.