12 So Not Reality.

"Uh but you can't!! " I whimpered, Aunt Lindsey' wicked eyes flashed through my mind. I'd be damned if she just walks in and sees a random boy's bunch of smelly clothes on my bed with him taking a bath in my bathroom. It'd be world war 3 and just as always it'd be me who's gonna suffer after all.

"And why can't I?" he steps closer with a grin plastered on. "What, it's not like she's gonna walk in and see us tangled up in bed? Or catch us involved in a hot make out session" His grins widens upon seeing the shocked expression on my face.

"As much as I'd love to know a bit more where that came from, I'm not allowed to entertain such thoughts" I rubbed my skin as if shivering. "Stop spoiling me I'm still a child"

"Oh Really, being Sixteen sounds pretty old to me" he grasps my shoulder and hurriedly pecks my lips.

My god.