BUZZ

BUZZ

...

The crusty hand-me-down alarm clock went off. I moaned. Feeling a uncomfortable breeze up my covers. Why? Cause I felt really hot. So I slept with no pyjama bottoms on. Just with my panties. I mean it was only me. Right?
...

I was heavily asleep. Deep sleep.
I slurred the thing to shut up. Finally, I pounded my fist on the snooze button. It gave off a faint 'buzz' before it went dead. I smiled in my sleep. I was dreaming peacefully.
A dream, about him. Carter. That's right, boys and girls. I still having feelings for that jerk Carter. I mean I should probably have a dream about Brad Pitt or Scott Flayerd. But, no my mind still centered around Carter Wilms. My dreams were passionate and romantic. Today it was just simply, R rated, material. I was at the dreaming point were he was shirtless. My pants were off. His hands somehow made it's way around my neck, pulling me in. Basically a makeout session. That's until, I felt a cold hand give my bare thighs a squeeze.

"Mhmm, Carter. Stop it" I moaned out loud, tossing and turning. The hand ran up my thigh. Sending up shockwaves. Softly dragging it up and down my thigh.
A gush of wind came in through the comforters. I shivered.
"I said, stop" I groaned again. This time causing the person to snicker and give out a muffled laugh.
"Wha-AH!!" I leaped off my bed. Noticing a smirking Scott. His eyes wide, with lust and sexual excitement. What was he so surprised of? A breeze hit my legs. I shivered and noticed I wasn't wearing any pants.
"AHHH!!" I screamed and suddenly blushed wildly. I took the sheets and covered myself.
"What the hell dude?!!"
"S-Sorry, it's just Barb wanted me to wake you up. And you seemed so peaceful sleeping there, so I didn't want to bother"
"My ass" I grumbled, shuffling to find the bathrobe.
"If it makes you feel better, your legs looked really sexy" he added sheepishly.
I growled.
"That doesn't really help you pervert!"
"I'm sorry, most girls I know sleep with there pant's ON!"
"Oh, really? Cause a guy like you would love to see them off"
He smacked his forehead.
"I didn't mean it like that Peyton!"
"Mhm, sure"
He groaned.

"Now, get out! You peeping Tom!"
"Yeah, yeah" he walked off.
Poor guy. I guess I got to ask Ken about his problem. Maybe some time today. Hmm..

I took a shower. Reminiscing the moments.

I came out looking clean as a whistle. I went down the stairs. And into the kitchen. Smell of peanut butter pancakes, with strawberry syrup. I sat at the small round table. Fork and knife faced up in my hands. Waiting for a plate to come by. Scott, wobbled his way in the kitchen and sat next to me. A smile so big, that almost could fall off.
"Morning, Peyton" chirped Barbra.
"Morning" I watched her place a plate of pancakes. I dug in and so did Scott. He watched me intently. I sighed, drowning the starchy panckakes with some 2%.
"I'm sorry about that--"
"It's okay, Scott no need to apologize" I gulped.
"You sure?"
"Positive"

"Anyways, I was planning on showing you around. But, I got work to do so I'll be back around 4 pm? Sounds cool?" he asked.
"I'd be cool with that" I smiled at his generousity.
"Cool" he nodded and walked away.
...

"Barbra, where's Ken?"
"He's dropping off Amanda at her uncles"
"Why?"
"He wanted to see her. So she's staying there and she'll be here tommorow, along with Misty"
"Oh, okay"
"He should be here shortly" she yelled over the whistling kettle.
And on cue, the door opened and Ken came in looking all calm. He shook his shaggy hair out, and ran his fingers through it casually.

"Hey Ken"
"Peyton!"
"Whatssup?"
"Nothing, really. Just sad"
"How come?"
"Amanda's gone for a couple of days to her uncles"
"Oh, where does her uncle live"
"In Georgetown, just a couple hours away from here. He phoned her, yesterday and asked her to stay at his place for awhile"
"I'm sorry Ken"
"Nah, it's cool. Atleast I got you here to keep me occupied for the day" I smiled. Time for some answers.

Barbra came in looking all buisness-like. In a A-line skirt and a tweed blazer. Her carmel hair out and flowing, to the gentle morning breeze. She looked she was in a rush. Fussing around, with one black pump on her left leg. She was hopping around trying to get the other one on.

"Well you kids have fun. I have to go to the town for a meeting" Barbra said, closing her purse. She skidded out gently closing the door behind her. Wow. That was quick.