STORY OF THE CHUBBY

STORY OF THE CHUBBY 28

A/N:  Okay ...so no more conditions:( But it's still okay, I guess. Yea?

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‘Hey, yo ma...nice melons,’ Lee said, winking at me. A couple of his friends behind him whistled in agreement, eyeing me suggestively. Okay, under normal circumstances I should be offended right?

‘Thanks,’ I said smiling back at them giving them a wink of my own. Who is this girl? Sure isn’t Cecelia Grace Hastings!

‘And we’re done!’ Chris said, as he stopped filming us.

I sighed with relief as I dropped the watermelons into Lee’s hands, ‘These watermelons weigh a tonne!’

He laughed as he put them on the grass of his lawn outside his house, ‘The best of their kind. Thanks for agreeing to be on my Vine, though.’

I snorted, ‘There’s only so many times I could listen to you beg.’

‘And don’t forget the power of Skittles,’ Chris said, throwing an arm over my shoulder.

This boy is trying to kill me, I thought as I tried not to think anything of this proximity. Instead, I removed his hand from my shoulder and gave him a glare, ‘Are you saying I’m weak?’

He grinned, his eyes shining, ‘Nope. You’re not...just that your weakness is Skittles.’

I smiled and playfully punched his arm, although I felt like saying out loud, ‘You’re my weakness, silly.’

Lee cleared his throat behind me and I turned to look at him, ‘If you two are done, I need some help the next vine.’

‘Oh yeah! Lemme go get the wigs from your sister!’ Chris said and rushed to the house.

‘Do I even want to know?’ I asked Lee as I took one of the watermelons from the lawn and started for the house. Lee took the other one and followed after me.

‘Nope,’ he said with a smile. ‘But you’ll see it tomorrow. I’ll upload yours today, though.’

I shook my head as we entered their house and headed straight for the kitchen. ‘I’m not sure how I feel about this though...People seeing me...in a vine, especially.’

Actually I wasn’t sure how I was able to agree to be in the vine apart from the week’s supply of Skittles Lee promised he’d get me. Chris’s suggestion of course. But I guess I didn’t mind it. Somehow along the way I was changing... becoming bolder and not caring too much about what people thought...wait... I had that before. Maybe I was a bit more confident than I was before.

‘Aw, come on Chubby. It’s not a bad thing...ask Chris,’ he said putting the watermelon on the kitchen counter as I did the same. He turned to look at me, a serious look on his face. ‘Speaking of Chris...’

I chuckled nervously, ‘What about him?’

He narrowed his eyes at me, ‘So you like him...’

The way he said it...Like he was very sure of it. ‘Did he tell you?’ I asked him, horror filled my voice.

He threw his head back in laughter, ‘No he didn’t. But thank you for confirming my suspicions.’

Damn. ‘Erm...it’s nothing... It’ll pass,’ I said, stuttering a bit.

‘Right,’ he said, as if he didn’t believe me. ‘So I take it you told him?’ I nodded. He sighed and sat on the kitchen counter. ‘All I can say-and note I’m not the best in relationship stuff-is that he cares for you. I’ve known him for a while now and you’re like the first girl who he actually let into his life. He’s usually guarded with everyone but not you...so that should count for something.’