Many Strings Attached

4 - procrastinator

Three days. It's been three days since Nate asked me to meet and every day I receive a text saying ' hey, I won't be able to come today, feeling lazy. But tomorrow, we in.'

Honestly, I give up. I don't know what work is he delaying but I can't be waiting for him everyday hoping he'd text me to actually meet.

Just then the sound of my notification catches my ears- ' I'm here, down at the third floor. Meet me?'

Third floor? As in he wants to meet me in the lobby? Is he going crazy? 'where the lobby?' i ask.

'The stairs, obviously ' the what?! What in the teenage idea is this.

Nonetheless I get down in order to see him. I could feel weird twists forming in my stomach, something like knots, curling up or butterflies as we say. I'd rather call them anxiety butterflies honestly.

I reached the stairway and began to look for him. Nope, not a trace of him. I was mad, just as I was about to leave i heard a voice-

"Hey! Up here, look." He was whispering. I wanted to laugh, so bad.

"Good thing you called me or else I was leaving" I said in a pissed off voice.

"Well, I just came. I had to give money to the lady living on the second floor." He shrugged. I simply nodded, that was valid. The lady he's talking about is the one who makes some real spoon licking good cakes.

He sat down on one of the stairs, patting his hand beside him signalling me to sit beside him.

"Are you serious? On the stairs? So many places out there and you want to meet me here?" I could bet my expressions definitely screamed with an 'are you fucking me' look that I shot him.

"What?" He casually said. "What's wrong in the stairs? Where else would i call you on such a short notice?" He continued.

Upon that I said nothing and just sat beside him and sighed.

After having a mid conversation, we talked about how and where liked being kissed and liked to kiss- and trust me when I say I have no idea how and when did we end up talking about romance. We also came to a common realisation that both, him and I loved to be kissed and to kiss on the forehead, the neck etc. I also remember he asked me how often did I feel butterflies to which I just said, "it's hard for me to get them so easily- butterflies."

"Oh, so you were saying that you like neck kisses weren't ya? I mean I like this thing where i-" he gradually decreased his voice while saying it- almost whispering the last part and he seductively and abruptly took a light grip of my neck and pulled me close- so close I could feel his hot breath on my lips and my philtrum.

And ofcourse, the bitch inside me was about to kiss him when he pulled away as casually as you would do when you tease somebody on a diet with some tempting, delicious, juicy, and lucious food.

"You were going to kiss me, weren't you?" He asked, mocking me. Okay, and that- that pissed me off.
Who am I kidding, well played Nate Wolfhard. I was embarrassed and mo way I was not getting my revenge.

"What even- no!" I wanted to sound calm but that came out in a panicked tone.

But when I was talking about the diet thing and its description- my mind was portraying me the image of his plumpy, juicy, pink tinted, deliciously full tempting lips.

That is another thing which we have in common. But his lips look tastier. Anyways-

" So as I was saying- the neck thing, yeah I like it. I like it when somebody pulls me close- just like this." I softly whimpered in his ear and pulled him by his neck this time. And oh, guess what N just got backfired by S. My little boy was about to kiss me, I was so enjoying this.