Three Guys Like Me. I Hate All Of Them

Three Guys Like Me. I Hate All Of Them - Chapter 21

I'd Like to name this chapter: 

Chapter 21 - Make Out Session In McDonalds

I woke up to soft snores in my ear. 

When I tried to turn around, arms around my waist stopped me. They hugged me closer.

"What're you doing?" Ian's British accent asked sleepily in my ear.

"Trying to turn around." 

"Not this early." He breathed.

"Why?" I whined. "I want to give you a goodmorning kiss." 

The bed moved, and Ian was suddenly over me, smiling. "Where's my kiss?"

I smile, and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. "Right here." I whisper.

He smirked at me , and pressed his lips to mine. 

"Ian!" A young voice screeched.

He groaned and pulled away from me. At that moment, his bedroom door burst open, and there stood little Brooklan.

"What Brooke?" He groaned, slumping down next to me. 

"Mommy wanted to know if you guys wanted pancakes?" She smiled brightly.

"That is the cutest damn accent ever!" I whispered.

Ian chuckled, and grabbed my hand from under the blankets. "Yeah, Brooke. Tell mom that would be great." 

"'Kay!" She ran off, leaving his door open.

"Thank you for closing my door." He mumbled.

I giggled next to him, and rested my head on his smooth chest, and he kissed the top of my head.

"Someone needs to close the door." Jace said.

"Then you do it."

The brown haired boy thought for a moment, "Nope!" Then ran away.

I let out a laugh, and Ian just smiled.

"I love your family." I say.

"Yours is better. Quieter."

"Let's switch." 

"I'm game." 

"But, I need to see Nate. Our bond is special."

"We can visit our families each weekend."

I lightly smacked his face, then got out from the warm covers.

"Come back." He whined. 

"I want pancakes." I told him.

"Fat ass." He mumbled.

"Watch yourself, British Boy. I'll kick that ass with no hesitation."

"While you kick my ass, I'll be sure to look at yours."

"How will you do that?"

"I have ways."

I rolled my eyes, and went to the bathroom. I put my hair into a messy bun, and rinsed my mouth with some mouth wash. 

When I walked back to Ian's room, he was just putting on a red shirt to match his ripped black skinny jeans. 

"Where's my clothes?" I ask.

He smiled at me, then tossed me my things. "Thank you, sir!" I walked back to the bathroom.

When I changed into my clothes from yesterday, I went back to Ian's room to see if he was there. Nothing. Then I went down the stairs of his mansion, and went to the noisiest kitchen I've ever heard.