thrills; billy loomis

Chapter Three

"Aww that's so sweet." I extended my hand to caress his cheek. "I don't think you're a creep or stalker. You're just a sweet romantic." His hand shot up to his face to cup mine. For the first time today his eyes looked directly into mine.

"I'm really glad you see me that way." He whispers, his minty breath ghosting over my lips.  This is the closet I have ever been to him. I had the perfect view of his crooked teeth that I absolutely adored. He ran the fingers of his free hand through my hair. Billy leaned in and placed his lips onto mine. His lips were so soft and moisturized. I was jealous of every girl whom has kissed these lips before me. Unfortunately, the kiss ended as fast as it started.

He drew back quickly. His mouth was in the shape of an 'o' and his eyebrows were raised. "I am so sorry. I don't kn-" I stood up on my toes and interrupted him with a brisk kiss which seemed to shock him even more.

"Come on in," I tell him, stepping out of the way with my back touching the door. I couldn't help but smile. I've had my guy friends over my house before when my parents weren't home. Although, they were just friends. Whereas I am interested in Billy. Romantically and physically. This was completely new ground for me. After he entered my home, I shut the door behind him.

"Uh, do you want to go to the den to watch tv?" I question lowly. I place my thumbs through my front belt loops due to the lack of a better spot to put them. Because I do not trust myself to not to throw myself at Billy right now. If there is a God, he or she was tempting me right now.

"That'd be cool." the brunette boy responded, nodding. I led him to our comfy den, where I have spent several sleepovers with Kelly, Monica, Sabrina and the boys of course. "Your home is spectacular." he complimented.

"Well thank you. Make yourself at home please. Do you want anything to drink?" I ask. Ughhh I sounded like a mom. Who am I? I honestly have no idea what I'm supposed to do. He gingerly sits on the couch and rests his hands on his knees.

"Ah, I'm sort of a tea guy. Do you have earl grey?" he asks sheepishly, making eye contact with me, signaling that he was more comfortable. I would have never guessed Billy for being a tea guy. I thought he would go for a soda or juice.

"You're in luck, my mother loves earl grey and tea period." I exit the room to move to the kitchen. I was thirsty as well... and not just for some tea. I grabbed my mom's yellow kettle that was already on the stove and took it to the sink to fill it with water. I placed it on the gas stove and turned it on to high. It wasn't until I turned around that I saw Billy, just leaning in the door way.

I slightly jumped up and placed a hand on my heart. "Oh my god, you scared me! I didn't even hear you." I state.

"I'm sorry. I don't want you to be scared of me." he walked to the island and sat on the stool.

"You're fine and I'm not. You just gave me a little fright is all." I continued to walk to the cabinet that held the tea bags. It seems like he has apologized an awful amount of times today. Even if he wasn't verbally saying 'sorry', his eyes said it.

He smiled. "So where are your parents?" he asks. I guess he could tell I was home alone by the empty driveway. My baby was tucked away into the garage.

"At work. My mom's a cardiologist and my dad's a firefighter." I couldn't help but feel proud to say that.

"That's so inspiring. They both save lives." his smile grew. The kettle began to scream. I moved to the other set off cabinets to grab my two favorite mugs. One mug had a floral pattern while the other had all sorts of animals on it. From dogs to koalas to butterflies to bunnies. I turned off the stove and poured the boiling water into the mugs. I placed the kettle onto a different burner and dropped the tea bags into the mugs.