Listen, Don't Touch ~BOYXBOY~

Listen, Don't Touch ~ Chapter 16

                “That was mean.” I huffed and crossed my arms.

                “What are you going to do, pout?”

                “No!” I stuck my lip out in a pout. Oh wait.

                “Well it worked, didn’t it?”

                “I-It only worked because I was already AWAKE! If I were still asleep, I wouldn’t even move!”

                “You wouldn’t?”

                “Nope! I wouldn’t have gotten up, so hah! I'm be more likely to roll over and kiss you, and go back to sleep. Not wake up!”

                There was a moment of silence as he stared at me. Why was he– OH MY GOD DID I JUST SAY THAT?!?! I JUST SAID THAT.

                “You’d–”

                “BECAUSE IN MY DREAM IT WOUL BE THE BEAST AND AND AND I WOULD HAVE NO IDEA ITS YOU.”

                “Didn’t you say I was the beast in your dream?”

                I felt myself facepalm, facefloor, faceplanet mentally. I didn’t say that! Er…did I?

                “STOP PURSUING THIS CONVERSATION, UGLY LEPRECHAUN.”

                He smiled.

                “STOP SMILING!!!!!!”

                “Why?”

                Because it’s attractive. I mean, annoying. I mean, “You look like Satan.”

                “If only I found that offensive,” He mused,  “I hear Satan is pretty attractive.”

                Why was I feeling embarrassed for something he said? AND HE WAS COMPLIMENTING HIMSELF! RIDICULOUS LOGI-BEAR HABITS!

                 Seriously, what was up with him!? Is this how he normally acts? Not that I’m compleeetely against it. He was totally just amusing himself right now. RUDE.

                He got up and stretched, then extended a hand and pulled me up. “Andrew said he’ll pick you up in five minutes.”

                My eyes bulged. “FIVE MINUTES!? WHAT, I DON'T GET FOOD? I’m like a plant, I need nutrition and bugs.”

                He sighed and continued, “That’s why I told him I’ll drive you back when you woke up.”

                …really? Hehehehe. I feel happy again. In fact, I feel a little bubbly. I feel a little…blond.

                “Yay~ fooood!” I tore out of the room like it was my own house. I am very good at making myself comfortable wherever I am. It was a necessary ability when you are moved around a lot. It’s like flipping a switch in your brain that tells it to relax.

                “I can’t cook, so eat a poptart or something. There’s an apple and banana in the fridge.”

                WRONG BANANA CASE, WRONG BANANA.

                He took the blueberry poptart I chose and put it in the toaster. I sat down and watched while he toasted one for himself.