He never thought he'd get this interested in a girl who just moved into his house.
Kennedy Kinsey, a bubbly and talkative girl, moves to New York to live with her dad's best friend after her parent's death.
She never thought she would be this attrac...
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♥Chapter 24: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ♥
✿Kennedy✿
My eyes stir open when someone pokes my cheek.
I start stretching and then almost scream when hands grab my wrists, stopping me from moving.
"Shh!" Corey shushes me.
I look at his face looming above mine.
"Quietly, get up," He whispers in the lowest of voices.
A look of confusion comes over my face and I look around. Toothy stands behind Corey with something in her hands.
I look to my side to see Jake still sleeping with one big arm around my waist.
Corey helps me get up and pry Jake's arm off me, trying not to wake him up.
"What are we doing?" I whisper, still in a sleepy state.
I rub my eyes to clear them before blinking at Toothy.
Corey gives me a mischievous grin and looks at Jake's sleeping form.
He looks so cute snuggled within the blankets and with his hair all messed up and all.
Corey takes a can-type thing from Toothy and dips his finger in. When he takes out his finger, something black covers it.
"Shoe polish," Toothy murmurs to me, noticing my confused look.
"Here," Corey hands me his phone, "Record me."
I flip the camera open and point it at Corey, "Recording started," I whisper, remembering how my own parents used to record every little thing or prank we did.
Corey gives me a thumbs-up and moves towards Jake's sleeping form and crouches down.
Very slowly, Corey smears the black shoe polish onto Jake's jaw.
He continues smearing lines across his face until Jake looked like a human head basketball.
Jake stirs in his sleep.
We all freeze.
He stirs some more but his eyes don't open.
We wait for a few seconds with our hearts in our throats. He doesn't move again.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, Corey starts rubbing the black shoe polish on his face again.
I hold a hand to my mouth to cover my silent laughter as I watch along with Toothy.
When Corey's done decorating Jake's face, he stands up and takes the lid of two big steel utensils.
"Might wanna cover your ears for this one, ladies," Corey grins, whispering to Toothy and me.
