Raspberry Pi

Space Bun Cutie

One of those peoples is smirking at me. Oh gosh, I'm in really short shorts. Stupid aunt fashion. I feel a light blush creep onto my cheeks. Please don't look like a red balloon. PLEASE! My moms eyes widen for two seconds before I practically throw myself into a chair. This is awkward. I swear if Mr.Douche says anything....

"Nice outfit." He then whispers. "What happened to the sports bra?."

I glare at him but my cheeks rebel and turn a darker red. Stupid cheeks.

"Um thanks." I reply.

My moms giving me odd looks now ands raising her eyebrows, up, down, up, down. Oh! She thinks we're, ugh, flirting. Please the day I flirt is the day I die. With Mr.Douche that is. When the lady starts talking I almost gasp. She is so polite and sweet. Nothing like Mr.Douche. How is this his mom? How is this her son! Maybe his dad isn't that great? She seems so perfect. My mom notices Mr.Douche and I haven't engaged conversation.

"Why don't you two go to Ambers room."

Then her once sweet mom says."Yes Blake you and Amber should go!"

I said once sweet. No longer. I put on my fake set smile that none of the adults notice.

"Of course mother." I say with clenched teeth.

She hates being called mother. She thinks it's to formal. I scoot the chair back with a screech. My mom winces but smiles. We all know your a terrible actor. Still everyone doesn't seem to notice and just keeps smiling. Or in Douches case leaning back in his chair bored. I stand up and grab Douches hand. Pulling him up the stairs.

He smirks and has to say."Eager are we?"

"Eager to push you out the highest window." I say darkly, then sweetly "Why else would we come upstairs?"

I stop and blink innocently. I didn't get my moms acting 'skills' I got pro ones! Moms missing out.

"Do you want to find out?"

"Sure!"
Still acting innocent as can be.

"Nah, we'll save it for another time." He winks and walks into my room.

Wait how'd he know which room was mine. That's not creepy... I follow him into my beautiful room. It's like me. I'm blue la de da da die! Yes I ams! Woo! Need to get happy. For I'll be stuck with a monster in a room. Horrible right! When I walk in the monsters lying on my bed. He shall die! I fling myself onto the bed, with a war cry. Monster looks up amused. Until I land on top of him. I straddle his abs, and start whacking him. I didn't notice my sweater rise up.

"Stop woman! Sheesh!"

Then he blushes. Omg! He's blushing. It's so cute. Did I just call the monster cute!? Oh I'm still on top of him. I slide off and lay beside him. We just lie in silence. Why was he blushing? This sweaters to hot.

"I'm getting changed."

I grab a tank top that's black like my 'shorts'. I don't bother changing them. A I'm to lazy, B I don't give a skittle. That sums up my whole life. Is that sad. I don't think so. I walk out and he stares, yes fully stares. He doesn't bother being discreet. I huff. He blushes again! This is to cute.

"Why ya blushing?" I tease.

His gaze goes cold. Well that's scary.

"I wasn't blushing." He replays coldly.

Aw, that is so cute! Lille monster denying it! I just want to squish his cheeks. That got weird...

Then Blake starts laughing. What's so funny? My confusion must have showed because he answered between laughs.

"You said that" gasp. "Out loud."

It's now my turn to blush. Oh and I beat an apple. The new blush. He looks at me, and rolls over. What's he doing? He rolls on top of me and hugs me? Um ok.

"Are you embarrassed?" He's still hugging me!

"No" I mumble.

Then I remember his tickle war.
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I've made it my new thing to leave at cliffhangers. Oh still glamping. So when I leave my kinda schedule will continue.

Song: Boy in the Bubble by, Alec Benjamin

Question Of Whatever: Would you rather camp or travel country's on plane?

Glampingly,
MinnieMoose2B
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