wrong number - anthony reeves

seventeen

anthony and i walked around, making our way back to my house. the spring breeze surrounded us, brushing in between my hair, sending shivers down my spine. i rubbed my arms trying to warm them back up again. i felt a soft jacket be placed over my shoulders. the weight and warmth made me feel warmer instantly, shedding away the breeze.

"thanks." i nudged anthony's shoulder.

"no problem, mar." he smiled down at me, his height was still intimidating to me.

"so, how long are you staying?" i asked, continuing to walk in line with him.

"trying to kick me out already?" he teased, a smile tugging my lips.

"so, what if i am?" i grinned.

"i'm staying till tuesday afternoon. olivia talked to your dad about it being alright so we're in the clear." he assured.

"good luck with my dad, you're going to need it." we turned onto my street.

i huddled in deeper into his jacket, his manly scent overpowering any other. we walked up the cobblestone steps and i could tell he was nervous. by the occasional jerk of his eyes, the rhythmic tapping of his right foot and burying his hands into his pockets. i pulled out the key from my front pocket of my bag, sliding it into the key hole. with a click, we stepped inside, surrounding us both in immediate warmth and comfort.

my dad was sat at the table, flipping through the weekend news paper. he took a long sip of his hot, newly brewed, fresh coffee, noticing our presence as the front door closed. we placed our things beside our shoes, on top of the desk that was tucked in the corner of the mud room. i walked into the kitchen with anthony following close behind. my dad stood up from his seat, standing a few inches shorter than anthony.

"hey dad, this is anthony." i stepped more to the side so anthony could be directly in front of my dad.

"it's a pleasure to meet you, mr. hill." anthony said, extending his hand.

"so this is the anthony." he said, gripping onto his hand, "i'm elijah, please call me eli." they exchanged a small smile, releasing their hands.

anthony's energy immediately changed. he was nervous as we walked through the door, but as soon as they met, i saw as if a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. i was really glad my dad liked him, he didn't do the 'don't hurt her or i will kill you' speech.

"hey, kiddo." he pulled me in for a side hug and kissed the top of my head before turning back to his coffee.

i turned away, waiting for him to say something else, such as saying 'don't do what i wouldn't do' or something other, but nothing. we walked back into the mud room, still in deafening silence. we walked upstairs, setting the bags at the end of the bed before anthony flung himself, deep into my pillows.

"anthony!" i said laughing, joining in beside him.

"your bed is so comfy, what the hell?" he smiled, rolling around.

"anthony you're making a mess!" i laughed again, throwing my head back.

he stopped and looked at me, smiling, then he shoved me off of the bed, onto the pillows that came off in the process of his rolling. my butt hit the ground, making me laugh harder.

"you're such a pain in the ass!" i stood up with a pillow in my hand, hitting him on the side of the head with hit before leaping back onto the bed to continue to hit him.

his arm flew up in cover, while his other searched frantically around for a pillow. once he finally found one, he started hitting me, wrestling the pillow out of my grasp. at this point, anthony towered over me and we were both laughing messes. my dads footsteps echoed up the stairs, down the hall and into my room.

"what's going on?!" he asked, probably hearing me fall onto the ground and see the mess of my bed that was now on the ground.

"we're just fooling around." i sat up, facing him, catching my breath.

he spun around on his heel and made his way back to the quaintness go downstairs. as his steps echoed, we heard him grumble, "kids." making us laugh again.

anthony and i made eye contact before i grabbed around his shoulders, trying my best to switch positions again. seeing as it was only the crack of dawn, it was fairly easy to move his tired self over to where i was seconds ago. i towered over him, trying my best to hammer him with the pillow. his arms flailed around, deflecting the hits. our laughing died down, seeing the morning sun shine brightly through the cracks of my curtains.

i sat down, propping up one knee, facing him, "i can't believe you're here."

"i know right!" he exclaimed.

"that was overly excessive." i laughed, bending over.

i grabbed my laptop, cuddling up against anthony putting on a random movie.

"at first, i thought it was a dream, it wasn't until this morning where i was sure you were really here." i stated, earning a smile from him.

"well, now i know it's normal for you to dream about me." he teased, making me playfully swat at his shoulder.

he smiled, the display of his dimples made my heart swoon, what was he doing to me?

"'mar? did you hear what i said?" he asked, breaking me from my trance.

"no, sorry."

"i said, i wouldn't blame you," he turned his face towards mine, "i'm a very dream-able person."

"i'm more." i replied, cockily.

"no way." he said shaking his head.

"yes way."

he didn't say anything else, he couldn't.

why?

because his lips were pressed passionately against mine.

a/n - really proud of this chapter, i just wanted to spring on the kiss at the end, leaving it as somewhat of a cliffhanger, so enjoy!