Love Bites—Chapter Eight
I shove possible homework into my bag at my locker and head out the door. My eyes scan the parking lot when I finally see his red Mercedes Benz. Lets face it; its pretty hard to miss.
Joe: Back or front?
Selena: Please, take the front. (She took a seat in the back)
Demi: (I sat in the front beside Joe)
Even though Selena was in the back, she had main control of his stereo up front.
Joe: Ignore her bad taste in music.
Demi: (I smiled)
Selena: Shut up Joseph.
Joe dropped me off at my house and I proceeded to wave goodbye. Joe wanted to walk me to the door instead. Im gonna ask him something and I hope he says yes.
Demi: Do you wanna hang out sometime? (I had finally gotten the guts to ask.)
Joe: (It took him a while to answer but I liked when he did) Id like that. (He smiled) Ill see you then Demi. (He waved bye and I waved back.)
I walked into my house.
Demi: Dave! (I looked around) Dave? Hm, maybe he left early for work. (My phone starts buzzing) Yeah?
Dave: Hey honey, I left some leftovers in the fridge. The department called me and they needed me to be here early. You like meatloaf.
Demi: I guess so. (I opened the fridge and picked up the container) Anything else?
Dave: No, not really. No parties while Im gone kiddo.
Demi: Whatever you say Dave. (I laughed and hit the [end] button on the dial.)
I microwaved and enjoyed a hearty and slightly dry meatloaf. It wasnt all that great but Id do for today. I was searching the refrigerator for a Gatorade when my doorbell rang. I jumped a little and walked over.
Demi: (Opening the door) What are you doing here?
Joe: Thought Id just drop by. (He grinned and stared at me) Are you in your PJs already?
Demi: Ha, yes, yes I am. (I smiled) You wanna come in?
Joe: Id love to. (He stepped inside and breathed in.) Smells like meatloaf.
Demi: Yeah, I just made some. Id offer you some but I devoured it like the maniacal beast I am.
Joe: (Laughing) Wow, if that wasnt the cutest thing I ever heard . . . (I blushed and brought him over to the living room where he sat next to me on the couch. We were just barely touching.)
Demi: So what do you wanna do? ([Were alone in a house and my room is just in reach. I know what I wanna do.] I mentally smack myself in the face for thinking that way.)
Joe: Watch TV?
Demi: Yeah, lets do that instead.
Joe: Instead of what?
Demi: Uhm, uh . . . instead of sitting here doing nothing! (Quick thinker, oh yeah.)
We watched Bram Stokers Dracula. I couldnt really focus on the movie because all Joe would do is talk about how unrealistic and Hollywood the vampires in the movie were. We sat in silence a few times as I fast forwarded all of the -naughty- scenes. He took a pillow from the couch and covered himself with it. I wanted to laugh but I just pretended like I didnt even notice.
This was insane. I was sitting next to the guy, just a couple of days ago, I didnt know existed. Not to mention, I had the strongest attraction to him ever. I never noticed how pale he really was. His hair was slightly distorted and I moved my hand over his head to fix it.
Demi: Hold still . . . (I moved the strands of hand over and he stared at me) There, all better.
I looked up into his eyes. We were so close and he just seemed to gaze deeper into my eyes by the second. I wanted this so badly that it almost pained me to stare. I wanted more than a staring contest. He moved his hand and ever-so-gently tucked my hair behind my ear. I awaited the moment and hoped that it would come soon if never at all.
Joe: Your eyes . . . (He placed his freezing fingers under my eye, but I didnt mind) Theyre magnificent. (I blushed and smiled as a response) What would you call that color?
Demi: Theyre amber.
Joe: Very rare . . .
Demi: Youre eyes are maroon, are they not?
Joe: They are, also very rare. (He moved closer and now our bodies were touching)
Demi: Then we definitely have something in common. (I smiled)
Joe: Very true . . . (He then placed his wintry palm in mine and whispered,)
Can you keep a secret?
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I have writer's block! Help me out and message me some ideas if you can :)
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@ILuvCookiesDough thank you :D and yeah, i really hate writers block too.
blahpolka3 2 years ago
@CrazyforJonas1 good idea :)
blahpolka3 2 years ago
i think joe should say,"i am not able to speak how i feel so..." then he kisses her. you can make up the rest
CrazyforJonas1 2 years ago
UGh u have to keep me waiting....Darn writers block!!
writers block SUCK i hate it, the story is really good though!!!! very gr8 job!!!!!
ILuvCookiesDough 2 years ago