My eyes cracked open slowly and I squinted at the sunlight. I rolled over and felt myself slip off my bed. I let out a scream, knowing that it a second I would fall off of the boat and into the water where the Loch Ness monster would eat me and poop me out in three hours.

                Instead, I smacked the floor and let out a groan. “Smooth Kory,” I grumbled as I picked myself up and looked around my bedroom. Whoa! How did I get here? DID I FREAKING TELEPORT?

                “Okay Kory. Teleport yourself to the kitchen now. Or Cameron Leahy’s bed. Yea, I like the second one,” I whispered and squeezed my eyes shut tight.

                I winked my right open and sighed. Nope. No teleporting abilities for Kory. How not nice of the world!

                I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, smiling at the thought of last night. Trace could be so incredibly sweet despite how much of a jerk he came off as. My god I loved that boy to death.

                I made my way downstairs and sat down at the kitchen table, letting out a yawn. Mom smiled at me and set down a plate of pancakes for me.

                “How was your date with Trace? He carried you inside last night and my god you were passed right out Kory. You always did manage to sleep through everything,” mom said, shaking her head and smiling a little.

                I meant to say “The date was great! I’m so in love with him, mom. But I was tired and he said I could sleep. I think he slept with me. No, not like that. In a clean way! We’re going to the movies today.” But instead it came out “Mmphf.”

                I didn’t really have a way with words right after I had woken up.

                Mom opened her mouth to say something but shook her head and sighed. “Never mind. I forgot my son is a cave man.”

                I pouted and shoved pancake into my mouth. I instantly brightened as a sleepy look Trace stumbled into the room, his hair slightly messy. He was wearing only basketball shorts and I used that opportunity to eye fuck him.

                “Janine, can you please tell your son to stop eye raping me?” Trace grumbled as he sat next to me.

                “Trace, when your shirt is off in his presence, everything I say to my son goes in one ear and right out the other,” mom said with a hopeless sigh.

                Trace turned to me and covered my eyes. “Hey! I was enjoying the view!” I whined, trying to pry his hands off of my face.

                I finally managed to and whined loudly. “Trace! That was MY breakfast!” I cried in horror. He had eaten my last pancake! What a frog sucking trucker!

                “Mine now,” Trace said with a shrug as he chased down my food with my glass of milk. I glared at him. MY FOOD NOT YOURS! MINE, MINE, MINE!

                “I’m giving you the silent treatment. Do you hear me Trace Nicholas Saunders? THE FREAKING SILENT TREATMENT! THAT MEANS I’M NOT TALKING TO YOU!” I screamed and stood up. I stormed into the living room and plopped on the couch. I glanced over my shoulder and frowned as I saw Trace casually eating a piece of bacon.

                He was ignoring my silent treatment! How freaking rude!

                “I guess I better Zeke. I had money to take Kory to the movies, but I guess he’s too angry at me,” Trace said with an unconcerned shrug, pulling out his cell phone to call Zeke.

                “NO DON’T CALL HIM! I LIKE TALKING! I’M NOT ANGRY!” I cried, jumping up and rushing over to Trace. I jumped into his lap and he grunted as he caught me.

                I kissed him deeply and rested my forehead on his. “Movies?” I asked with puppy dog eyes. I didn’t know why, but I just really craved going to the movies lately. Huh. I wonder if Trace got me pregnant? We didn’t use protection…

                “Boys can’t get pregnant,” mom called over her shoulder at me.

                I pouted. “Moms can’t read minds,” I called back.

                “That’s what you think,” she said, winking at me before turning back to eat her own breakfast. Aw man! How could she read my mind like that?! It just wasn’t fair!

                Trace stood up and I wrapped my legs around his waist so I wouldn’t have to walk upstairs. Trace rolled his eyes and I smiled innocently, pecking his lips. “Get walking!” I cried, smacking the back of his head.

                He pouted but wrapped his arms around me so I wouldn’t fall. He carried me upstairs to his bedroom and set me on his bed.

                I watched him eagerly as he slipped out of his shorts, leaving him in just his boxers. Come on Trace, take those things off!

                “You know, there’s a really nice breeze in your room. I bet your dick would like to fe- You know what? Screw that. Take your clothes off,” I said, unable to take my eyes off of him.

                Trace smirked. “Maybe by the end of the night you can convince me,” he said smugly, grabbing a pair of torn up jeans and pulling them on.

                “Dammit,” I said with a frown, watching his pull a T-shirt on. Why did he want to hide his yummy abs from me? Psh, jerk.

                “Go get dressed. By yourself,” Trace said, pointing to his bedroom. I pouted and got up.

                “You, sir, will get no action,” I said matter-of-factly.

                Trace raised an eyebrow and came over to me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close and kissing me deeply. He kissed down to my neck and began to suck it, grinding on me. A moan escaped my lips and I ran my hands through his hair.

                He grabbed my shirt and began to take it off. I helped him, eagerly throwing it on the floor and shivering as he ran his hands up my stomach to my chest.

                He stepped back and grinned. “Go get dressed. I’m Trace Saunders. I get what I want,” he said, cockiness coloring his tone. Oh! Cock. Get it? Because Trace has a co- Yea.

                “Yea,” I said with a sigh, knowing that he DID get what he wanted. Dammit! I needed to stop being so influenced by him. I grumbled out some threat I wouldn’t carry through with as I left his room and went back to my bedroom.

                I changed into a pair of shorts and a V-neck shirt. I fixed my hair before going back into Trace’s bedroom. He grabbed his wallet and came over to me, kissing me and taking my hand.

                We went downstairs and went outside. I smiled and waved to Brandon. He was washing his car in the driveway. He smiled and waved back.

                “Where are you boys going?” he asked cheerfully. He was just such a happy man. I wish I could be a happy man!

                “Movies,” Trace said and pulled me into the other car. We pulled out of the driveway and I relaxed back as music came on. Pierce The Veil’s Chemical Kids and Mechanical Brides. It made me think of last night’s date and I smiled again.

                I glanced at Trace and my smile grew even wider as love for him coursed through me. “Trace, you have such a nice face. Can I pet it?”

                He gave me a confused look. “Kory, do you always ask people that?”

                “Just people with nice faces,” I said defensively. I reached my hand out and gently stroked Trace’s face, trying not to laugh at his creeped out expression. “That’s a good face!” I said in my “talking-to-a-baby” voice.

                Trace shifted uncomfortably and I burst out laughing. “Aw Trace!” I cried and kissed his cheek. He relaxed and rolled his eyes at me.

                A few minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. “So what movie are we seeing?” Trace asked.

                “Hunger Games!” I cried, jumping onto his pack. “Go! Go! Go!”

                Trace groaned. “Seriously Kory? Do we have to?” he whined.

                I giggled at the sound of Trace whining. It was so freaking adorable. “Yes,” I said, burying my smirk in his shoulder and trying not to laugh. I just wanted to hear him whine and see him pout.

                Trace pouted like I had hoped and I smiled to myself at how cute he looked. I kissed his cheek as he carried me inside. He paid and carried me to the theater.

                We sat down together and Trace wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close and kissing my forehead. I rested my head on his shoulder as the movie started.

                We watched the whole thing, me jumping when the giant ass dog thingy jumped out. I hated it when things jumped out. I mean, come on! That was just not nice to my poor ears!

                We left the theater once the movie was over. Trace had pouted and whined to me the whole way through, the only time he had ever really done that. I guess he didn’t like popular movies. I’d have to take him to the next Twilight movie. Then I’d really get to see him pout and whine. Well, no. I didn’t want to torture myself…

                “You’re so evil Kory. I want to rip my eyes out,” Trace said with an annoyed sigh as we walked across the parking lot to Taco Bell.

                We went inside and ordered food, sitting down once we had our orders. I bit into my taco and grinned smugly.

                “You were being a jerk this morning. I had to have my revenge,” I said simply, sticking my tongue out at him and ignoring it when part of my chewed taco fell out of my mouth onto the table.

                “Classy,” Trace said, rolling his eyes.

                I blushed and wiped it up with a napkin. “You’re jealous,” I said, resisting the urge to stick my tongue out again. Didn’t need to make myself look like an ever bigger idiot.

                “Gross. What are you doing in MY Taco Bell?”

                We turned to face a grinning Zeke. Tommy stood next to him, balancing their food in one hand as he watched Zeke.

                “Zeke, go away. I just sat through some chick flick and I do NOT want to put up with your dumbass,” Trace grumbled in annoyance.

                “Chick flick? Bitches died!” I huffed.

                “Hunger Games?” Zeke guessed as he and Tommy say down with us. We nodded and he chuckled and shook his head. “Oh Trace. Kory’s got you whipped.”

                I smiled proudly and Trace glared at Zeke. “He does not have me whipped!” he snapped. But I think I did, in a way. Oh yea! Trace was my bitch!

                “Sure Trace. Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Zeke said, biting his lip against more laughter.

                “He’s definitely whipped,” Tommy agreed with a nod.

                “God you guys are jerks!” Trace cried in irritation. I laughed and leaned over the table, kissing him.

                “Calm down,” I said with a goofy smile. “Before you kill Zeke and his cool-eyed boyfriend.”

                “Kory, would you like me to rip my eyes out and mail them to you?” Tommy asked, raising an eyebrow as he sipped on his soda. “Because I think you have an unhealthy obsession with them, and I’m afraid you’re going to try to kill me to get them.”

                “I wouldn’t kill you! Handcuff you and claw your cool, gurple eyes out, maybe, but not kill you!” I said with an innocent smile. “But yes, I would like you to rip them out and mail them to me.”

                “You have your own boyfriend you creep!” Zeke whined, wrapping his arms around Tommy and kissing him. “Back off of mine!”

                I laughed and finished eating my taco, washing it down with my soda. “If vag wasn’t meant to be eaten, it wouldn’t be shaped like a taco,” I said with a nod.

                “Says the gay guy,” Trace said, rolling his eyes.

                “Well, duh Trace. You just saw that I can’t keep taco in my mouth!” I pointed out, motioning at the spot on the table where the chewed up taco had fallen. Trace sighed.

                “Hello Trace.”

                We both froze. Trace groaned and shook his head. “No,” he hissed in annoyance as we all turned to face a glaring Juliet.

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