Hey guys!

Sorry this chapter isn't as long. Or as interesting. /: I had a REALLY hard time trying to find inspiration, which would explain the amount of time it took me to upload this new chapter. But hey! At least it's here now! Haha.. Anyways.. ENJOY!

-smileyfacecupcakes

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   I jogged downstairs after an hour of staring at my ceiling, waiting for Josh to wake up. I walked into the kitchen, and turned on the radio. “Party Rock Anthem” by LMFAO had just come on. I turned it up a little bit, and then threw a couple pieces of bread into the toaster. I closed my eyes, and started shaking my hips to the beat.

   “Everyday I’m shuffling.” I started going crazy with my dance moves, jumping around, spinning, and moving my hips.

   “Well, good morning, Sam.” I stopped dancing immediately at the sound of his voice and blushed.

   I turned around, and saw Josh standing in the kitchen doorway. He was grinning from ear to ear, nodding. I blushed a deeper red, and walked over to the radio to turn it down. I walked over to the toaster, and pulled out the pieces of bread.

   “Why’d you stop?” He asked as he walked over to the radio and turned it back up.

   He started shaking his hips too, and gestured for me to come over and dance with him. I giggled, and shook my head.

   “You have to dance!” He stopped, and gave me a look.

   I smirked, and shook my head again. “I only dance when I’m alone.” That was such a lame excuse. I knew he’d be able to backfire.

   “You danced in front of a lot of people last night, though.”

   I rolled my eyes. “I made a fool of myself, but I didn’t care last night.”

   “Do I need to get some alcohol in your system, missy?” He raised an eyebrow and smiled mischievously.

   I rolled my eyes once more, and finally walked over into his arms. “I’ll only do it if you lead me again.”

   He nodded. “Give Me Everything” by Pit Bull and Ne-Yo came on next. He placed his hands on my hips, and started moving them around, synchronizing with his. I looked up at him, and blushed.

   “You’re a good dancer, Sam.” He lifted my head up, and kissed me softly.

   I turned down the radio. “I made breakfast.” I looked over to the toast. “Well, I’m making breakfast.”

   “I’ll help you.” He smiled, and went into the fridge. “You got eggs?”

   “Yeah, on the top shelf behind the milk.”

   He pulled out the milk and the eggs, and then set them on the counter. He looked around for a pan, and set it on the stove. He made scrambled eggs while I made toast and bacon. It felt like we were a married couple, making breakfast together. It felt great.

   “You ready with your eggs?” I looked over at him with a plate of bacon and a plate of toast in both hands.

   “Yeah; let me just get a plate for them.” He got a plate from the plates cupboard, and set the eggs on them neatly. “Let’s eat!”

   We ate in silence, and then ran upstairs to our separate rooms to get ready for the day. I chose to wear a tank top with a frog on it, black leggings, and a black tutu. I thought it was cute, and I was in the mood to dress crazy today. I straightened my hair, and started on my make-up. I put hot pink eye shadow on my top eye lid, and then winged out at the side with liquid eye liner. I repeated the process on the other eye, and then finished the look with clear lip gloss. I was ready for the day.

   He knocked lightly on the door before opening it slowly. He opened it all the way, and then chuckled.

   “You laughing at me, mister?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

   “No, just laughing at your tutu and frog shirt.”

   I cleared my throat jokingly. “It’s a tank top.”

   He laughed. “Oh, right, how did I mistake that?”

   I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. He walked over to me, and wrapped his arms around my torso. I smiled up at him, and started to blush lightly. He made me so nervous. I wasn’t sure why. He was just a bit intimidating. In a good way, but he was intimidating. He pulled his head down to kiss me, soft and sweet. It was like rose petals pressed against my lips. We stayed in a lip lock, just enjoying the moment. It was magical, but that was no surprise.

   “What’s the plan today?”

   I shrugged. “You need to get new clothes from your house.”

   He looked down at his jeans and white t-shirt and sighed. “I guess so.”

   “Why don’t you want to go back there?”

   “My mom is different around your dad.”

   “Oh…” I held his hands, and stared drawing circles in his palms with my fingers.

   “I just don’t want to have to deal with them.” He sighed, and watched me play with his hands.

   “I think you…and I…need to work things out with them. I want to go to your house sometimes too. I want a good relationship with my dad, too. I want to get on his good side so I can come over and see you.” I looked up into his diamond eyes.

   He looked up at me. “I know. I think I want that too.”

   I nodded. “Call my dad; he’ll pick us up, no doubt.”

   He nodded, and went back to the guest room. I sighed, and looked around my room. I looked over at my bed, and remembered the confusion that was circling in my head as I woke up this morning. I followed him to the guest room, and stood in the doorway as he picked up his phone, and started texting my dad. He looked up at me, and half-smiled.

   “Will you tell me what happened last night?”

   He smiled fully now, and nodded. “Well, you drank about three beers in the room. Do you remember the room?”

   “I remember drinking half a beer, and then blacking out.” I sat on the bed.

   “Okay, so, you drank about three other beers, and then you were…a lot of fun.” He chuckled. “You wanted to do so many things, and I was tempted to just let you do whatever. I realized you were drunk though, and I don’t think I would’ve wanted to do that and you not remember though, so I tucked you in, and hung out with Emmett and Dillon for the rest of the night.

   “Did you…never mind.” I shook my head. I wasn’t going to ask him if he was with other girls.

   “No.” He knew what I was going to ask. “I didn’t.” He smiled.

   I smiled back, and wrapped him in a hug. I didn’t want to let go. He was such an amazing guy. I was just not sure how we were supposed to publicly always be together, in love, like we were right now. I wanted our parents to know, and for them to gush about how cute we were together.

   “How are we supposed to tell them?” I asked.

   “Tell who what?”

   “Our parents…about us.”

   “I’m not sure…” He kissed the top of my head.

   “We need to figure it out.” I looked up at him with a worried expression.

   “I know…” He started playing with my hair.

   I sighed. “Want to just go to the park?”

   He nodded, and grabbed my hand. We walked downstairs, and out the door. We walked down the street with no physical interaction so that the neighbors didn’t assume. As we made our way down to the park, my dad texted Josh back.

   “He said he’ll be over to pick us up in the next two hours.” He stuffed his phone back in his pocket, and reached out his hand for me to grab.

   I grabbed it willingly, and started swinging our arms. I looked all around at the beautiful scenery surrounding me, and breathed in the fresh air. I was so content and at peace at the moment. I know I’ve said this a lot now, but Josh was all I needed.