《Sleeping with my Bestfriend》Chapter 2 - Movies and what?...More?
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I was starting to think Kyle's stomach was the same as one of a whale. The amount of food the boy consumed a day could virtually feed the whole neighbourhood, if possible.
At this moment we were in my room with me snuggled up in my small purple blanket—which I have called "blankie" since I was five years old. I was cuddling one of my teddy bears and Kyle was currently gorging himself on my chips, ben and jerry ice cream along with the sandwich he asked me to make for him.
I mean seriously I get that he was now an eighteen year old teenager with hormones increasing his need to eat, but the trouble I always got when my dad found his favourite protein bars missing was beginning to irritate me.
Needless to say that Kyle never even got a tad bit of weight gain whereas if I were to eat like him, in a few days I wouldn't even fit into my comfortable sweat pants and even socks. Yes socks.
"I think Christopher Walken overacted here a bit." Kyle said through a mouthful of chips.
One of the reasons of why I was snuggled in my sheets, clutching my teddy was because we were currently finishing off the last part of Sleepy Hollow. The movie terrified the life out of me every time but it was one of those movies that was my favourite because of the fact that Johnny Depp and Chris Walken were in it.
"Christopher Walken is amazing!" I bellowed, already getting offended by his remark.
"Keya, calm your tits I was referring to his character in here."
"You cannot just insult The Walken."
He smirked at me when the credits on my plasma TV suited right above my wall, opposite my bed, started rolling.
"It's just the way he talks." He defended himself.
"What about the way he talks?" I scowled.
"Keya, c'mon, you have to know what I'm talking about," he squashed himself closer to me.
"But that's what makes him The Walken, it's his way," I argued.
"Okay-okay fine. I do admit he is amazing but..."
"But?! There's no buts!" I shouted.
He grinned at me snidely for a while.
"Cheese." He said unexpectedly, but what was more unexpected was the change of in his accent. He sounded off and somehow so familiar that I could only laugh when he tried to imitate Christopher Walken.
"I like it." He continued. "Cheddar, Gouda you name it."
At this rate I was snort laughing in fits of giggles.
It's the fact that he was now actually off the bed doing the same surprised actions Christopher Walken would tend to do.
"It's interesting because cheese smells the same as feet. I like it. Ooh!" He continued.
"...stop! I can't." I tried to talk between another fit of laughter.
He chuckled at this and we were both laughing uncontrollably now.
"You should definitely consider voice interpretation as your vocation," I mocked as I straightened myself into a sitting position on the bed.
He made an upside down scowling face at me, his head was currently suited at my lap. And his whole body was sideways across the bed.
"Nah," He swatted his hand away.
Then he closed his eyes and breathed in, as if in relaxation, as if he were falling asleep.
I watched him for a moment, admiring how adorable he looked at the moment. His hair was plastered across his face and I couldn't help myself. I began stroking the locks back and they tangled themselves into one sexy mess.
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I took note of how he sighed and I rejoiced at the fact that it was my doing. I shifted myself closer and leaned my head a bit down.
He was truly stunning, his messy long eyelashes from his closed eyes fanned across his cheeks and his pink coloured lips were pursed as if in thought. They looked so invitingly tempting to kiss, that if he hadn't instantly opened his eyes. I think I would've done it.
When his eyes met mine, trapping me, I blushed as if I'd been caught doing something illicit. However, I thanked the colour of my skin for not making my blush evident.
He smirked, "You're blushing, what were you thinking of doing?"
Damn, how can he tell?
His smirk increased, "I can tell because you have this shy look every time you do. It's kind of cute." He answered my unspoken question.
Was he a mind reader now?
I frowned at him, "I am not blushing."
"Of course." He mocked sarcastically.
I groan inside. Why did it take now for him to make me feel this way? I never blushed for anybody. Ever!
Still annoyed at him—for whatever reason, I didn't know—I pushed him off my lap, in fact I pushed him so roughly that he fell on the carpeted floor in a thud.
I snickered in fits of laughter and my laughter increased when he got up from the floor rubbing his sore butt with a look of pure utter humiliation.
Two for Keya. One for Kyle.
I fell back on the bed and it was until I felt a dip on the bed and a body pressing upon me that I instantly stopped.
Kyle was on top of me. Freaking Kyle Reyes was on top of me.
Before I could even react, he took both of my hands and pinned them on top of my head and when I tried to move them, it was impossible.
"You're going to pay for that," his eyes gleamed a fierce green colour as he stared at me.
I couldn't even fathom what was happening, I was too engrossed on the fact that Kyle was sitting astride on top of me, his body was pressing me down. I could've lied if I said that this position didn't affect me the slightest... because it did. Oh it really did.
I found my breath hitching when he leaned down towards my face so that he was... probably twelve centimetres away from me.
"What are you going to do?" I asked feigning being scared.
His green eyes gleamed wickedly.
"What am I going to do?" he asked me rhetorically.
I squirmed, moving my body under him trying to free myself but he was too heavy to pull away from and he had a tight grip on both of hands.
Suddenly he repositioned both of my hands to one his hand whilst the other began other trailing from my arm all the way to my shoulder. His fingers left a burning sensation there.
His fingers stroked my arm up and down before moving to that dangerous territory that was my arm pits. My breath hitched as I felt an unwanted anticipation.
He smirked at my reaction, all the while our eyes are still locked into a cautious gaze.
"Don't do it." I warned him.
"Don't do what?" he feigned innocence but his eyes told me it all, they told of his impending evil plans.
I breathed in relief when he moved his hand away from my arm pit, however, my relief soon vanished when he moved those same fingers to the side of my body, lingering under my ribs. They stayed there for mere two seconds before moving all the way to my waist.
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He was quick with this because before I knew it, he launched those fingers back under my ribs and began the torture of tickling me.
I screamed and gasped at the sudden attack. That only made him increase in effort as he released my hands and used both of his hands now to tickle my other side.
I squirmed and trashed unable to breathe from the uncontrollable laughter that was erupting from me.
"Ky...Stop...I...can't..." I trashed under him, screaming and laughing at the same time.
He had the same wicked grin plastered on his face as he continued with his torment.
"Please...I...can't...breathe!"
He grabbed my hand when I tried using them to punch and shove him away. He locked both of them again with his one hand as the other continued to torture me.
I had to give it to him, the boy was strong, so strong in fact that my strength was nothing compared to his.
Tears were now pouring from eyes. It felt as if my stomach was on fire. I now understood that saying of "laughing until you felt a six pack forming" because I felt it. I felt the tightness of my abdominal muscles from this ordeal.
"Kyle!" I screamed at him but he ignored my pleas.
"Please!" I cried and laughed as he went for my armpits again.
Suddenly the door to my bedroom banged open cutting off my scream.
I saw the upside-down figure of my father on the door.
"Kyle stop torturing my daughter and Keya will please you stop screaming the place down!" My father barged into the room.
Kyle instantly got off me and off the bed. He went to stand near the bed, with his arms behind his back and his head bowed, staring at his feet.
"Hi, daddy!" I greeted my father as I shifted into a sitting position, breathing rapidly as if I've just ran a marathon.
My father stared suspiciously at the both of us, his deft fingers rubbing the dark stubble of beard that was recently growing.
He was a dark-skinned, tall and bulky man of forty five years of age and although he looked threatening, to me he was always my own personal teddy bear. Ever since I was young, when I didn't call him "Daddy or dad", I called him "Teddy". That was quite convenient considering his name was, Theodor Reynolds.
"What did she do now?" My father asked Kyle.
"Sir?" Kyle looked up at him in confusion.
Kyle still hasn't gotten over the formality when he spoke to my father. I'd introduced him to my family when Kyle was ten and I, just about to turn ten. Since then Kyle had always called my father in the lines of "Sir or Mr Reynolds". The amount of respect he had for my father was quite obvious, which made sense because my dad was the only father figure Kyle had in his life, and that was excluding the áss that was Robert Reyes, Kyle's father.
"It's usually Keya who's always the instigator," My father continued.
A ghost of a smile appeared on Kyle's face as both men turned and looked accusingly at me.
"That's so true." Kyle spoke.
I glared at both of them and they simultaneously burst out laughing.
I quickly got off the bed. "I'm telling mom that you guys are ganging up on me again!"
"Oh c'mon kiddo." My father folded his arms across his chest.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
"What were you guys doing anyway?" he asked.
"Watching a movie," I told him as I moved to my set of DVD's to pick another movie to watch.
"Alright, but please keep the noise down next time," he said.
I looked at him and began to motion for him to go.
He ignored me and started talking to Kyle about football and Xbox games. I tuned out of their conversation, glaring impatiently at the both of them. They were laughing, completely oblivious that I was in the room with them.
"Dad!" I interrupted them. "Go away."
My father only grinned at me, holding his hands up as if in surrender.
"Alright, alright. Just remember to come downstairs for dinner in two hours," he said.
"Is Mom cooking?" I asked warily. I remembered the last time my mother cooked. Well it's safe to say that we ended up having a take away that night whilst the fire fighters tried to calm the smoke from the kitchen.
"No, I am." My father scowled at the air as if remembering that day too. "Wouldn't want to burn down the house again." He winked at Kyle and me and then left my bedroom.
Kyle turned to me with a mischievous smirk on his face.
"Don't even think about it!" I warned him when he slowly walked towards me.
"Kyle I'll kill you!" I threatened when he put both of his arms out and wiggled his fingers.
His eyebrows shot up at my threat, and he grinned.
"Kill me?" he asked as if not believing me.
"Stay away. Don't even think about touching me!" My hands searched around for a weapon and I grabbed the first thing that came to contact. It was fluffy but I didn't pay attention to it
Kyle laughed when I pointed whatever it was that was on my hand. I looked away from him to the object and silently seethed to myself.
It was a teddy bear. A freaking teddy bear!
"Are you planning to kill me with... that?" he asked, his eyes crinkling with laughter. As I backed once more I became trapped against the wall and he was about a meter away from reaching me.
I stared at him with wide panicked eyes as I searched for an escape.
His whole face was gleaming with a wicked smile that only told me of his intentions.
I manoeuvred my body with the wall but he followed me suit.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and when I opened them again, I gave him a look he only knew too well not mess with.
Instantly he backed away holding both of his hands up in surrender.
"Okay, I won't tickle you. I got my revenge anyway," he said in serious tone but in those crinkle green eyes of his there was also mirth.
"Good."
"Good?" He smirked and then he went over to my bed and slumped down on it.
I just stood there staring at his form and admiring how long he was in my small double bed. I mean the guy was so tall he was practically leaning against my headboard and his feet still reached the end of my bed.
May I be damned but the boy looked so appealing and sexy; I could imagine myself on top of him and doing things that were not in the borderline of friendliness.
I shook my head as if to rid of the image.
"So what movie are we watching now?" he asked, opening his closed eyes to look at me.
I blushed again at being caught staring at him and quickly before he noticed that I was blushing I moved over to where my DVD's were stationed.
There was no doubt at all that I, Keya Reynolds, was attracted to my best of eight years, Kyle Reyes. I have realized now how I was starting to lust over him, but did he the same with me?
Some part of me told me yes, that maybe he was considering the offer I presented a while ago downstairs when I teased him. But then another part told me; No, he couldn't because he saw me as Keya Reynolds his awkward and somehow feisty best friend that needed protecting now and then when boys at school tried to get with her.
I wasn't stupid; I knew why half of the guys never looked at me twice. It was because they were scared of Kyle.
Why? Well, because they sort of looked up to the guy. He got all the girls swooning at his very presence and he was smart at the same time. Sometimes if he really wanted, Kyle could become so deadly that you wouldn't want to cross him. Obviously he would have admirers, and people wanting to have what he had.
I knew I wasn't that attractive but I wasn't ugly either. So while I was busy chasing after those guys, just for one of them to take my virginity; they were busy running away from me because of this boy right here, who was lying in my bed like he owned my freaking room.
So taking out the movie "Friends with Benefits" I stuck it on the player and then with confidence I strolled back towards my bed and layed next to him, draping my blankie around my waist.
"What did you put on?" Kyle asked looking down at me in confusion.
"You'll see," I told him vaguely as I watched the beginning of the movie.
"Oh fruck no!" Kyle swore as the scene began. "Friend's with benefits, really?!"
"Shh," I shushed him as I became engrossed to what was happening in the movie.
To be honest I've watched this movie so many times and to say it was one of my favourite, will be an understatement.
But there was a reason why I put it on right now and I could tell Kyle was suspicious about it because he kept on staring at me with narrowed eyes at every ten minutes.
I wasn't obliviously unaware of the irony that has presented itself between this movie and the situation I was in with him. And that was my whole reason of why I put it in the first place.
Half way through the movie I felt the weight of the bed shifting and before I was even aware of it; Kyle was on top of me, pinning my hands upwards, the same position as earlier before he tickled me.
I stared at him, wide eyed and panicking. I couldn't take another torture of tickles, my lungs were already sore enough from laughing so loud earlier.
"Why did you put this movie?" Kyle asked me in a threatening but alluring voice.
I swallowed the lump of my throat due to the close proximity we were in. If I were to move my head up by slightest then we'd be breathing the same air.
"I felt like watching it," I lied.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Really?"
It was obvious that he didn't believe me.
I nodded my head and licked my dry lips.
Now that was the mistake I regretted doing because Kyle shifted his gaze from my eyes to my lips. Sudden and unexpected tingling shivers shot through my spine, allocating to my stomach. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel any butterflies fluttering there. But, no, they weren't just fluttering; they were freaking bombarding my stomach with their wings.
He just stared at my lips and I became flustered because I didn't know what he was thinking. Seconds turned to minutes and his eyes still remained at my lips.
I was getting agitated now. And the fact that I couldn't move my body or arms due to him pinning them down didn't help either.
"Kyle..." I spoke after moments.
He quickly darted his eyes back to mine, clearing his throat and I gasped. His eyes were liquid green not just ordinary liquid but the liquid was molten green as if within the depths of his eyes, there were brimming with fire that was derived from the desire he was feeling.
Wait what? Desire? I was going out of my mind, was it possible that my wishful thoughts and my lust for him was now deluding my mind into thinking that he was feeling some desire for me.
Pfft! Yeah in my dreams.
But he still hasn't let me go and he was still gazing at me like I was some delicious fruit that needed to be devoured.
I wanted him to kiss me. I didn't care at that moment; I just wanted to feel his lips kissing mine.
Jesus Keya that's your freaking best friend! Some part of me thought. But the rest of me was dominated by the lustful hormones that were exploding in my blood.
So I couldn't help it but think of that. He was too sexy and his lips looked so inviting at the moment. Plus, he wasn't helping the situation either by occasionally licking his lower lip.
"K-Kyle," I croaked, my voice husky with...what lust?
"Yeah?" His voice too was raspy as mine but his were a sexy raspy that only made my insides tremble.
"Can I ask you a question?" I blinked a few times in order to free myself from his burning eyes.
"Yeah?" he repeated.
And it took a lot of will and courage to say what I had to say next and I had to close my eyes in order to avoid his eyes.
"If you weren't my best friend would...would you have done it, when I asked you to take my virginity?
Oh Dammit! Those words sounded a lot better in my head. I dreaded his answer. I couldn't even bear to look at him to see his reaction.
I felt the weight shifting off me and my hands being freed and that only meant one thing.
"Keya, look at me." his voice sounded clear now, his tone serious.
I shook my head refusing his command.
"Dammit! Keya please!" he begged.
Well since he begged. I tentatively opened my eyes to look at him.
He was scowling at me and I didn't even know if it was because of my question or because of my stubbornness.
He sat up and I followed his actions as I sat up from the bed.
He faltered his scowl to a frown but he was frowning down at my fisted hand on the bed instead of me. His looked serious.
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