Alright guys! Here's my new story! The first part has a little pg-13 action going on, but it's not all going to be like that. It's just building the plot up!!! Hope you like it!

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Stumbling down the hall way, I try to keep my steps quite so I won’t wake up everyone else who is sleeping who are not being forced to go down to the kitchen to get a glass of water to wash down a nightmare. It’s the same thing every time: the night my dad left. I’ve managed to stop waking up screaming, but still, I have to walk it off if I hope of getting anymore sleep for the night, and since it is only one o’clock, my butt is going back to bed or else!

Even though my senses are acute from having the heart-racing wakeup call and my feet have finally found a steady, straight rhythm, it is still really dark; so when I get to the steps at the end of the hall, I forget that there are three steps instead of two which leaves me sprawled out on the floor because of my miscalculation.

I lay there breathless as I listen to make sure my loud thump from my fall didn’t wake any one up because I so do not want to explain this whole situation to anyone. Slowly, I crawl to my knees and eventually my feet. I can feel the welts rising on my knee and a little blood dripping down my palm. Great, all I can hope is that none got on the floor because I sure can’t see well enough to clean it up.

Finally, I manage to make it to the kitchen without further damaging myself or my surroundings, but I just stand there like an idiot because I can’t remember the layout of the kitchen sense they re-modeled it last week. Could this task get any more difficult? I feel like freaking Harry with the horcruxes! Alright this isn’t going to be difficult, just find a wall. My hand connects with something hard, but its’ weird. Do they make heated walls? Well, this is the twenty-first century after all. I run my hand up a little so that my hand is at a level where a light switch would normally be, but on the way up, the surface isn’t smooth; it has deep crevices. What the heck? It’s moving under my hand! I jump back, and by doing so, I land straight on my rump.

Light fills my vision, momentarily blinding me. Now my eyes and my butt hurt. This is the worst trip to get water ever. I think it’s one for the history books. Just as I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Cameron slowly fades into my vision as the momentary blindness subsides. Please tell me he just got here. He must have because if he didn’t that means that I was rubbing his chest and no one has a chest that defined. Only models have chests that defined and half of them are air brushed.

The look on his face tells me that I did just rub my hand over his impossibly perfect chest. That’s it I can’t control my embarrassment any more as the blush lights up my face like a red light which only gets brighter when he loses control himself and his smirk turns into full blown laughter. At least his volume is able to shake me out of my daze, as I jump up and cover his mouth with my hand until he finally calms down enough for me to remove it.

Only now that it is completely silent, I feel the awkwardness of the situation slip in. I mean I just groped Cameron, my best friend’s brother, in his kitchen. I can feel the blush sinking in as I scooch away from him and slide onto the nearest bar stool. Still neither of us says anything; we are just looking at each other. God, he is good looking. I mean it makes sense does make sense; Maria, my best friend, is drop dead gorgeous. Of course, anyone related to her has to be good looking, but he goes beyond good looking, he is a hot sexy ball of yumminess with his black hair that falls into his bright arctic blue eyes that are accentuated by a strong jaw line and a crooked nose that looks like it might have once been straight if it weren’t for it being broken once or twice. Somehow that crooked nose only adds to his sexiness; probably because it shows that he doesn’t really care enough to get it straightened like so many guys at our school. He’s comfortable with who he is because he knows he is sexy as hell.

Cameron clears his throat, and I realize, like the idiot that I am, that I have just been staring at him. Great, he probably thinks that his little sister’s best friend is some kind of freak. I open my mouth to say something to save myself from any more embarrassment, but no words come out. Now on top of staring, I’m popping my mouth open and close like an even bigger dunce; but what am I supposed to say ‘Oh pardon me Cameron, but what great abs you have’? I think not. Cameron is bending over laughing silently, having to clutch his mouth to keep sound from coming out.

“Did you say what I think you just said?” His voice is choppy due to laughter, but it still comes out deep and silky.

“I didn’t say anything.” Yep. Play the innocent fool, and make him question his sanity! Genius, pure genius! Mwuah ha ha ha ha!

“Yes. You did. You said ‘Oh pardon me Cameron, but what great abs you have.’ I heard you very clearly Panda.” At ‘Panda’ he starts grinning like a fool. I cannot believe he just reverted to using my childhood nickname!

“Most people call me Amanda now you know?” I shake my head, trying to put all blame on him. If the conversation focuses on my name, then we can all just forget about what I said about his abs.

“I’m not most people.” He gives me another crooked grin and begins to walk away. Yes! I am free! No more embarrassing situations for me! Woot woot!

Just as I thought I was in the end zone of the most stressful football plays of my life, Cameron blocks my touchdown stopping me short of the five yard lie by stopping in the hallway between the kitchen and living room doors. He doesn’t turn around all the way away, but he tilts his head just showing me that beautiful profile of his.

“And for future references Panda, you can run your hands up and down my ‘great abs’ any time you like.” With that and a final chuckle, he walks into the living room and out of my site, but a soft glow coming from the T.V. reminds me of his presence.

I cannot believe he just said that! It takes me a whole ten times of counting to fifty to calm down enough to get the water that was the original purpose of this late night endeavor. After chugging down two whole glasses, my heart has finally stopped trying to beat its way out of my chest which helps me to breathe easier.

That was the most I have been around Cameron since we were kids. I mean yes I spend practically every day in his house, but we never really crossed paths. There was a hello here, a see you there, and what’s up every once in a blue moon.

I wonder if he meant that I could run my hands up his abs any time; because if he was serious, I might just take him up on that offer right now.

Then it hits me like a ton of bricks: he was playing me for the fool that I am. He knew that that would get my hormones a boiling; that’s exactly why he said it because he knows how to get under a girl’s skin. Two can play that game.

Slipping off my long sweat pants that I pulled on before I left the room, leaving my long legs exposed in my soffe shorts, and my night shirt, revealing my tight tank top that my boobs are practically asking to be realized from, I check myself out in the mirror. Damn I am fine. My blonde hair is in a sexy disarray around my face, and there is a mischievous twinkle in my dark green eyes. Then I let my eyes wander down my body. My body is tight; there is no denying it. I run every morning, and work out every night, and do cheer practices and work outs five days a week on top of that. My muscles are firm and present, but not in a creepy, I’m a circus freak woman kind of way. Licking my lips so that they glisten, my final touches are done. I’m ready to go mess with one cocky boy’s head.

I saunter—that’s right saunter, not walk—into the living room where Cameron is sitting. All I can see is his head because he is facing the T.V. with his back to the door. That’s fine with me one extra second to prep; making sure I’m giving this everything I have, I roll down my soffe shorts waist band so that my butt is practically falling out and a thick strip of my stomach and lower abdomen is now exposed. Just making sure, I get his full attention, I roll up my tank top so that it exposed my pierced belly button which no one knows about, but according to Maria, boys go crazy over. Here goes nothing.

I’m standing directly behind him, and he is so engrossed in some stupid movie on the television that he doesn’t feel me standing there. That’s just not acceptable sweetheart. I walk around the couch and stand directly in front of him. His mouth drops open as his eyes rake over my body. There we go; that’s the attention I deserve. I squat down and run my hand up his outer right thigh, letting it rest there for a moment as I look into his eyes and lick my lips before reaching over and grabbing the remote to mute the television.

Before I know what he is doing, he pulls me down on top of him so that I’m straddling him; his hands never leaving my hips.

“Amanda what are you doing?” His voice is husky as all get out. Can you say ‘turned on’?

Running my fingers lightly up and down his chest, I say, “You said that I could run my hands up and down your body any time I wanted.” I see him take a big gulp and struggle to say something witty back. I keep running my fingers up and down, waiting for him to respond.

“I said chest.” Oh crap, he did. Play dumb, I mean he is having issues thinking as it is.

“Hm?” I can see some strength coming back to him now.

“Chest. I said you could run your hands up and down my chest not my body.”

Giving him a coy smile, I let my fingers roam over his arms and legs. “Well maybe I adjusted the sentence to fix my wants.” That sounded so stupid, but he bought it. His hands move from my hips up my back, and that’s when I freeze.

“What? Why’d you stop Panda?” He knows I hate that nickname! That’s it. Now I’m really going to mess with him. I shake my head, signaling nothing is wrong. He gives me a curious look as if he doesn’t believe me, but he is now distracted by my hand which is roaming up and down his chest, dangerously close to the top of his pants. I hear him take in a quick breathe, and all my strength is being focused into not smiling. Lowering myself onto his lap a bit to get more comfortable, I feel something greet me. Are all guys that big? I swear, I don’t know how his zipper isn’t breaking. Slowly, I begin to grind our crotches together, and if it’s possible his pants get bigger. I think I got him just where I want him.

He goes to run his hands up my shirt, but I stop him when he touches my hips. Grabbing his wrists, I move them back onto the couch and away from my body.

“Let me touch you Amanda.” His voice comes out deep and extremely husky.

Hearing him say my name makes chills radiate throughout my body. Who knew my name could sound so sexy? Alas, I must not succumb to the temptation that is Cameron. I’m here messing with him for once, and I have him just where I need him to land the low blow.

“You might have said I could touch you Cameron, but I never gave you any such permission.” Giving him my best slut smile, I begin to start tracing the contours of his chest again. I really should stop this because it is getting hard to focus on the task of getting even with him. Instead, I can’t help thinking what those abs would look like without a shirt covering them. Because I’m lost in thought, I am not paying close attention to Cameron, so I miss it when his hands slide up under my shirt making their way to my bare back. I arch my back in appreciation of his hands, but then I realize what is going on. Cameron is touching my bare back with his hands, his hands! I jump off of his lap so fast it makes me a little dizzy, but I quickly regain balance and begin walking towards the stairs.

I hear Cameron behind me. “What the hell Panda? Where are you going?” His hand is wrapped around my wrist, but I shake him off and head back to Maria’s room. “I told you that you couldn’t touch Cameron. You touched. I walked. Goodnight.” With that I walked away, leaving an awestruck Cameron behind me.

If I’m being honest with myself though, I had to walk away when I did because if I didn’t things would have gone way too far, and trust me I would have let him go way too far. I had to stop because my planned backfired on me. Cameron wasn’t the only one turned on. Then again, I’ve been in love with him for my whole life. What did I expect?

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**NOTE**10/28/13--Hey guys, before you go on reading, I've been getting a lot of comments about errors and inconsistencies in the story. I really appreciate it when you point them out because it'll help me in the long run whenever I go about editing this thing. Just remember, this is the very FIRST draft of the story. I sat down at my computer and just wrote each chapter. There was no planning. There was no editing. It was posted as I wrote it, and I never did more than just check it for BIG mistakes (and I know I missed some).