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“Hey, you know what?” Everyone was sitting around, doing nothing, when Gerard spoke up. Six heads popped up and gave Gerard their attention. “We haven’t thrown Bob and Pen an engagement party yet!”
Pen laughed awkwardly. “Oh, you guys don’t have to do that. You’re here, and that’s enough.” She really wasn’t in the mood to go out or do anything; she just wanted the holiday to be over so they could go home.
“Seriously, guys,” Bob said, agreeing with his girlfriend. “It’s not necessary.”
“Aw, come on, Bob,” Demetri punched his cousin lightly on the shoulder. Mikey shot him a look through narrowed eyes; from the moment that Demetri had walked into the kitchen after the band’s arrival, Mikey had disliked him. Call it instinct, but there was just something about him that Mikey didn’t trust…
Pen fake-smiled up at Bob, and he smiled back. “Well…maybe we could just go out to dinner or something…”
A small cheer (you couldn’t exactly get a large cheer from a group of five) sounded in the room and everyone got up to get ready to go out. Pen managed to get into the shower first and promptly jumped back out when the water came shooting out at frigidly cold temperatures. “Holy shit!” she yelled compulsively.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Bob asked, knocking on the door when he heard his fiancée scream.
“The water’s fucking freezing!”
“Oh…right…I remember Aunt Maggie telling me that that shower’s broken. Sorry, babe. I guess no showering tonight.”
“What’s all the commotion?” Pen heard Demetri’s voice from the other side of the door, addressing Bob.
“The shower’s broken, and Penelope hates cold showers.”
“Well, she can use the shower in my room.”
“Great. You hear that, honey?” Bob called back to Penelope.
“Yeah…Are you sure?” She was still hesitant about trusting Demetri; she got the same vibe that Mikey did with that guy.
“It’s fine.”
And so, ten minutes later, Pen was taking a very brief shower in Demetri’s room, eager to get out as quickly as possible. She jumped out as soon as she had rinsed her hair and dried off. She wrapped a towel around her body, having left her clothes in her room. She rushed out of the bathroom, slamming into Demetri.
“Whoa, hey there, Penny. What’s the rush?”
“Well…I--uh…I just want to…to…um…”
“Whoa, whoa, chill out. Calm down, now.” His voice was so…smooth.
“Umm…” Pen felt so flustered whenever Demetri was around. Tall, dark, very handsome Demetri…No! Pen mentally slapped herself for even thinking such things. Never, never, never would she have eyes for anyone but Bob…right?
“Why are you so nervous?” Demetri asked quietly, moving closer without Pen realizing it.
“Well…” Pen gulped. “I…Umm…well--I…”
“Don’t be,” Demetri continued, placing his hands lightly, oh-so lightly, on Pen’s waist, and then sliding down to her hips. She gulped nervously. “Just relax…” His hands slid around back and up, to where Pen’s towel was folded in to keep it from falling. He grabbed it, breaking the fold and opening the towel as he leaned down and kissed his cousin’s fiancée.
Pen’s mind did not react immediately. When she felt Demetri’s lips on hers, she kissed back, not thinking, just doing. She slipped her hands around his neck and pulled him in closer, kissing him deeper, more passionately. It was when she felt the towel drop to her feet and Demetri’s hands on her bare skin that reality came flooding her mind with a wave of guilt. She jumped back and snatched up her towel, trembling and shaking, wrapping it messily around her body and rushing out as quickly as possible. She threw one last frantic glance back at Demetri, who was smiling slightly, and shrugging, as if to say, “Whatever.”
Pen got back to her room as quickly as possible, muttering nonsense and gibberish to herself. Bob was there, and she jumped and uttered a tiny gasp.
“Penelope?” asked Bob, looking at her oddly. “Are you alright?”
“Hmm? Umm…yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. I just…I--You…shaved! Yeah, you shaved; you know I love it when you shave,” Pen said, smiling and touching her boyfriend’s beardless face. He bought it, smiling back and holding her hand for a moment.
“As long as you’re happy,” he told her.
Which made her feel so much worse.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GERARD! Oh Lord, 33 years old and I'd still fuck him. So yeah, now that that's taken care of...Sorry this chapter is somewhat short...I don't know why I feel so much blockage with this story right now...It's really frustrating, especially since this is my frist sequel and it's not going so hot. Good grief. Oh well. I'll really try to get some sort of inspiration for this so you guys can actually enjoy reading, yeah? Awesome.
Bee-tee-dubs, for those of you who don't know, I've posted an original fiction on my account (m first), and I'd really appreciate if you'd check it out. So yeah, go to my profile to see it, it's called "Emotion in Motion." So yeah. That's all for now. New updates to come. OverAndOutxx
Pen laughed awkwardly. “Oh, you guys don’t have to do that. You’re here, and that’s enough.” She really wasn’t in the mood to go out or do anything; she just wanted the holiday to be over so they could go home.
“Seriously, guys,” Bob said, agreeing with his girlfriend. “It’s not necessary.”
“Aw, come on, Bob,” Demetri punched his cousin lightly on the shoulder. Mikey shot him a look through narrowed eyes; from the moment that Demetri had walked into the kitchen after the band’s arrival, Mikey had disliked him. Call it instinct, but there was just something about him that Mikey didn’t trust…
Pen fake-smiled up at Bob, and he smiled back. “Well…maybe we could just go out to dinner or something…”
A small cheer (you couldn’t exactly get a large cheer from a group of five) sounded in the room and everyone got up to get ready to go out. Pen managed to get into the shower first and promptly jumped back out when the water came shooting out at frigidly cold temperatures. “Holy shit!” she yelled compulsively.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Bob asked, knocking on the door when he heard his fiancée scream.
“The water’s fucking freezing!”
“Oh…right…I remember Aunt Maggie telling me that that shower’s broken. Sorry, babe. I guess no showering tonight.”
“What’s all the commotion?” Pen heard Demetri’s voice from the other side of the door, addressing Bob.
“The shower’s broken, and Penelope hates cold showers.”
“Well, she can use the shower in my room.”
“Great. You hear that, honey?” Bob called back to Penelope.
“Yeah…Are you sure?” She was still hesitant about trusting Demetri; she got the same vibe that Mikey did with that guy.
“It’s fine.”
And so, ten minutes later, Pen was taking a very brief shower in Demetri’s room, eager to get out as quickly as possible. She jumped out as soon as she had rinsed her hair and dried off. She wrapped a towel around her body, having left her clothes in her room. She rushed out of the bathroom, slamming into Demetri.
“Whoa, hey there, Penny. What’s the rush?”
“Well…I--uh…I just want to…to…um…”
“Whoa, whoa, chill out. Calm down, now.” His voice was so…smooth.
“Umm…” Pen felt so flustered whenever Demetri was around. Tall, dark, very handsome Demetri…No! Pen mentally slapped herself for even thinking such things. Never, never, never would she have eyes for anyone but Bob…right?
“Why are you so nervous?” Demetri asked quietly, moving closer without Pen realizing it.
“Well…” Pen gulped. “I…Umm…well--I…”
“Don’t be,” Demetri continued, placing his hands lightly, oh-so lightly, on Pen’s waist, and then sliding down to her hips. She gulped nervously. “Just relax…” His hands slid around back and up, to where Pen’s towel was folded in to keep it from falling. He grabbed it, breaking the fold and opening the towel as he leaned down and kissed his cousin’s fiancée.
Pen’s mind did not react immediately. When she felt Demetri’s lips on hers, she kissed back, not thinking, just doing. She slipped her hands around his neck and pulled him in closer, kissing him deeper, more passionately. It was when she felt the towel drop to her feet and Demetri’s hands on her bare skin that reality came flooding her mind with a wave of guilt. She jumped back and snatched up her towel, trembling and shaking, wrapping it messily around her body and rushing out as quickly as possible. She threw one last frantic glance back at Demetri, who was smiling slightly, and shrugging, as if to say, “Whatever.”
Pen got back to her room as quickly as possible, muttering nonsense and gibberish to herself. Bob was there, and she jumped and uttered a tiny gasp.
“Penelope?” asked Bob, looking at her oddly. “Are you alright?”
“Hmm? Umm…yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. I just…I--You…shaved! Yeah, you shaved; you know I love it when you shave,” Pen said, smiling and touching her boyfriend’s beardless face. He bought it, smiling back and holding her hand for a moment.
“As long as you’re happy,” he told her.
Which made her feel so much worse.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GERARD! Oh Lord, 33 years old and I'd still fuck him. So yeah, now that that's taken care of...Sorry this chapter is somewhat short...I don't know why I feel so much blockage with this story right now...It's really frustrating, especially since this is my frist sequel and it's not going so hot. Good grief. Oh well. I'll really try to get some sort of inspiration for this so you guys can actually enjoy reading, yeah? Awesome.
Bee-tee-dubs, for those of you who don't know, I've posted an original fiction on my account (m first), and I'd really appreciate if you'd check it out. So yeah, go to my profile to see it, it's called "Emotion in Motion." So yeah. That's all for now. New updates to come. OverAndOutxx
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