Wolf
A Night Of Katherine Heigl
"Ugh...Katherine Heigl is just... yes. I don't know how to describe it."
"Jeez, Hazz. Shut up so I can watch the movie!" We were watching One For The Money in my room and Harry just kept going on about Katherine Heigl in the bathroom scene.
"But she's just so--"
"STOP!" I interrupted him by jumping on his back and covering his mouth.
"Ewwww, Dyl. Your hand taste like brownies." He mumbled under the palm of my hand.
"Why are brownies ewww?" I gave him a confused look. How could you not like brownies?
"Not the actual brownie." He flicked my forehead. "The fact that I just tasted your hand."
"Oh, please. We did blood brothers when I was seven."
"Yeah but, that was like ten years ago."
"So?" We were interrupted by the sound of a car exploding on my TV screen.
"So, that was a long time ago. Now let me watch the movie."
"Fine... on one condition."
"What is it woman? I'm watching my future wife here." I laughed at his expression, and the simple fact that he'd just called Katherine Heigl his future wife. Boys were always more of dreamers than doers.
"Give me a massage! My muscles are still screaming from that work out in dance." He honestly gave the best massages! He could have been paid big money to work his magic hands!
"Ugh. Fine." He sat up in my bed and I moved into his lap. Good thing he's so tall. Harry was pushing 6'3, had a head full of curly bed hair and pretty green eyes. As some girls say, his deep voice was seductive.
To me, that's just weird. Harry's been my best friend since day care. I was 4 and he was 5. So going on 13 years now. Don't get me wrong, he was gorgeous and had an adorable British accent since we were in London, me just moving here because of my father's job, but no. Just...no.
He started to rub my shoulders, his thumbs moving in a circular motion between my shoulder blades and a sigh escaped my mouth. Oh, well. My tense upper body relaxed at his touch while he kneaded at my knots and tensed areas. Ah, this is why I keep him around.
His elbow began massaging patterns on my back. I moaned softly. Shit... he's going to start messing with me about this. I can't just go around moaning and stuff, letting him know he's doing a good job! Plus, Harry's got a huge ego.
"Hey, can you shut up? I'm watching." Or maybe he's only half paying attention and getting irritated...
As he rubbed my shoulders, I moaned louder, knowing it'd piss him off.
"The fuck, Dylan! I'm watching this!" He's so not paying attention!
"I just like to irritate you, Harold." I smiled wickedly as I say his full name, then I threw my head back and moaned in his face.
"Did you just...?" I gaped at him. This mothasucka did not just... did he? Is he that crazy?
"Yes, yes I did." This douche bag had flicked my damn nose! "What are you gonna do about it? Oh wait, no. Hold on." The screen lit up with yet another Katherine scene.
I got up from my perch on Harry's lap and searched for the remote. His eyes stayed glued to the screen. Perfect. I clicked the power button and the screen went black.
At first, he didn't move. Then, he began to slowly turn his head toward me.
"Did you just...?"
"Oh, yeah." Next thing I knew, he was off the bed, holding my arms behind me with one hand, and pressing the power button with the other. My face was firmly planted in the soft comforter of my Queen sized bed. Where did he learn this shit?
"Don't mess with my movie mode, Dyl." He planted a sloppy, wet kiss on my cheek.
"Gross!" Once he let me go, I wiped his slobber off with my hand.
"You loved it." He said as I sat down.
"You wish. You're such a dork." I bumped him lightly with my shoulder as he filled the space next to me.
"Yeah, yeah. But you love me anyway." I wrinkled my nose, but he knew I did. He's my best friend. Always has been, always will be. Look at me, getting all mushy. A thought suddenly occurred to me.
"Hey are you staying the night?"
"Yeah. Don't I always?"
"Well, yeah but I didn't think Hussie of the Week would approve." He smirked at my nickname for his current girlfriend.
"I broke up with her last night."
****
I laid in my bed as night took over, unable to fall asleep. Harry laid asleep on my floor.
Bump.
What the hell? Tell me that wasn't creepy...
Keep calm, Dylan. It was just your imagination.
Bump.
No, the hell, it wasn't! What do I do?
Bump!
Shit! I jumped out of my bed and shook Harry awake.
"Harry? Wake up, please!"
"Mm... what, Dylan?"
"I heard a noise. A creepy one."
"What can I do?" He sat up and rubbed the back of his neck, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.
"Will you stay in my bed tonight?"
"Sure. If it'll help."
"Thanks, Hazz."
"No prob." I climbed back into my bed, and he scooched in beside me. He wrapped his arms around me and I rested my head on his warm, bare chest.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"It might sound childish, but thanks for being here."
"It's what I'm here for, love." I fell into a deep sleep.
"Jeez, Hazz. Shut up so I can watch the movie!" We were watching One For The Money in my room and Harry just kept going on about Katherine Heigl in the bathroom scene.
"But she's just so--"
"STOP!" I interrupted him by jumping on his back and covering his mouth.
"Ewwww, Dyl. Your hand taste like brownies." He mumbled under the palm of my hand.
"Why are brownies ewww?" I gave him a confused look. How could you not like brownies?
"Not the actual brownie." He flicked my forehead. "The fact that I just tasted your hand."
"Oh, please. We did blood brothers when I was seven."
"Yeah but, that was like ten years ago."
"So?" We were interrupted by the sound of a car exploding on my TV screen.
"So, that was a long time ago. Now let me watch the movie."
"Fine... on one condition."
"What is it woman? I'm watching my future wife here." I laughed at his expression, and the simple fact that he'd just called Katherine Heigl his future wife. Boys were always more of dreamers than doers.
"Give me a massage! My muscles are still screaming from that work out in dance." He honestly gave the best massages! He could have been paid big money to work his magic hands!
"Ugh. Fine." He sat up in my bed and I moved into his lap. Good thing he's so tall. Harry was pushing 6'3, had a head full of curly bed hair and pretty green eyes. As some girls say, his deep voice was seductive.
To me, that's just weird. Harry's been my best friend since day care. I was 4 and he was 5. So going on 13 years now. Don't get me wrong, he was gorgeous and had an adorable British accent since we were in London, me just moving here because of my father's job, but no. Just...no.
He started to rub my shoulders, his thumbs moving in a circular motion between my shoulder blades and a sigh escaped my mouth. Oh, well. My tense upper body relaxed at his touch while he kneaded at my knots and tensed areas. Ah, this is why I keep him around.
His elbow began massaging patterns on my back. I moaned softly. Shit... he's going to start messing with me about this. I can't just go around moaning and stuff, letting him know he's doing a good job! Plus, Harry's got a huge ego.
"Hey, can you shut up? I'm watching." Or maybe he's only half paying attention and getting irritated...
As he rubbed my shoulders, I moaned louder, knowing it'd piss him off.
"The fuck, Dylan! I'm watching this!" He's so not paying attention!
"I just like to irritate you, Harold." I smiled wickedly as I say his full name, then I threw my head back and moaned in his face.
"Did you just...?" I gaped at him. This mothasucka did not just... did he? Is he that crazy?
"Yes, yes I did." This douche bag had flicked my damn nose! "What are you gonna do about it? Oh wait, no. Hold on." The screen lit up with yet another Katherine scene.
I got up from my perch on Harry's lap and searched for the remote. His eyes stayed glued to the screen. Perfect. I clicked the power button and the screen went black.
At first, he didn't move. Then, he began to slowly turn his head toward me.
"Did you just...?"
"Oh, yeah." Next thing I knew, he was off the bed, holding my arms behind me with one hand, and pressing the power button with the other. My face was firmly planted in the soft comforter of my Queen sized bed. Where did he learn this shit?
"Don't mess with my movie mode, Dyl." He planted a sloppy, wet kiss on my cheek.
"Gross!" Once he let me go, I wiped his slobber off with my hand.
"You loved it." He said as I sat down.
"You wish. You're such a dork." I bumped him lightly with my shoulder as he filled the space next to me.
"Yeah, yeah. But you love me anyway." I wrinkled my nose, but he knew I did. He's my best friend. Always has been, always will be. Look at me, getting all mushy. A thought suddenly occurred to me.
"Hey are you staying the night?"
"Yeah. Don't I always?"
"Well, yeah but I didn't think Hussie of the Week would approve." He smirked at my nickname for his current girlfriend.
"I broke up with her last night."
****
I laid in my bed as night took over, unable to fall asleep. Harry laid asleep on my floor.
Bump.
What the hell? Tell me that wasn't creepy...
Keep calm, Dylan. It was just your imagination.
Bump.
No, the hell, it wasn't! What do I do?
Bump!
Shit! I jumped out of my bed and shook Harry awake.
"Harry? Wake up, please!"
"Mm... what, Dylan?"
"I heard a noise. A creepy one."
"What can I do?" He sat up and rubbed the back of his neck, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.
"Will you stay in my bed tonight?"
"Sure. If it'll help."
"Thanks, Hazz."
"No prob." I climbed back into my bed, and he scooched in beside me. He wrapped his arms around me and I rested my head on his warm, bare chest.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"It might sound childish, but thanks for being here."
"It's what I'm here for, love." I fell into a deep sleep.
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12/25/13