The Boy Down the Street

I rubbed my eyes and thought about last night's dream. Then I shuddered. I got up, put on my tightest jeans, put my hair up in a messy bun, and slipped on a hoodie over my white bra. I picked up my black bag and walked out to the kitchen. No one else was up. I left a note saying," Went for a walk, Love Ky." I slipped on my brown ankle boots and walked outside. I took a breath of fresh air and walked down the street. "What the hell?" I asked my self, squinting. I saw Zayn, spray painting the mailbox."Shit!" I said. I sprinted over there. "What the hell are you doing!!!" I yelled at him, yanking back his right shoulder. "What the fu- oh hey doll!" Zayn said enthusiastically. He looked down at my almost D cups and smiled. This hoodie was a little tight in that area. I put my index finger under his chin and lifted it up to meet my blue-green eyes. "Ahem. My eyes are up here. Anyways, what the hell are you doing?!" I looked at his writing. It said "Bradford bad boi". "Well what can I say? I'm just a bad boy." Zayn said with a straight face. I sighed and looked in to his dark eyes."No Ky!" My brain told me. I sighed and rubbed my eyes. During this time Zayn just leaned against the mailboxes, staring at me with admiration. "Follow me." I said with frustration in my voice. I walked to his open garage, found some paint remover and shoved 2 cubes of it at him. I grabbed 2 for myself and we walked back over to the mailbox. "Help me get this off." I ordered. "Kay' mum." Zayn said, struggling to keep his cool and not laugh. I pressed my finger to the paint and found it was dry. I knealt down and started working at the paint. Zayn just looked at me smiling. "Ahem." I said sternly. "Right." Said Zayn, mesmerised. Zayn knealt down and started working at the paint too. "So. When did you move hear and why?" I asked. "Uh,my dad got a job here." He answered. He had tatoos, which I hadn't noticed when I first met him. Right now he wore skinny jeans with a soft gray tee with a straw fedora. "We just moved here yesterday." He said with a smirk. I looked down. My bra was half way showing. "Shit! Sorry." I said biting my lip nervously. Before I could look back my work, Zayn had his arm around my waist, his hand on the nape of my neck, and his mouth smashed into mine. I felt my cheeks redden. Zayn let go and went back to removing the paint, as if nothing had happened. . But it had. "What the hell was that?" I demanded. "A kiss" Zayn said nonchalantly. "Why? I barely know you!" I shouted. Just then, he pulled me into another heart lifting kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I let him. "Kyliette Rose Patterson!!!" A high pitched voice yelled. Shit.

Notes

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