Title; Sweet Nothings
Summary; She loved to twist his words. Especially when he said such corny things.

Warnings; Bad writing, speed-editing, FIRST PERSON POINT OF VIEW, hetero, lack of plot/storyline
Notes; And this is what I would totally do if anyone said these sayings to me. :) I thought I’d make a little not-quite-story out of them and keep myself entertained.

He loved to whisper in my ear. The words he said were probably the words every girl wanted to hear. The sweet nothings that made a girl swoon and sigh and want to melt in his arms. The kind of sayings that made her heart flutter and threaten to be shot by Cupid.

But I couldn’t stand them. If there was one thing I disliked about my boyfriend, it was the fact that he said these corny sayings with such honesty and adoration. I had to constantly fight the urge to stomp off, angry and disappointed. I never could, though. If he could handle my nosiness and desire to mess with everyone’s lives, then I could definitely handle his husky whispers of corny sayings.

It didn’t mean I couldn’t twist them around, though. And I did that whenever I had the chance.

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“Hey, beautiful,” he said one day. I kept wondering if that was his favorite way to greet me – with a compliment. I didn’t bother voicing that thought; I just opened the door wider.

“Come on in,” I said. Once he complied, I shut the door behind him. My parents weren’t home; we both knew that. But I was seventeen, for goodness sakes! I could definitely handle myself with a guy that had never even appeared to want to go to second base. (In other words, a prude.)

It wasn’t long before we were cuddling on the couch watching some movie. It wasn’t a movie I’d normally watch, and I wasn’t sure if it was one he did. But some corny, romance movie I didn’t bother to catch the name of held his complete attention.

That was, of course, until the credits rolled, and his lips brushed against my ear. I was wrapped in his arms, laying on my side, and resisting the urge to groan. I knew what was coming.

“I’d do anything for you.” His breath tickled my cheek, but the warmth was something strangely enthralling. I loved that husky voice he had when he whispered, and I could just imagine his eyelashes fluttering and his soft lips curling into a smile.

“Oh yeah?” I countered, and I’d bet any money he knew what was coming. “How about cutting off your own hand because I wanted to blend it into my raspberry smoothie and see how it tasted?”

I couldn’t help my own smile as he chuckled. His chest rumbled against my back, and his voice boomed in my ear. It was very unpleasant, but I wasn’t sure I minded.

“If you actually have a cannibal-spasm like that, I think I’d doubt your sanity.” A laugh escaped my lips as I choked back a reply of doubting my own sanity already.

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I grabbed the ice cream cone handed to me and smiled graciously. Chocolate was my favorite flavor. Oh, boy, did he know me too well. It would’ve been the perfect delivery if not for the “a sweet for my sweet” line he said.

“Mm, hey, Blake,” I said, taking a big lick from my chocolate ice cream. He turned to me, showing me I had his full attention. “My parents invited you over for dinner Friday. You wanna come, or should I tell them you can’t?”

“Of course I wanna go!” His voice was just so excited that I couldn’t not believe him. “Why would I not want to go to dinner with your family?” He leaned in closer as I took a bite out of my ice cream, ignoring the freezing burn in my teeth and gums. “You’re my everything.”

I stuck my chocolate-covered tongue out at him. “What about food and shelter? They fall under the category ‘everything,’ and I sure as hell hope you don’t plan on eating me or using me as an umbrella, or something.”

“Ah, Kaylee, ye of little faith.” He smirked at me, – and what a ridiculously condescending look it was, – and I wanted to wipe it off his face. But he just smiled and pushed his own cone toward me. “I got the new ‘flavor of the week’ this time. Can you guess what it is?” Blake gave me a challenging look, and I knew I couldn’t back down. I had told him weeks ago I could guess any ice cream flavor, and I had to give him some proof.

“You’re on!” And I took a lick of his ice cream.

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I stood outside next to Blake. It was my family’s annual vacation up to the cabin we owned near the mountains. We spent every Christmas in those cabins. But that day it was possibly the first time I’ve ever not wanted to go.

Blake pulled me into a tight hug, burying his head in my hair. My family was waiting for us to say our goodbyes while they loaded up the car. I wasn’t sure if I could even say goodbye. Two weeks without talking to or seeing Blake at all? It’d most definitely get boring without him. But it wasn’t an option to bail, so I hugged him back and prepared for the inevitable.

“Bye, Blake. It’ll only be two weeks. Have a merry Christmas.” I moved to pull back, but his arms were wrapped too tightly around me. I sighed heavily, wondering how long this would take. My family was going to get annoyed soon if I didn’t hurry up.

But when he chuckled in my ear, I could have cared less about my family. “You know,” he started in that husky whisper I loved, “you really are one in a million.”

I groaned. That was not how I wanted to leave. “I’ll keep that in mind. Maybe I’ll get in a car crash while I’m at it. Those are only, like, what, one in a hundred? Even less, maybe. Guess I have a better chance of offing myself before I get to the cabin if I’m ‘one in a million.’”

His laugh was all I needed to hear to know he wasn’t taking that one too harshly. In a moment he pulled away and planted a chaste kiss on my lips. “I’m gonna miss you, Kaylee.”

I smiled. “Finally, some truth.” I gave him a kiss back; I had to stand on my tip-toes to do so, but I managed. “I’m gonna miss you, too.”

That was all the goodbye I needed as I moved out of his hold, got in the van, and waved from my window. He waved back, mouthing something I couldn’t understand. I’d bet all my money it was another sweet nothing, so I stuck my tongue out, smiling all the while.

The car drove away like that; him mouthing sweet nothings, and me twisting them around.

Notes; I’m sorry. I don’t even know. I butcher everything I touch. I effin’ suck at first POV. Review?