Only With You
"Oh yeah," Isaac Pereira drawled as he was doing the push ups, but he still managed to look good and casual. I swear I have no idea how they pull it off. "I know Karalee Harper." He grunted and shot me a look. I returned it with a blank stare before smiling and shaking my head. "She's sexy as hell but damn, her attitude is a total turn off."
I burst out laughing at that. "Like that's ever stopped you," I tossed at him.
He stopped his push ups and sat on his rear, laughing at me. "You got me there, Nickerson. Pass that to me, will you?"
Without tearing my gaze from the wall at the other end of the gym, I reached to my side and tossed him his ice cold water bottle. He grunted his thanks and I just shook my head to that. Men are all pigs, I swear. But there are good people out there. I mean, Isaac can be a total pain in the arse, and he has this over the top cocky attitude that you're just forced to smack him silly—and did I mention how flirtatious he is? He's a walking sex magnet. I just stare sadly at girls who throw themselves at him.
I'm, of course, totally immune to his, um, charm. It comes with being friends with Anthony. They're both players and they're always with girls, but damn if they're not sweet. You know, you just gotta search real deep, that's all.
"Is she nice, at all?" I asked, tearing my gaze from the wall to look at Isaac. He looked at me from the corner of his eye.
"Why the sudden interest?" he lifted an eyebrow. "And isn't she, what, in college right now? How could you guys possibly know each other? I do remember Anthony telling me not to tell you about her," he mused thoughtfully as he scratched the back of his head.
I gawked. "You knew they were dating?"
"Well . . . Yeah."
I picked up his other hard as ice water bottle and threw it at his head. I grinned triumphantly when his face kissed the floor. "That's for . . . Um, it slipped," I decided instead and shot him a bright persuasive grin when he lifted his head to glare daggers in my direction. "What?" I asked defensively.
"Pure evil," he grunted.
"I resent that."
"You always do," he rolled his eyes. I chortled. "But whatever, Nickerson," he waved me off. I quirked an eyebrow. "You don't have to worry about anything. Tony told me about that encounter with Karalee; she won't do anything. And they were just together back then for obvious reasons," he stressed, staring hard at me. I stared back blankly. He sighed, "Sex, Carrie. Sex."
"I knew that," I flushed. I wrinkled my nose then, "And can you please not talk about that? It's really disturbing."
"You asked," he shrugged and got up to grab the towel beside me. I watched him for a moment before averting my eyes to watch other men lift weights or run around the gym, trying to get into shape. He sat down heavily beside me and I wrinkled my nose. He noticed this and smirked. "I don't smell so don't say nothin'."
"I wasn't going to," I muttered.
"Why are you even here?" he asked, looking at me.
"Am I not wanted?" I gasped dramatically. "You can just say so and I'll be on my way. I mean, Isaac, buddy. I come here with you every two weeks."
"Oh yeah . . ." he said, realization dawning on his face. I resisted the urge to slap my forehead for his stupidity. "But you're usually her with Tony. What happened to him?"
I frowned a little, leaning back. "Actually, I don't really know. I didn't see him since yesterday at the school's funfair thing. And then he left with Natasha . . . I'm supposed to see him tonight, but now I'm not sure," I recapped.
"He'll come around," Isaac drawled lazily. I nodded and leaned back, making my back meet the wall behind me.
Yawning, I tilted my head to one side thoughtfully. My mom and Karalee's dad seems to be getting real serious. And my mom is humming. She never hums. I asked her if she was all right and she just shot me an amused look before sighing happily and kissed my cheek before walking (I call it gliding) out of the kitchen. Oh, yeah.
She was in love.
I mean, I'm not against that or anything. I'm not, seriously. Even if she didn't think that she was, she's in deep. You can tell with just the way her eyes are much more brighter than usual, or the way she pays more attention to her surroundings. And, oh God, there was this one time I answered the phone and it was Derek. I lazily called out to my mom and she was there in a flash with the brightest grin ever.
Picture me staring blankly at the sudden transformation of my mother. And yes, I was scared.
"Ow!" I abruptly shrieked when I felt the sharp slap of a towel against the back of my head. Groaning, I opened my eyes and saw Tony greeting Isaac with a smirk as they exchanged those funky handshakes. My best friend's eyes landed on me and he was soon sprawled on the floor. I grinned triumphantly. "Ha, take that."
"Nickerson, you damn witch," he glared, grabbing the water bottle in which I used to knock him down.
"She did that to me too," Isaac drawled out amusedly.
Tony just shook his head and stood up, dumping his duffle bag on the bench we were sitting at and proceeded to strip himself of his sweater. Clad in his white wife beater shirt and baggy shorts, you can practically sense more eyes turning our direction. I mean, Isaac was drawing a lot attention, but now that Tony's here . . . I don't even know why I'm in this place.
"Where were you," I asked lazily. "I'm talking to Natasha's friends, and the next thing I know you're gone with Natasha."
"You ditched Carrie?" Isaac asked in disbelief. I laughed instantly at the look on his face, but the two guys seemed to share a conversation with just one look.
"Oh, don't worry about it," I waved him off. "I thought it was cute," I said, smiling widely at my best friend.
He stared at me weirdly and I heard Isaac just groan and mutter something under his breath. Isaac breathed out slowly before turning to me. "Carrie . . ." he said slowly, "you think that two teenagers who left you—one of them being your best friend, mind you—to have hot sex behind a booth is . . . cute?"
I choked on my spit just when Anthony began to punch Isaac against the wall. "Don't talk to her about those things!" Tony hissed.
"My ears. . ." I moaned. I turned slowly and stared at Anthony with a really weird look on my face. He felt my gaze and stared back. A semi disgusted slash horrified expression slipped in. "Mentality sucks," I muttered under my breath as I tore my eyes away from him.
"What? Car, it's not true!" he exclaimed.
I snorted. "I take back the cute thing."
"Damn you, Pereira, look what you did!"
"Sorry," Isaac cracked up. "I'm playing, Car. They just kissed passionately under a tree," he shrugged. There was a thump and I turned to see Isaac sprawled on the floor muttering curses under his breath as Anthony began to mutter viciously under his breath in a different language. Tony turned to me suddenly and I found myself staring into his green eyes quizzically.
"I . . . I don't like her in that way, all right?" he sighed, running a hand through his hair. I quirked an eyebrow. He saw this expression and just smiled a little, shaking his head. Isaac grunted, getting up from the floor and leaned forward on the bench.
"Yeah, yeah, he doesn't, Nickerson. I was kidding about kidding," he said with a smirk.
"Your vocabulary astounds me," I drawled.
"She wanted to just be alone," Tony told us stiffly. We turned our heads to his direction. "We . . . talked. That's it."
I gasped, "Oh, my God. Tony, you know what this means, don't you?" My best friend stared at me blankly. I smirked at his expression. "The fact that you didn't do your sexual . . . activity means that you're getting more serious about the said relationship and want to know the person behind . . . um," I trailed off, twitching.
Tony watched me amusedly, "What was that, beautiful?"
"Uh . . . Damn. Come back to me when I'm not feeling awkward about this conversation," I muttered. Isaac snickered.
"You're wrong," Tony told me. I gave him a look. "She wanted to start something. I didn't," he redeemed himself. I smiled at him amusedly. He caught my look. "What, it's true," he defended himself.
"So you flirt with her, and then leave her hanging," I mused.
"What? No. No, you're wrong," he got out.
"Andrews, you player, you," I teased.
He stared at me before sighing and turned to Isaac who was watching us amusedly. "She doesn't believe me, does she?" he asked blankly.
"Not one bit, buddy," Pereira grinned wickedly. "It's fun, though, watching you talk in circles . . ."
"Shut the hell up, Pereira," Andrews tossed at him.
"Do you even like her?" I asked sceptically. Both guys stopped talking in sudden low voices before turning to look at me at the same time. I gave them both questioning looks and in which Isaac just shook his head disbelievingly with a laugh while Tony muttered something under his breath as he ruffled his hair with a sigh. "What?" I exclaimed when they shared a look.
Isaac looked at me amusedly, "It's funny that you're so damn good in all your classes, but when it comes to reality . . ."
I glared at him.
"I agree," Tony said. I turned my deadly glare to him. He just held his hands up in front of him. "Fine. You want to know why I didn't start anything with Natasha?" My glare slowly slipped off, taking note of the serious glint in his eyes as he stared me down. I looked at Isaac from the corner of my eye who just shrugged. He glared a little, and I sensed frustration in his aura.
"Um, why?" I asked cautiously. Trick question, or not?
"Because of you."
For one second, I felt my heart stop and I'm speechless. Of course, that was only for one second. I quickly gathered my calm posture and just lifted an eyebrow with an amused smile on my face. Tony just stared at me blankly before sighing and turned, walking over to the weight section of the gym.
I realize then I might've done something wrong.
I stared after him. "Um . . . Isaac, did I do something?" I asked slowly, turning to the said boy. He was still staring at me amusedly. "What?" I asked defensively.
"Dude, Carrie," he stressed out, his tone laughing. I frowned a little. "You are so damn naïve, it's hilarious."
I gasped, offended. "I am not naïve!"
"You know that Tony hasn't slept around or even leered at a girl ever since that bet thing going on between the two of you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "It may seem like it, but he's really trying. He just gets like that around a girl. But damn, he's resisting like hell," he whistled. I stared at him blankly. "It's because of you that he didn't start anything with Natasha. Sure, Natasha advanced on him and all that, but he just spoke to her . . . without flirting and all that," he said. "It's kind of amusing," he said thoughtfully.
"Because of me?" I repeated blankly.
I shook my head, almost forcing myself to not believe it. But even when I turned my head away from Isaac, I couldn't stop the smile that suddenly came on my face.
I frowned, pushing away the nagging feeling at the back of my mind as I picked up the remote and changed the channel. I settled on some random movie on this random channel and began to watch blankly. Something was bothering me. I was supposed to be doing something right now but I'll be damn if I remember . . .
What the hell was it?
Sighing, I shook my head and forced myself to concentrate. I've completed all my homework, I did all my chores, I didn't have anything else to do, I'm sure. So what's that nagging feeling at the back of my mind?
I craned my neck and glanced at the clock. It's about seven o'clock. Shrugging, I turned back to the TV and idly began to pay attention, trying to form the plot in my head. There was this princess who had gotten kidnapped earlier in the movie and now this random dude (I still don't know his name) was searching for her because, well, he was supposed to?
The phone rang somewhere in the house and I glanced sharply at the cordless ringing on the coffee table. "Mm . . . This is me being a lazy bum," I mused, ignoring the shrill ringing.
"Carrie!" Mom suddenly came out of no where and up my face. I shrieked and blindly fell to the floor before glaring at my mother.
"Don't you what me," she said, placing a hand on her hip. I got up slowly and resumed my position on the couch. She was scrutinizing me. My mother was eyeing me as if she was . . . evaluating me or something. I shot her a look. "Carrie, you're wearing pyjamas."
Um . . .
"It's seven fifteen PM."
"That was Anthony on the phone."
I stared at her blankly. "Did he want to go somewhere or . . ." I trailed off before suddenly sitting up as I glanced sharply at the clock. I looked back at Mom who was smiling amusedly. "Oh . . . crap!" I hissed, jumping up from my position. "Damnit, Mom, why didn't you just make a song and sing it in front of me?!"
She laughed, "He figured you'd forget. He said he'll be here at eight and that you'd better be ready."
Crap. Crap. The date was today! How on earth can I even forget something like this? I had to prove his ass wrong, and I was the one that forgot. Oh, just wonderful. Muttering under my breath, I rushed to the washroom and took a shower. I stepped out a few minutes later and rushed to my bedroom whilst rubbing my hair dry with a towel.
He said formal.
I stared blankly at my wardrobe.
I own no such thing that laces in with the word formal. I have dress pants, though . . .
"Terrific, Carrie," I groaned.
After mentally debating (and throw in a few curse words here and there) I found myself staring at the full length mirror in the hallway. My mom was behind me smirking (and making sure I didn't switch clothing) Yes, I was wearing a dress. Anthony best appreciate the torture I'm going for him and his toad like existence. It was just plain black that went up until a few inches above my knees. It wasn't loose enough to hang, but not tight enough to kill me from lack of air. It was, well, perfect. It was tight enough to hug my curves but flow freely around my legs.
"And you told me you and Anthony weren't dating," Mom shook her head as she began to head downstairs.
I whirled around, "We're not!"
I feel so unloved.
I dragged my ass to my room and put some lip gloss and combed my hair straight. I found myself staring at my reflection and I put the comb down. I always put my hair up, usually. You rarely see it down, but that's only because I always ran around or I'm hanging around a guy.
My eyes slanted over to the picture on my desk of me and Anthony. It was taken around ninth grade. My mom caught us by surprise. We were on the field, I remember, and we were just idly talking and just staring at space. Anthony was on his back, staring at the sky, while I sat near him with my arms around my legs. My mom called out to us and I turned my head to look and before I knew it, I was gawking at my mom.
I smiled fondly at the memory. It was a nice picture though. Anthony had tilted his head a little and my head with cocked to one side questionably. Anthony has another picture of us (of which I wanted to keep but he ended up taking) of both of us sitting beside each other on a bench just looking out into space. He was smirking and I was laughing at something he said.
Mom should really be photographer.
Anthony's always been there. He's my best friend, my other half. It's hard to picture life without him anymore. Sighing, I looked at my vanity mirror and smiled a little to myself. It's kind of scary how I depend on him so much, even though I rarely give that feeling off. I shook my head, frowning a little at the picture I held.
I really don't know what I'd do when I lose him. I love the boy to death. But of course, I have to let him go sometime. I really don't like to dwell on the topic too much, but, you know. One day he'll find that special someone and inevitably, our friendship will slowly drift apart.
That's how it always works out. We got over many obstacles in life, one of them being my older sister Stella, proving that our friendship is strong. But . . . But whoever he ends with in life and in love, I decided with a smile, I'll be happy for him . . . For both of them.
I really would. She just best take care of him.
"What're you thinking about?" a familiar voice breezed through my ears and I felt a tap on my head. I smiled to myself and looked up to see Anthony standing there just looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I laughed a little and put the picture down.
"Nothing," I said, standing up. I looked at him and smiled. "You look good." He was wearing a suit, yet he still rocked it. Black baggy dress pants and clad with a white dress shirt under the black blazer. His tie was casually undone (he probably tugged it off) with his white shirt unbuttoned three buttons down. Yep, he looked good.
"I always look good," he shrugged. I smacked him at his modesty (or lack of) and just shook my head. He cleared his throat a little and I saw him pick up the picture on my desk. I went to my closet to grab my black heels (I just found it today) and began to put it on. "You look good too."
Surprised, I looked up at him but he wasn't looking at me. I smiled broadly at his shoulders. He rarely gave out compliments. "Sorry, say that again," I said innocently. His head whirled around and he glared a little, realizing what exactly I was doing. "I'm kidding, sweetie," I laughed, walking over to him and bumped his arm with mine.
What? Confused, I turned my head, just in time to see a flash. Blinking, I stumbled back and I felt Tony's hands stable me. And then I saw another flash.
"Damnit, mom, do you want me to go blind?!"
"You guys are so cute!" she cooed. "All grown up . . . Best friends . . . and now going out on a date," she sighed happily. "Mother's live off these, you know?"
"I realized," I muttered under my breath. Anthony just laughed from behind me.
"Okay, I'm out. Gosh, Carrie," she shook her head and turned to walk away. I sighed.
"Have fun, children!" she laughed and really walked out of the room.
"Derek really has changed her," I murmured to my best friend. He nodded in agreement. He gently prodded me forward and we began to head downstairs. Cautiously, I glanced around me and breathed a sigh. My mom wasn't around. I whirled around and grabbed Tony's hand. And then I ran outside.
"Car, what the hell?" he managed to get out just as I slammed the door shut behind me.
I shook my head amusedly at his expression. "C'mon, Andrews. Where to first?"
His confused expression slowly morphed into an arrogant one. I gave him a look and he just smirked and took me by the elbow and dragged me to his car. He opened the door for me and I just shot him an amused look as I got in. "What?" he asked, lifting his eyebrow.
"I didn't know you were into chivalry and all that," I drawled.
"Nickerson, we're on a date now," he drawled right back, leaning against the hood of his car. I stared at him, feeling my breath catch with the way he was looking at me. His green eyes were a shade darker than his usual colour and I dangerously realized how damn good he actually looked. So I did one thing that'll get me back into my safety zone.
"Get over here and start driving, moron," I said, pushing him away and put my window up. I heard him laughed amusedly and I just stared straight ahead, trying to calm my fast beating heart.
Damn you, Carrie, this isn't a time to start feeling weird, I scolded myself frantically. It's just one freakin' date. You're going to prove to Tony that dates are just practically a way of just saying two people were hanging out.
"Having second thoughts?"
I practically jumped when I realized he was already in the car and pulling it out of the drive way. I shook my head furiously with a bright smile in place. "Nope. This is going to be like any other day, Andrews."
He just looked at me amusedly. "We'll see."
I stared at him blankly, my smile slowly falling off my face.
Oh, crap. I didn't trust that tone.
Well. I'm happy to inform all of you that I'm still alive and my sanity is still in check. But I can tell you that I'm a bit in shock. Anthony had driven around for a while before we stopped at this fancy Italian restaurant. Okay, in simple words: the menu was expensive as hell and we got gorgeous tables outside on the patio at the back facing the sea.
I picked at my food before looking up and tilted my head with a smirk. "I have to say, Andrews," I drawled, taking in the scenery. "You did a damn good job. Is this how you treat all your girlfriends?"
Anthony looked at me from the corner of his eye. "What do you mean?"
I shrugged, "Let me guess, dinner and movie?"
He smirked slowly. "Carrie, you underestimate me."
What? A confused look slipped into place. He always told me that he took his girlfriends to the same thing every date he went on. Leaning forward, I locked eyes with his and told him that. I became even more confused when he shook his head and began to laugh softly to himself. Gaw, I never said anything funny. "What is it?" I muttered.
"This isn't any other date, Car."
". . ."
He leaned back and watched the waves gently hit the shore. I followed his gaze, waiting for him to speak. "This is different," he repeated softly. "I'm on a date with my best friend ever since we were children. I'm here to prove something to your smartass and by the end of all this," he said, suddenly turning me. I felt something crawl down my back as I stared back at him. "You're going to understand why I do what I do."
I looked at him sceptically. "You're going to prove to me why you date girls?"
He stared at me for a moment before groaning. "Damnit, Car. Do I need to spell it out for you?" he grinded out, looking at the sky with the most frustrated look ever. He looked back at me and smirked a little. "Why is it that everyone knows except you?"
I looked at him hard. What on earth is he talking about? I racked my brain, trying my damn hardest to figure out what on earth he was talking about. I frowned as I stared at my plate. Um, okay. I looked back up at him and saw him still looking at me, waiting for an answer. Well, he's in for a disappointment. "Um, they're all psychic?" I tried lamely.
"I can't read between lines!" I cried out exasperated. "What did you want to tell me?"
Yeah, he didn't answer me. I glared at him from over the table and he just shook his head with that half smirk half smile as he shoved more food in his mouth. I watched him, taking in his features. Yeah, my best friend was gorgeous, I'd give you that.
I flushed to myself, pushing that thought at the back of my head. This isn't the time, Carrie, I sighed to myself. I can't read Anthony. He can read me, but it's hard to read him. His actions speak more than what he's actually saying . . . But you know. I suck at reading peoples' movements.
We continued to eat in silence before I reached over to take a sip from my glass of water. "So," I said suddenly. "What exactly happens while this dinner thing is going on?" I quirked an eyebrow.
Anthony looked up thoughtfully before frowning, "Actually, this is where I try to seduce you with my aggressive yet sexy stories about my life." I laughed at that. "But since you probably know all of them . . ."
"And the fact that they aren't what you claim," I added with a smile.
He threw me a glare. "And we usually talk about ourselves . . ."
"But we already know everything about each other," I pointed out.
"I was getting to that. And then your previous relationships come in . . ."
"Oh, please, spare me. Seriously, spare me," I said with a smirk. Anthony shot me a glare. I laughed, waving him off. "Okay, okay. Let's just, you know, talk."
"I don't know what to talk about," he told me.
"You suck as a date. What will happen when you meet a girl and you told her absolutely everything about you, and you're on a date, and she asks you what's up. And you say, I don't know what to talk about," I mocked. "She'll be like, oh, you suck. I don't want to spend me life with you. What happens when you're married?" I exclaimed.
Tony laughed, "I think you're getting ahead of yourself, Nickerson."
"I'm just saying," I said defensively. "You'll meet this girl, and then I'll totally warn her what a total bore you are," I decided with a nod of my head. I lifted my eyes, only to find him staring at me, his smirk gone. But I continued, nonetheless. "But since I'm such a good friend, I'll convince her that you're worth it. I'll tell her that you may be rough around the edges," I said, throwing him a playful grin, "but under that rough exterior you're a sweetheart who worries a lot. I'll tell her that he'll protect you like no other, and I'll tell her that he'll love you with all his heart for all eternity," I said, smiling enthusiastically at my best friend who suddenly went quiet.
"Is that it?" he asked suddenly. He was staring at the waves. I looked at him before gaining a thoughtful look on my face.
"Nope," I said. He looked at me from the corner of his eye. This time, I smiled at him softly. "I'll tell her that she best take good care of you since I, as your best friend," I said with ease, before growing sober and gained a serene expression on my face, "leave you into her hands completely." I looked away from him and at the night sky with the smile still on my face. "I'll tell her to love you as crazily as you love her because I want you to be happy," I said. I felt his eyes on me. "You know why, Andrews?" I asked teasingly, turning to him.
"Why?" he said softly.
My smile turned soft. "Because you deserve it."
We stared at each other. I couldn't look away from him and I felt trapped in his gaze. The atmosphere suddenly shifted, I knew, but I could do nothing to stop it. Suddenly, the end of his lips lifted into a smirk and he just shook his head.
"I don't think so," he said. I gave him a look. Way to ruin a moment. "I can't get a girl like that. You said so yourself, I've been with so many girls. Who would accept that?"
"Well, you know," I said forcedly. How could he even think like that? "The One," I said with a confident nod. He raised both his eyebrows. I shot him a mini glare before laughing and shook my head. "You know, The One," I repeated. "The person that you're meant to spend the rest of your life with. That girl who will love you like no other and accept you for whoever you are, wherever you came from, and whatever you did."
"I think you're too much of a romantic."
I shrugged, "It's enough for both of us."
We sat in silence, but I knew he was thinking hard. I was looking at him still when he lifted his gaze to look at me. "How do you know I deserve it?" he finally asked.
That was easy. "Because all you've ever done was watch over me," I announced. "You always came to me whenever I needed you, even if you're on a date or something. You'll leave your date just to buy me ice cream," I shrugged, remembering that one time when I was heartbroken this guy. But he didn't know it was about a guy. "You make me smile and I know . . ." I began hesitantly, "I know that I'm part of the reason why you're not totally committed."
I saw something unreadable flash through his face and I just shrugged.
"I'm not dumb, Tony," I said softly.
He shrugged uncomfortably. "It's the test of loyalty," he finally said about a few minutes of silence.
"What?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.
He wasn't looking at me. "They know, even before anything even starts, that it's not serious. They all know what's to be expected." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "They know without even asking that I'd choose you, any day and anytime, for whatever reason, because you mean a lot more to me then they ever will."
I stared at him, feeling something weird in the pit of my stomach. What?
"Carrie," he said, looking at me with the most serious expression on his face. I felt myself nod numbly. "I'm not committed because I haven't met someone who will accept the fact that you're my best friend."
I was shaking my head even before I knew I was doing it. "But I shouldn't stop you from—"
He cut me off, "No. No, you see, they don't get it. They don't get that I'll be there for you, no matter what. I haven't met a girl who understood that you mean more to me than anything. They think that I should forget about you and just focus on them." He went quiet and I was oddly frozen in my seat. "You get it, right?" he asked, looking at me. "You understand why I do that to girls?"
I opened my mouth, and then closed it. I opened my mouth again and just found myself chuckling, shaking my head. "But, Tony," I said desperately. "Just because they don't like me doesn't mean that that has to stop you from actually liking someone out there."
We locked eyes. "You'll understand one day," he said instead of answering me. I shook my head disbelievingly.
I took a sip of water, my eyes growing glazed. Looking down, I found myself smiling a small smile, despite the guilt that began to nag at me from the back of my mind.
Because of me, huh?
"You know," I said suddenly, looking over at my best friend. He looked up and raised an eyebrow. I didn't bother to hide my broad brilliant grin that was reserve just for the special. He looked surprised. "Thanks, Tony," I said truly meaning it. "It's so sweet that I don't even know what to say," I said laughing self consciously.
He just grinned back. "Now that that deep moment is over. . ." he drawled. I stuck my tongue out at him. "We still have somewhere to go."
Surprised, I looked at him. "Really?"
He just gave me a look that told me I'm stupid.
"Be prepared to be amazed," he said.
I smiled before laughing when he tried to imitate a British accent.
What could possibly be more amazing than Anthony?
author's note: eeek, Only With You has been nominated for Best Cliche (incomplete) for Some Kind of Wonderful Romance Awards! Whoever nominated me, thank you, thank you, thank you! You have no idea how I was gawking at the screen before smiling really wide. I love you all, readers! The URL for SKoW is in my bio on my other account. The URL for my other account is in my bio on this account. x) Sorry, I'm just lazy. Until next update!