| Chapter 5 I don�t know how we ended up on the floor covered in whip cream. I mean we go to the kitchen to make some coffee, but Pacey�s out of milk so we use whip cream instead. It�s pretty close to milk, right? Of course, it didn�t really make it into the cup. Pacey started it, as per usual. He�s on the floor next to me. Both our breaths are erratic. �I hate you.� I say with no hatred whatsoever evident in my tone. �No you don�t, you love me.� He says as he swings his arm onto my shoulder. �I mean, can you seriously say that you didn�t have as much fun as I did?� He looks at me questionably. �Actually Pacey, I can�t say that I did. Your fun is just play out your fantasy of getting a girl covered in whip cream, like the scene in �Varsity Blues.� My mind isn�t as twisted as yours.� �Well it ain�t my fantasy any more, because the girl I wanted covered is sitting right next to me.� I don�t look at him, but I know he�s looking at me, his stare burning into my skin. I begin to blush, but luckily for me, there�s too much cream on my face to really notice. �What, no come back?� �Oh, bite me Pace,� I say sourly. He whispers into my ear. �Oh, I would Josephine, but because you have whip cream all over you, I might be forced to eat you.� �Ugh Pacey. Must you always think about food?� I push him away and he nudges me back. �Only when someone�s covered in it. But, um, seriously, I�m getting sorta sticky, so I think I need to wash this stuff off.� He gets up and I hold out my hand for him to pull me up. �Last one to the bathroom�s a rotten egg!� I stick my tongue out at him and run upstairs towards the bathroom. I hear him behind me and he�s slowly gaining ground. I�m stepping into the bathroom and he grabs me behind, pushing me into the small room. I turn around and I smile at him. �Looks like you�re the rotten egg.� �I guess I am.� He lets go of me and turns on the spicket. I go over to the linen closet and grabs two wash cloths. One for Pacey and one for myself. �Here.� I hand him the cloth as I walk back to the sink. I douse the cloth with water and I bring it up to my face. Pacey nudges me out of the way with his hips. I falter a little, not being able to see. He reaches out to steady me. I scrub my face because some of the cream has dried, hoping that if I rub hard enough it will come off. Ow. A little too hard. I take the cloth away from my face and I hold it in my hand as I wait for Pacey to move away from the sink. He looks up at me and smiles. �You missed a spot.� He has that devilish grin on his face and I�m afraid that he�s going to do something. �Come here.� He wets his cloth and wrings it out. I move closer to him and he wipes it off. �You missed a spot too.� I match his grin from earlier, forming a plan in my head to get him back for earlier. I run he water over the cloth and I move to get that nonexistent spot. I switch my moves quickly and wring out the water over his head. He just stands there with his mouth gaping and his eyes wide. He then shakes his head, water flying everywhere. �That was harsh,� he says as his shakes his finger at me. �Now you�re gonna pay.� �I was only getting you back for the whip cream.� I stick my tongue out at him once again and fold my arms over my chest. I stare at him. �What do you mean, �getting me back?� You got me back when we were downstairs.� He gives me an unbelieving look. �Now it�s my turn to get you back.� He smiles nonchalantly and take his wash cloth, running some water over it, and he does the same thing to me. �Uh. You asshole.� I move back to the sink but before I make it there he grabs me, picking me up and moving over to the shower stall. My eyes grow wide as I think about what he�s gonna do. �You can�t seriously think that what I did to you deserves to be thrown into the shower.� He sets me down on the ground, but still keeps a secure arm around my waist. �It wasn�t what you did it was what you said.� I am precariously close to being showered down with cold water. �What? What�d I say?� �You called me an asshole and for that, you must pay.� He reaches in and turns on the water, making sure it�s cold. �It was a word. I didn�t really mean it. I was in the heat of the moment. I was shocked. Give me a break.� I tried pleading with him, but I don�t think it was working too well. �Nope.� He pushes me under the cold spray and I do the last thing that he expects. I yank his shirt. He comes towards me and he yelps a little as the cold spray hit him. I look up at him innocently, �Well, we had to get the rest of the whip cream off somehow.� He just shakes his head and chuckles a little, while turning the water to a much warmer temperature. |
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