I took Tomus to the kitchen and told him to sit down while I poured a cup of water for him. "Are you alright?" I asked taking a seat right next to him, being very concerned. "Why would you say something like that?" Tomus asked, getting a little comfortable again. "Sorry, I didn't know that some guys will react like that sometimes," I said looking down at my hands. "It's alright, nobody had said anything like that would make me uncomfortable," Tomus said, grabbing my hand. "So what do you want to do today?" he asked.
"We could probably play a game or watch a movie," I replied. Zayn came down the stairs and came to the kitchen. "Is everything alright?" he asked. "Yes, everything is alright. Let's watch a movie and then play some games." I said.
"That sounds great," Zayn and Tomus both said. So we all went to the living room. I let Tomus and Zayn look through the movies so they can figure out what movie for us to watch. It kinda took a while but they finally found a movie for us to watch. After we watched the movie I went to get a board game for us three to play. It was kind of boring, so I went to the kitchen so that I could figure out what to make for dinner when my mom gets home from work.
I looked in the cabinets and the fridge. There was nothing to work with for dinner. So I went back to the living room and grabbed the car keys. "You guys wanna go grocery shopping with me?" I asked. "Yeah, we'll go with you." Zayn and Tomus replied. So we left the house and went to the garage to get in the nice bloody red truck. "Whoa," Tomus said, amazed. "Where did you get this truck?" Zayn asked, staring at the truck. "My dad saved the truck for me when I was little. It was a surprise for my sixteenth birthday. He knew how much I love trucks." I said.
We got in the truck, I was in the driver's seat, Tomus was in the back, and Zayn was in the passenger seat next to me. We left the drive-through and headed off to the store. "How come you ride the bus to school instead of driving?" Zayn asked. "I don't know," I replied. We arrived at the store. We all got out of the truck and went inside the store. "So what are we getting exactly?" Tomus and Zayn asked. "We are getting my mom's favorite," I said smiling remembering the memories of when my dad would make dinner for my mom when I was little. "Get chicken breast, rolls, sparkling water, lettuce, tomatoes, and salad dressing," I said in a commanding voice.
After that, we headed to the truck with the groceries. Then put the groceries in the trunk. Then headed back to my house. When we got back I told the boys to take the groceries to the kitchen and get pans and a bowl so that we could make dinner. So we all started to cook dinner. I told Zayn and Tomus to do everything in a particular way. Zayn was making the salad. Tomus was cooking the chicken. I was making the sauce for the chicken and getting the table set up.
I made sure that everything was exactly how my dad did it for my mom. About an hour, or so later, my mom arrives home from work. "Welcome home, I made dinner," I said with a smile. "Oh, you made dinner?" My mom replied. "Well, I had some help," I said to her, then she went into the kitchen and saw Zayn and Tomus then she looked at the table. "This is wonderful thanks for doing this for me guys." She said with a huge smile with a few years of joy. She came up to me and gave me a hug. "You two come here and join in on this hug too since y'all helped her." Mom told Zayn and Tomus. She was really happy. Tomus and Zayn were headed for the door to leave. "Hope you enjoy the dinner." One of them said, I couldn't tell which of them said it though.
When the boys left me and my mom sat at the dining room table to eat dinner. "Hmm, this smells delicious," my mom said. We took a bite of the chicken. My mom took a pause and her eyes widened. "This tastes exactly like the way your father used to make it," she said in shock. "Would you like some more sauce on your chicken?" I asked her. "Yes," she replied. "I'm so proud of you, you've grown up to be a wonderful young lady. "I'm a wonderful young lady because of you," I said to my mom with a smile on my face giving her a hug. I cleared the table and did the dishes.
When I finished the dishes I asked my mom if I could go stay the night at a friend's house. She said that I could. So I went to my room to pack some clothes and then left the house after telling my mom bye. I walked all the way to Zayn's place. When I got to his house I went around the side of the house to find an open window. When I found an open window I went through it and indeed up in the kitchen. I walked up the stairs to Zayn's room. I opened the door, threw my bag on the floor, and went towards Zayn on the bed. I got over Zayn's body. I put my arms around his neck. His hands are on my waist. I kissed him on the lips. I kissed him aggressively. My tongue was in Zayn's mouth. He pulled my body closer to him.
I started to bite Zayn's bottom lip. Then he made a little sound out of his mouth. I started to take my clothes off then Zayn started to take his clothes off too. He started with his shirt then his pants and afterward his drawls. I grabbed Zayn very close to my body like I was afraid that he would leave. He had his arms near his head. I grabbed his wrist very tight. "You're an animal," Zayn said, groaning a little bit because I was just about to break his wrist. I leaned on him kissing then sucking on his neck. I let go of his wrists, I moved my hands to his chest. Zayn moved one of his arms to my body and kept the other arm near his head.
Zayn quickly grabbed me and flipped me over. I ended up being right under him. Zayn stared into my eyes for a second, smiling at me. Then he put his lips on my neck and started nibbling it. I started to giggle a little bit. "That tickles?" Zayn asked with a smile on his face looking right at me. My face turned red. "You look so cute when you're all red," Zayn said. "Shut up, just continue doing what you were doing to me," I said in a commanding voice. "So commanding aren't you," Zayn said, licking his lips in a sexy way that kind of turned me on a little. The next when I woke up I saw Zayn putting his clothes on. "Hey sleepy head," Zayn said, looking at me with a smile.
"Can you hand me my backpack?" I asked with a yawn. Zayn handed me my backpack. I got my clothes out of the backpack and got my clothes out. Zayn just stared at me while I was getting dressed. "Is everything alright?" I asked Zayn. "Yeah everything is just fine," Zayn replied, walking towards me to fix my bra strap. I stared at him fixing the bra strap. He had a little smirk on his face and his face had turned a little red. Zayn told me to lift my arms so he could put my shirt on me.
After he put the shirt on me he grabbed his backpack and handed me my backpack. "Ready to go?" Zayn asked me. "Yeah," I replied. So we left his house and headed to school. When we got to school Tomus came up to Zayn and grabbed him to go talk. I thought it was very strange. One of my friends, Tori, came up to me and asked me what I was doing for my birthday next weekend. "I don't know, probably hanging out with Zayn and Tomus all weekend," I said. "Okay," she said. "Before you hang out with them I want to come over to my place," she continued. "That sounds great!" I said smiling. "Talk to you later," I said to Tori. "Okay," she replied.