Crimson Day

Brian stood there quietly as his brain attempted to process what he had just witnessed. Granted, he had seen every inch of her body before... but still, the image of her changing in the middle of his kitchen- into his own clothes no less - was far more appealing than he ever could have thought. Realizing he had been quiet for far too long, with his eyes not leaving Hilarie, he cleared his throat - hoping something intelligent came out.

"Duh...uhm... y-I can take them..." He muttered out, cussing in his brain for sounding so stupid. "I'll throw them in the wash real quick... please make yourself at home." He stated, turning on his heel to head towards the laundry room.

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Harley smiled, taking the clothes from his hands. Her phone chimed, relaying the text she had received from Hilarie that everything was okay. Then, moving out of sight of the windows, she slid the shirt onto her arms and over her head. It was rather large on her, though due to her height it ended just an inch below her ass - just enough to cover it. She took Matt into consideration for a moment before she slipped her arm behind her back to unclasp her bra - which had also been soaked. Pulling it off her chest and under the shirt, she placed it with her own wet shirt. Quickly, so as not to prolong the process, she slid off her leggings and, hopefully inconspicuously, panties and pulled the sweatpants on.

"Thank you... if you tell me where your laundry room is I can take care of these..." Harley stated, trying to keep her underwear out of his line of sight. She knew he had already seen her naked but still, the last thing she wanted to do was make him uncomfortable... unfortunately she had been wearing lace and lace, when wet, is VERY uncomfortable, she had to dry them.

Hilarie's eyebrows raised in surprise by how nervous Brian seemed although she didn't really think it was nerves. Her best guess was that he didn't expect her to do what she did in front of him probably because of her age and because of their predicament.

After she handed him her clothes, she stood there for a second, contemplating if she should follow him or not so she could get to know his house better. After all, they were going to be dealing with each other for the next eighteen years so she might as well get used to the house her baby was going to grow up in.

Quickly, she rushed after him, watching her surroundings so she'd be able to find her way back to the kitchen if she did get lost, finding him in the laundry room putting the clothes in the dryer. "Your house is huge," she said nonchalantly as she leaned against the door frame.

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Matt watched her with eyes wide opened in shock, struggling to tear his eyes away from her as she finished getting dressed. He couldn't believe she had just did that in front of him but he didn't mean that in a bad way. He wished it was something he could get used to but he knew it wasn't a good idea. There were already going to be enough repercussions from her being pregnant.

"I can show you where it is," Matt said quietly after she asked where the laundry room, motioning for her to follow him as he led her through the living room and down a hallway then through another hallway before they got to the laundry room. "It should be empty. I think I got all of my clothes the last time I was in here," Matt muttered mostly to himself as he stepped to the side so she could get to the dryer.

@ Can't Run From Fate;

Brian chuckled at her sentiments as she rushed to catch up to him. Reaching above his head, he grabbed the detergent from the shelf, adding it to the machine before closing it and starting it up. He turned to face Hilarie, who was leaning against the door frame and he shook his head.

"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" He muttered, his eyes talking up and down the length of her body. The picture in front of him was perfect. Here she was, a gorgeous girl standing before him, wearing his clothes as she leaned against the frame "You really are."

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Harley grabbed her shirt and bra from the counter, following Matt quickly to his laundry room. "Thank you." She muttered as she passed by him, her arm unintentionally brushing against him.

Opening the washer she glanced in, making sure it was empty before she dropped her clothes in. Looking around, she grabbed the detergent and added the proper amount before starting the washer. Turning on her heel, Harley leaned back against the washer. Looking at Matt she placed her arms behind her, holding the edge of the washing machine. "How on earth do you not get lost in all these hallways?" She questioned, biting down on her bottom lip.

Hilarie arched a brow curiously at Brian, biting down on her bottom lip gently. "I'm going to be the death of you? Please, I'm nothing special and I'm pregnant. Ya know I'm going to get fat and cranky right?" she laughed, shaking her head at the thought.

When her sister was pregnant, she was angry. All the time. She was always trying to start fist fights with Hilarie but she knew that she couldn't hit a pregnant chick. After her sister had the baby though, they went at it to settle their problems because a lot of things happened besides just her sister trying to fight her. They didn't physically fight but they didn't wrestle around a bit. It really helped ease a lot of the problems between them. And their parents were the referees.

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Matt chuckled at Harley's question and shrugged his shoulders lightly. "I used to get lost all of the time when I first moved in here, actually. It took be about a month to be able to find my way comfortably around the house without having to leave legos to retrace my footsteps," he grinned.

The way Harley looked there standing in his clothes was like a dream come true. Although it wasn't happening the way he had always imagined it would. But she was beyond gorgeous. She was the type of girl that probably brought all of the guys to their knees in her school. And he probably just ruined her entire high school career by getting her pregnant.

Brian raised his eyebrow, noticing her biting down on her lip. "Yes, YOU are going to be to death of me." He stated. Stepping closer, he shook his head - she didn't see it... She didn't see how attractive she was, in every meaning of the word.

"I don't care how cranky you're going to get, you're still going to be the death of me. Because here I am, with an amazingly gorgeous, to die for girl standing right in front of me and I can't do a damn thing about it." He explained, taking another step towards where she stood.

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Harley laughed, covering her mouth quickly as she did. "You had to leave lego trails?" She giggled, a smile playing across her lips. "Did you ever step on them... cause that had to suck being lost in your own home AND injured."

She blinked, looking into Matt's eyes and realized immediately where his mind had gone. It was easy to forget that she was still I'm school... but for Matt... forgetting that she was a minor was the difference between being free and being behind bars.... and it wasn't a fun thought in the slightest.

Hilarie pushed off off the wall and stood up, biting down on her bottom lip as she closed the small space that was separating her and Brian, staring up into his chocolate brown eyes. "Why can't you do anything about it?" she whispered, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. "As far as I'm concerned, it didn't happen if it does."

Hilarie was trying to be bold, she was trying to come across as confident but she was anything but at the moment. She was pregnant and knew there were a lot of things that were going to happen once it came out. But at this moment, she didn't care. She wanted Brian again. Honestly, if she could have him until they got old and crumbly, that would satisfy her more than anything. He was her dream guy and she could very well have him if she pleased.

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Matt chuckled, shaking his head slowly. "I never stepped on them. Almost did once but never," he got quiet toward the end of his sentence as he stared into Harley's eyes, his heart starting to race a little bit.

Harley was breathtaking and she was completely off limits and that was killing him. He would do anything in his power to make this woman happy if he could have her. And he'd be damned if he let her go once she did turn 18. He was going to swoop her right up and make her his. Honestly, if her parents approved, he'd do it before then. He'd just have to keep it out of the media.

@ Can't Run From Fate;

Brian gulped, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath in an attempt to steady his nerves. The distance between their bodies was small enough to hold a sheet of paper. He sighed, opening his eyes once more... looking directly into hers.

"You're one hell of a women you know that..." Brian smiled, placing his hand on her hip, closing the small distance between their bodies.

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Harley pushed herself away from the washing machine, stepping closer to Matt. One thing she didn't think shed ever be able to get used to was the sight of Matt standing in front of her... in his own home. Here she was, standing in front of him, wearing his clothes... standing in his laundry room... and she couldnt be happier.

"Matt... anything that happens between us... It stays between us." She stated, stepping closer once more, she wanted him. Granted she wanted to be with him until they were old and wrinkly but she was too in the moment... She wanted him now.