Demolition Lovers. old version (Y)
Chapter 4
Chloe’s POV:
“I’m really sorry about him” Mikey apologized reaching out to draw the curtains.
“Oh. It’s okay” I replied. “He’s drunk. Not your fault!” I added reassuringly.
“If you’re sure. I’ll still sort him out later though” He laughed walking over to me.
“To be honest Mikey. Right now I don’t really care.” I sighed. “All I’m interested in is getting out of these wet clothes”
It took a minuet or so for this comment to register with Mikey before he moved into action. He seemed to be having a mental argument with himself so I took refuge on his bed.
Mikey’s POV:
“All I’m interested is in getting out of these wet clothes.” Chloe told me.
Mmmmmmm. I’d be quite happy to help her with that task.
Jesus! What is up with me?!
I Love Polly. I Love Chloe. I Love Polly. FUCK! What is happening to me? I pulled petals from an imaginary flower in my mind.
Polly.
Chloe.
Polly.
Chloe.
Polly.
Chloe.
Chloe.
Chloe.
“Okay, Okay I get it already!” I shouted at myself.
This part however came out aloud so it sounded like I was shouting at Chloe.
“Sorry” She muttered sounding hurt.
“no. no. not you!” I ran over to her finally resting my left arm over her shoulder.
“Jesus you really are wet!” I stated getting up to find some suitable clothes for the stunning girl lounging on my bed.
Chloe’s POV:
Five minuets later I was standing in the middle of Mikey’s dim lit room fastening the hot pink belt through the top of the black skinny jeans that he had lent me.
Geeez! I know Mikey’s lanky but we’re near enough the same size clothes!
Either I’m way too fat, or Mikey is way too skinny.
I decided to stick with the second option.
Suddenly the door shot open. “Holy shit!” I gasped trying to cover my almost naked torso.
Mikey’s POV:
“Oh Fuck Sorry” I apologized, going to shut the door.
“Oh, It’s just you” Chloe murmured beckoning me inside. “I thought you were frank or something!”
“Obviously not” I replied. “Maybe next time though.” We both let out a nervous giggle at Frankie’s expense.
“I need to talk to you anyway” She sighed pulling my top over her head.
I nodded to let her know I heard her as I stared as she pulled on my newest ‘Aiden’ top.
Wow. There was only one or two word that came to mind.
Mind-blowingly Hott!
“Okay” She signaled the start of our conversation.
“What was it that you wanted to talk about?” I questioned her.
“Well. Lately…” She trailed off.
“Go-on” I urged her.
“Okay. Erm.. Don’t Freak out!” She stammered.
“Cross my black heart” I chuckled. This couldn’t be what I was hoping for was it?
“I’m really sorry about him” Mikey apologized reaching out to draw the curtains.
“Oh. It’s okay” I replied. “He’s drunk. Not your fault!” I added reassuringly.
“If you’re sure. I’ll still sort him out later though” He laughed walking over to me.
“To be honest Mikey. Right now I don’t really care.” I sighed. “All I’m interested in is getting out of these wet clothes”
It took a minuet or so for this comment to register with Mikey before he moved into action. He seemed to be having a mental argument with himself so I took refuge on his bed.
Mikey’s POV:
“All I’m interested is in getting out of these wet clothes.” Chloe told me.
Mmmmmmm. I’d be quite happy to help her with that task.
Jesus! What is up with me?!
I Love Polly. I Love Chloe. I Love Polly. FUCK! What is happening to me? I pulled petals from an imaginary flower in my mind.
Polly.
Chloe.
Polly.
Chloe.
Polly.
Chloe.
Chloe.
Chloe.
“Okay, Okay I get it already!” I shouted at myself.
This part however came out aloud so it sounded like I was shouting at Chloe.
“Sorry” She muttered sounding hurt.
“no. no. not you!” I ran over to her finally resting my left arm over her shoulder.
“Jesus you really are wet!” I stated getting up to find some suitable clothes for the stunning girl lounging on my bed.
Chloe’s POV:
Five minuets later I was standing in the middle of Mikey’s dim lit room fastening the hot pink belt through the top of the black skinny jeans that he had lent me.
Geeez! I know Mikey’s lanky but we’re near enough the same size clothes!
Either I’m way too fat, or Mikey is way too skinny.
I decided to stick with the second option.
Suddenly the door shot open. “Holy shit!” I gasped trying to cover my almost naked torso.
Mikey’s POV:
“Oh Fuck Sorry” I apologized, going to shut the door.
“Oh, It’s just you” Chloe murmured beckoning me inside. “I thought you were frank or something!”
“Obviously not” I replied. “Maybe next time though.” We both let out a nervous giggle at Frankie’s expense.
“I need to talk to you anyway” She sighed pulling my top over her head.
I nodded to let her know I heard her as I stared as she pulled on my newest ‘Aiden’ top.
Wow. There was only one or two word that came to mind.
Mind-blowingly Hott!
“Okay” She signaled the start of our conversation.
“What was it that you wanted to talk about?” I questioned her.
“Well. Lately…” She trailed off.
“Go-on” I urged her.
“Okay. Erm.. Don’t Freak out!” She stammered.
“Cross my black heart” I chuckled. This couldn’t be what I was hoping for was it?