Kiss Me Already - Bianca Gray (best romantic books to read TXT) 📗

was touching it. Just a nibble here and a nibble there.
"Let's eat the food," I said tugging on his arm.
"Uhh, that's not a good idea," he whispered in my ear.
"And why not?" I asked crossing my arms and facing him.
"Because no one really eats the food," he said.
"Then what a waste of food. So, I'm just going to eat that now," I said moving away from him. I went to the table of food and then stuffed my face on purpose and very big-like. Then I felt someone next to me. I looked up and there was Taylor Swift stuffing her face as well, not like me, but more than the rest of the people here. I swallowed.
"You're Taylor Swift," I said. She smiled.
"Yup, that's me," she said.
"You're actually eating?" I asked. She just looked at me.
"People eat..." she said slowly. I laughed and nodded. Then I hugged her.
"You're normal!" I exclaimed happily. She giggled nervously.
"Okay, sweetie... What's your name?" she asked when she finally got me to let go of her.
"Brooklyn and I-"
"Sorry, Taylor. I'll get her out of your hair," a very familiar deep voice said. Ian yanked me back and then caught me when I fell backwards. I blew a stray hair out of my face and glared up at Ian. Taylor just had a slight smile on her lips and one eyebrow was raised a bit. He had me under the arms and then my feet were where I used to be. I was aware there was more than one pair of eyes on us.
"Hi Ian," said Taylor trying to stifle a giggle.
"Let go of me," I hissed struggling. Then he dropped me and then put his arm under me and caught me. One of my foot was up and he was leaning down looking at me. To anyone, it would look like we were dancing and he just dipped me. And in any good movie, he would kiss me. I quickly stood back up on my feet and brushed myself off. Taylor was laughing and then shook my hand.
"Aww, you guys are such an adorable couple!" she gushed.
"Couple?" I asked wide eyed.
"No, you're mistaken," he said as I said, "No way not in his life!"
"I should write a song about you two..." she mused. "Well, nice meeting you, Brooklyn!" she called as she walked to her seat. The lights were dimming and the announcer was all like "Ladies and gentlemen" in that really deep voice. Ian grabbed my wrist as I grabbed a very good looking, lip smacking cupcake. He dragged me to our seat.
"Please don't be so... weird," he said looking over at me eating a cupcake.
"Well, if no one was going to eat them, why would they be here hmm? And you're the one making me look weird," I said.
"You're the one who can't follow directions," he snapped back.
"At least I'm my own person," I said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked insulted.
"You're whoever anyone wants you to be," I pointed out. He looked like he was going to retaliate with some clever remark about me and my "insecurity". But then the lights turned off and then the screen turned on. Then everyone went crazy, screaming, and Ian was saying something but I couldn't hear him. So, I just nodded my head and then pointed to the screen and even screamed a little in excitement.
So, in case you wanted to know...
The movie was about a girl and a guy. (La duh). The guy was played by Ian Winters and his counter part was played by Anna Margaret. (Didn't know that she could act...). It was really good. It was called "Kiss Me Already" and it was about this girl who wasn't known in the school because she was new. But this guy (Ian) was very well known through out the school. Anyway, she gets kicked out of her home and this guy offers to have her stay at his house. Having nowhere else to go, she complies. But they absolutely hate each other. Really, they both secretly love each other and it's totally obvious. I mean, really, why would she put up with him if she didn't like him, ya know? She could've said NO to living with him and then lived with a friend or something... Oh but then again she was new and had no friends... But still. Anyway in the end he had just saved her from being mugged or something and they just sort of awkwardly say thanks and your welcome and stuff. Then she turns to him (really dramatically) and says "Oh, will you just kiss me already??" He looks taken aback but he swoops her into his arms and then they proceed to suck each other's faces off.
YAY.
BIG WHOOP.
BEST MOVIE EVER.
LOVED THE WHOLE ENDING WHERE THEY EAT EACH OTHER.
Oh that was kissing? I had no idea. It didn't look like it.
Then the credits came up and everyone cheered for everyone. I got up quickly and wobbled out of the aisle. Ian caught up to me and grabbed my wrist.
"Did you like it?" he asked whirling me around to look at him, his eyes full of anxiety.
"OH YES! Especially the part at the end where you eat Anna Margaret's face off," I said with too big of a smile and lots of sarcasm.
"I suspect some envy, Miss Brooklyn," he smirked.
"Envy? You think I'm JEALOUS?" I squeaked. He just raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not jealous," I said.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah," I snapped. He smiled as Anna Margaret came up to talk to us and probably congratulate Ian.
"Then you won't mind if I do this then," he said with a sly smile. Then he grabbed Anna Margaret and dipped her. Then he kissed her square on the lips. But it wasn't like the suck facing in the movie, it was like a sweet shy-like kiss. Then he let her go and she just raised her eyebrows. I crossed my arms and then pivoted around and walked out of there. Then the flashes went off. I put up my arm to shade my eyes. It was brighter than daylight. I felt a strong grip on my arm. That person started to lead me towards somewhere. Then his hand loosened and then his fingers intertwined with my fingers. Finally I was led to a car door. He opened it and I crawled inside. Then he crawled in after me.
It was Ian.
Of course, who else would it be?
"Home please," he said softly. I touched his face, it was like he was glowing. His eyes were wide in surprise. I scooted closer to him and just stared into those blue eyes.
They are deep like an ocean, I thought wistfully.
"Brooklyn..." he said slowly. He held my face into his hands and stared at me with smoldering blue eyes.
I blinked.
Then I threw up into his lap. He jumped back, hit his head on the ceiling, and then fell to the floor.
"What's going on back there?" asked John (he was the limo driver). I just giggled and pointed.
"It's a butterfly..." I said smiling.
"What did you say, Brooklyn?" asked John. I crawled onto the floor towards Ian. Then I poked his cheek. Then I giggled.
"A butterfly. A beautiful, sparkly butterfly," I murmured. He just stared at me like I was crazy.
"Can there be food poisoning at a premiere?" Ian called back to John.
"I have no idea... Maybe we should go to the hospital?" he asked Ian.
"Yeah, let's do that," said Ian. Ian grabbed my arm and sat me down on the leather seat. I then proceeded to sit in his lap and look out the window. I leaned against him and slowly fell asleep to him stroking my hair.

CHAPTER 3

I woke up in a strange white room. I suddenly realized I was in a hospital room.
What happened last night? I asked myself. I had a killer headache. I fell back onto the fluffy white pillows. I had a strange dream where I wanted to kiss Ian...
I shook my head.
Stupid girl hormones.
Then Ian walked in wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. His blonde hair was lightly tousled and his blue eyes were sparkling. The sleeves to his sweatshirt was pushed up to his elbows showing his scrawny, pale arms. I held my head as I sat up.
"What the heck happened last night?" I asked.
"Well, you were drunk," he said sitting down on a spare chair and picked up a magazine with his face on it. I sat up really straight and just stared at him with my mouth wide open.
"WHAAATTT??!" I cried. He looked up at me, scared for a second.
"THEN WHY THE HELL AM I IN A HOSPITAL?????!!" I screamed.
"Calm yourself DOWN, Brooklyn. SHUT UP! We thought you had food poisoning because you were acting all weird and you threw up on me," he said putting his hand on my mouth, shutting me up. His hand smelled like cocoa butter. Mmmm coca butter, my mind went. Then I blushed as the remains of my "dream" came back. He removed his hand from my mouth.
"Oh..." I said looking away so he couldn't see me blushing.
"Anyway, apparently you were just drunk," he said sitting back down.
"How did I get drunk? All I drank was that sparkling grape juice that they- ....ooooohhhhh," I said slowly. Ian chuckled and rolled his eyes.
"Since I'm okay can we go home now?" I asked.
"YOUR home or MY home?" he asked. I got up and shoved him.
"OUR home," I said, smiling slightly. He just sort of stared at me.
"What are you staring at?" I asked putting a hand to my hip. He shook his head and looked down.
"Nothing," he mumbled. I raised an eyebrow and then decided to drop it. I slipped into the limo outside of the hospital as Ian checked me out. I watched him slip sunglasses on before he came outside, like that would stop people from recognizing him. He quickly slipped into the limo and then the limo started to move.
"Hey Brooklyn! You okay now?" John called from the driver's seat.
"I'd be just peachy if you could stop driving so jerkily," I called back as I clutched my stomach. John laughed.
"Yeah, Ms. Underage drinker," John teased.
"I didn't know I was drinking alcohol!" I cried.
"Suuuurrreee," he teased. I rolled my eyes and rested my head against the cold glass of the dark tinted windows.

CHAPTER 4

So, I was giving this whole school thing another shot. Unfortunately. Sky said I either go or she's going to put me to work...So I decided to go. Iridescent decided to style me for school to boost my confidence. She brushed my long wavy auburn hair as I hit the play button on the CD player. Suddenly, Justin Bieber's Love Me blasted out. Iridescent and I pretended to rock out as we lip synced to the song. In the middle of it, Ian walked in and then he just stared at us. Iridescent had icy blue eyes and black curly hair. She was pale and sometimes reminded me of a mischievous Snow White. She was only about 22 years old. So, we all were like siblings.
Anyway.
Ian watched us rock out to the song with an amused smirk on his face.
Then the strangest thing happened.
He joined in.
I mean, I