Misery is my name, Emily Walton [classic romance novels txt] 📗

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" You’re a complete and utter ass, Leon." the camera moved.

" Sorry, I don't speak exotic flower." I growled, than stormed into the doorway in his line of sight. the camera fallowed me. Now you could see Andy, and Hanna, my friend in Hawaii, along with six or seven other drunks with a hangover.

" Now wait a minute, I thought it was soul pounder, not Black rose. Make up your damn mind." Andy said, flashing me a grin, which I returned with a confused look between the two.

" Soul pounder?" I said, and Hanna spoke up.

" The way you played the drums last night, Hun. It didn't make our hearts beat, you made our souls pound." I rolled my eyes.

" Thank you, Hanna. Your input on my lack of drumming skills is greatly apprecheated." one of the other drunks i can't remember spoke up.

" Lack of skills? Girl, I swear, that beat you played damn near carried me to heaven." I sighed, and he pushed me a glass of coffee, which I took, sitting next to Andy.

" uh-uh, sure. And I know dolphins who sing." I said. Without missing a beat, Andy's head snapped up.

" Dude, Leon, you sing?" the room erupted in laughter, and the camera was shoved at me. I twirled it in time for you to see Leon, and Andy, swinging away.

" What are we doing here, again?" I stage whispered to Hanna. she laughed.

" Were watching manly men doing manly things." I snorted.

" There ain't nothing manly about those two." both there heads snapped up.

" HEY!" they said at the same time. I handed the camera to Hanna, seconds before you heard me gasp. When she focused on me again, I was thrown over Andy’s shoulder.

" Put... me... down!" I gasped, and he twirled me around, laughing. I groaned slightly.

" Andy, really, I'm going to be sick." I moaned. He continued to twirl.

As promised, I hurled.

" Ahh! Gross!" he yelled, seeing as he'd caught all of it. he set me down, and I staggered back to my seat.

" I warned you, dumbass." I said, rummaging in the cabinet next to me for something. The camera moved positions as Leon took it back.

" Izzy, may I ask you a question?" Andy asked non-chalantly, cleaning his shirt in his sink. I gave him a wary look.

"uh, sure. as long as it's not too personal." he wrung his shirt.

" How old are you?" I frowned further.

" 14. Why?" he froze, turning to me.

" And you won the chugging contest last night?" I shrugged, and the camera shook with Leon’s silent laughter.

" Yes, she did, and was still sane enough to beat the hell out of the drums. I taught her well." I grimaced, but didn't say anything.

" When is mom coming home?" Leon said suddenly. I glanced at a clock, and then lurched up.

" In about 30 minutes. Anyone in the kitchen when I get back is volunteering to clean up." the onlookers scattered, including Leon.

" Well, she knows how to fill, and clear a room."


the screen went black, and Chess turned to me. I blushed slightly, looking away.

" I'd like to hear you play sometime." I frowned.

" Maybe sometime." I said, not agreeing completely, but not refusing. He nodded, grinning, and put another movie in.

By 12, he had seen most of my personal moments, and not so personal, but still embarrassing moments. At the moment, he was laughing as I did a face plant at a party on a slip-in-slide. He pulled me closer and wiped his eyes.

" I'm so sorry, Iz, but that was too funny." he laughed again, and turned the T.V off. I shrugged his arm off.

" Sure you are, Chess. That’s why your laughing so hard." i stood up, but to my surprise, he lurched over the bed, grabbed my waist, and pulled me back down so fast my knees buckled and folded against his hands and my stomach.

" I'm serious, Izzy. Why don't you believe me?" he asked, pulling me closer and sitting up, until I was sitting on his crossed legs, and he was cradling me, his chin on my shoulder, arms wrapped around me. I still had my jacket on, and it must have bothered him, because he pulled it off, revealing my skintight spaghetti strap, striped enough to make a drunk dizzy. he had lost his shirt when we got home, and I could feel his chest pressed against my back through the thinness of my shirt. Fighting with the coldness of the rest of the room, he was like a furnace, and I found myself shivering. he tightened his grip on me.

" you didn't stay glued to my side today." he muttered, and i found myself smiling.

" No, but I didn't run away from you, either." i pointed out. he groaned.

" But still, You said you would." i sighed.

" Sorry, but I’m not very good at keeping promises sometimes." he made an agreeable sound, rocking us to that beat again.

" What song is that?" he froze.

" It’s not a song you'll know.” he said, swaying again. I frowned.

" Is it on your computer?" he didn't speak for a long time.

" Yes." he finally said, kissing the side of my neck. he turned me, and planted a kiss swiftly on my mouth.

" Now stop talking and kiss me, please." he said bluntly, pushing me down onto the bed, never letting his lips leave mine, not giving me much of a choice. his body covered mine as he kissed me deeply, and i twined my fingers in his hair. He pulled back suddenly.

" Are you sleeping down here with me tonight?" he asked, again bluntly. i knew what he meant. I could just as easily go to my room, close the door, and wait for him to go to sleep.

I didn't.

chapter thirteen

" Iz, wake up." Someone said, right next to my ear, waking me. I stretched on my stomach, the sheet only coming up to my hips. Someone’s arm was draped on my bare back, and it took me a moment to realize it was Chess.

" I'm up." i murmured, keeping my eyes closed and turning to face him. he surprised me into opening my eyes when he kissed me.

" You sure?" he asked as I opened my eyes. i stretched again, arms over my head.

" As sure as I’m going to be." I said, yawning. He grinned, his hand trailing up and down my back.

" Good, because if we don't get up soon, the guys will find us in our birthday suits." For some reason i found that funny, and i laughed so hard i was crying, rolling so that i was looking at the ceiling when i was done.

" you think I’m joking?" he asked, surprised. I shook my head, pulling the covers up to my chin, blushing slightly.

" no, I believe your completely serious. That’s why I found it so funny, sorry." he studied me for a minute, then leaned over me and kissed me softly for a few minutes, then pulled back.

" I'm serious, we need to go." he said, making no move to let me up. Instead, his arm slipped under the covers to wrap around my bare waist. I gasped slightly before he was kissing me again.

I heard a door slam outside.

We scrambled up, each grabbing for our clothes, gripping a cover around us. I scrambled up the stairs and was at the top when the front door opened.

Chess wasn't so lucky.


When I was dressed, i shimmied down the drainpipe, and walked to the doughnut shop down the street, bought a couple dozen, and got a ride back by taxi. i walked in, and Richie appeared in the hallway. about that time, I realized what i had promised myself.

i hadn't left last night.

" Doughnuts? How’d you know our weakness?" he said, reaching for a box. i spun out of his reach into the kitchen. Everyone tried to grab for it, but i waved them off.

" You get these on one condition." I said, looking everyone but chess straight in the eye. They all nodded.

" You leave me and him alone." I said emotionlessly, and they all groaned.

" That’s not fair!" Greg said, eyeing the box. I heard a stomach growl, and chess stood up and next to me. He reached down and pulled out a doughnut, then proceeded to eat it in front of them.

" This isn't really fair, you know. We walk in to find chess in nothing but a sheet, and your door closing, and we aren't aloud to talk about it?" Richie said, eyeing the box. I raised an eyebrow.

" do you want them or not?" i glanced at a clock, then did a double take.

" and choose hurriedly, because it's almost time to go to school." chess shook his head, eating another doughnut.

" no school today. something about a holiday. you don't pay very good attention in school, do you?" I shrugged.

" I'm not going without doughnuts. I promise to keep my mouth shut." greg said, reaching foreward. this time i let him have one.

they agreed pretty quickly after that.


after the boys left, i went to my room to think about my situation. it was at least three hours before lunch, so i had plenty of time. i laid down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling, deep in thought.

last night was amazing, i wont deny it. I’d never had so much fun with someone before, especially someone like him, usually i got someone more my style.

and from the goofy grins he kept giving me, he enjoyed it too.

and there was my dilemma.

if he really did like me, even a little bit, then i had a Huge problem. He just wouldn't let go, and that was an even bigger problem. if he didn't want me to go, i don't think i could anymore. which means i have to leave BEFORE he does something drastic.

"iz, can i come in?" came his voice from the other side of the door, making me jump. I sighed, closing my eyes.

" doors unlocked." I said, not opening my eyes as i heard it open. a few seconds later the bed sank with his added weight.

" you ok?" I opened my eyes