C8 Eight

Zoey's POV

Chris and I ordered pizza for food. I had 4 slices of them and damn, now I feel sick. Chris, on the other hand continues gobbling down his seventh slice. This boy can really eat. Chris takes a huge bite of the cheesy goodness and moans shamelessly. "My god," he chews his food loudly, "My god," he swallows it, "My god!" he breathes, "I think I just went to heaven." He takes a sip of his diet coke, "that's the best thing I've ever eaten," and he lets out a loud burp, patting his stomach with satisfaction.

"Gah that feels good."

"Gosh do you have any manners?" I scoff loudly, looking at him in disdain. Chris wrinkles his nose and rolls his eyes, flipping me off. How rude.

"So, what do you wanna do now?" Chris stares into the space for a moment before glancing at me and wiggling his eyebrows. O...kay?

"We can always make out." he winks. Ew what.

I fake a puking face to hide the redness on my cheeks and left the room. Part of the reason being I am still kind of embarrassed by the thoughts of Chris and I making out. I guess hanging out with Chris does have some side effects of mastering the art of perversion. Another reason would be just that all the food I've eaten is starting to take a toll on me. I plop myself down on the bed, bouncing on the mattress slightly. And before I know it, I drift into deep slumber.

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Chris' POV

I sneak a peek at her pretty face. I really like how her eyes look slightly green under the sunlight. It's like a light shade of emerald green with a little bit of turquoise to it. I remember how adorable she looks when I first met her. I could literally feel her heated gaze on me, checking me out oh so flagrantly. That girl really needs to improve on her skills of being secretive. A foolish smile made its way to my lips even before I could prevent it from doing so.

"So, what do you wanna do now?" Zoey's little voice calls out, reminding me yet again the time when we first met. She was stuttering! The fact that she was actually nervous talking to me just adds on to the reason why I have this foolish smile on my face. Gosh I'm behaving like a girl. It was then I realise Zoey's waiting for my response. I wipe away the stupid smile.

I glance at her and wiggle my eyebrows, knowing what I will be saying next would make her blush.

"We can always make out." I even add a wink for extra effect. Zoey fakes a gag, trying to hide her cute blush on those cheeks. And a split second later, she takes me surprise, by standing up and leaving the room suddenly. I quirk an eyebrow and follows after her.

I peek into her bedroom and there lies Zoey, sleeping on her bed. Half of her face is covered with hair and you can hear her snoring softly. She snuggles into a pillow and wraps her legs around it. I smile lightly at her some sort adorable appearance. Her chest rises and falls slowly in her slumber. I sit down beside her bed, staring at her. I reach forward and push away the hair that is sprawled all over her face and for a moment, Zoey wrinkles her nose, making a grunting noise. I try my best to suppress down the urge to laugh and chuckles. Zoey wrinkling her nose is by far the cutest thing I have seen.

Once again, that idiotic smile makes its grand appearance. A tingling sensation surges through my body. What the fuck is happening to me.

I place my palm over her left cheek, stroking it gently, not wanting her to be wakened up. My hand looks so huge compared to hers that is fittingly tucked between the pillow and her chin. The smile lingers on my face as I continue to admire her.

Soon, my eyelids became heavy and I dozed off.

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I woke up to a hand running through my hair, followed by a warm fingertip tracing my nose. My eyes are still closed so I peek through my eyelids a little to see a smiling Zoey. I almost find it hard to keep myself from grinning when I find her staring at me.

Deciding to play along with her, I fake a sleepy groan when her finger touches mine softly. Her touch sends a sensation down my body. Zoey freezes, her hand on mine still. This time, I shift and swat her hand away. She gasps and I swear to the Abraham Lincoln that her face at that point of time was seriously the funniest shit ever.

"Ow..." she begin to furiously rub her fingers and throw death glares at the soundly sleeping me while pouting.

I am having way too much fun. I begin making loud moaning sounds as Zoey tries to wake me up by nudging me. Her face turns from shocked and confused to awkward and disgusted.

"Zoey... oh... ah... yes......"

By now, her face is redder than Gianna's creepy red lipstick for Halloween when she played as Marilyn Monroe.

"Zoey! Yes! Ah..."

"Did he swallow the world's supply of Viagra or something? Who moans while sleeping?" she shudders with a grossed out face. I bite my lips hard enough to contain my laughter before stifling a fake yawn. I open my eyes and Zoey shuts her eyes so quickly that it almost went unnoticed. Now, she fakes her sleep.

"Mmmm I had a nice dream."

I watch as her face twists into disgust and turns a shade redder. I nudge her gently, she fakes a groan. I poke her sides, she flinches and fakes a louder groan. I pinch her cheeks, she brush my hand away and turns her back to me.

Oh so you wanna play too.

Hopping onto Zoey's bed, I wrap an arm around her waist. She tenses immediately, causing me to smirk. I nuzzle into the crook of her neck and press her back against my chest. I notice her grip on the sleeves of her sweater tightens and my smirk widens.

"Zoey, wake up," I whisper quietly, blowing my breaths on her ear as I do so.

"No. Get off me. Go go go go away."

"How about I get on you?" I breathe out. I did not expect my voice to come out this raspy.

I flip her over such that I can see her face. Her eyes are wide open and she has an awkward smile on her lips.

"Um how about no thank you?" her face and voice literally screams awkwardness and desperation to get away from this situation.

"You know, I had a dream about you, babe." I smile innocently and pull her closer to me. The ends of her brown hair tickle my arm. Our faces are dangerously close.

"Really? If it doesn't involve hot guys like Liam Hemsworth, I wouldn't be exactly interested to know more." I smirk at Zoey's failed attempt to wriggle out of my grip and her pouting.

"Well, it does involve some hot stuff since I'm in the dream," I click my tongue playfully and shoot a subtle wink at her.

"Wanna know more about this dream?"

"Maybe not, since you're involved." She mumbles and I chuckles.

"I dreamt of you and I having -" Zoey clamps her palm over my mouth immediately, but I continue anyway.

"We fur hafing fex," my voice came out muffled. Zoey has her other covering an ear and her eyes shut tightly. My lips curl into a smile under her hand. Why am I smiling so much lately?

"Okay wow, that's an amazing dream. Thanks for sharing. "She informs and pushes her way off the bed. I throw my head back laughing and before she even has the chance to leave the room, I grab her by the waist and have her ear just below my lips. The scent of her lavender shampoo wavers through my nose, Zoey smells really nice.

"We were having -" before I can actually finish, Zoey runs off.

"Shhhhhhhh I'm deaf so shut up!"

Once again, I throw my head back and laugh heartily.

Zoey's just really cute.