Tiffany's POV:
I wake up to the sound of silence. And it was pretty dark in this room. I cringe and turn to the clock beside my bed to see that it's six thirty in the morning. I guess I went to bed too early, and hearing the guys arguing again from up here made me want to stay up here.
I let out a loud yawn, hopping up and out of bed. I decide that I'll get some training in before Kyle decides to ruin my fun. Maybe I can learn something new by myself.
After changing into my sport clothes, I jog down to the backyard and begin my training. First I wanted to start lifting something else, like leaves. So I do. I concentrate on the leaves lifting into the air and make them move in different directions.
I then decide to move back to training with the water. I do the same thing by concentrating on the water, raising it in the air and spinning in circles, then a blue butterfly caught my attention making me loose my concentration and making the water fall back into the pond with a big splash. The freezing cold water splashes on me, making a chill run through my body.
Today isn't a warm morning either. It's cold and now the cold water splashing on me just makes it worse. Dang it.
I run through the garden to the back door, opening it quickly and letting it slam behind me and go to rush up the stairs only to bump into a hard wall.
"Woah! Tiff, you ok?"
I let out a sigh. Damn it, I actually thought it was a wall.
"I-I'm f-fine." I say, stuttering as my body starts to shake. Kyle's eyes widen and looks down at my body.
"Tiff you're shaking and soaking wet! What happened?" Kyle asks sounding concerned. I just shake my head but he puts his hands on my shoulders.
"What do you want me to say? Huh! For goodness sake just let me be. You've showed about enough of how little you actually care about me Conaway. At least your brother actually shows he cares." I suddenly gasp as my back hits the wall behind me.
"Tiffany. Don't you dare. You know very well I actually care cause I brought you here before you got killed. I do care, really." With each word he spoke his face gets closer and closer to mine. "I care about you far too much than I should but I do."
"How are you going to prov-Â achoo."
I think I'm catching a cold.
"Achoo."
Well I know for sure I'm sick now.
"Come on." Kyle says grabbing my hand and pulling me up the stairs,
"What are you doing?" I ask annoyed, practically running behind him.
"I'm showing you I actually care." He tells me and pushes me towards a door. Or more specifically the bathroom door in my bedroom. "Go, have a shower. I'll get your clothes."
I stay in my spot and he nods his head towards the door, "Go before you get sick."
"Fine." I grumble and close the bathroom door behind me.
I turn the tap so the water's not too hot or too cold. And then I strip down to nothing letting the warm water drench my freezing cold body.
I can't help but think why he's attempting to be nice. Like come on is he bipolar or something? These thoughts are running through my head as the water slides down my body. I close my eyes taking in the warmth of the water.
When I'm satisfied and cleansed my body with the soap that Tyler brought me on our shopping trip, I turn the taps off and get out. Grabbing a towel I quickly dry my body and hair, the cold breeze giving me a chill. I wrap the towel around my body tightly and look to the bench an to realise my clothes are in my room. Damn it.
I knock on the door, "Kyle! You in there?"
No answer. So I take it as the coast is clear. I slightly open the door and peak out and no one's in there, so I quickly tippy toe into the room and find a set of clothes laid out on the bed... including lingerie, which was kinda weird since Kyle went in my lingerie drawer.
Anyways, as quickly as I can I drop the towel and hop into my underwear and quickly clip my bra in place before someone walked in on me.
I hear footsteps coming from behind me and turn around. My eyes widening and I quickly dip for the towel and wrap it around me as fast as I could. But I know for a fact that dipping for the towel was a bad decision since my boobs came out slightly, but thankfully he didn't notice or did he.
I spoke too soon.
I watch Kyle as he walks towards me like a predator, so slow and torturing.
"Conaway." I say warning, gripping the towel tighter around me. How can I be soo stupid and not check it the door was closed? But he ignores me and advances on me, stopping when he is barely a foot apart from me.
"Tiffany." He says in a barely a whisper. And he used my actual name. What happened to his nickname?
His hand moves up to caress my cheek and I'm too shocked to move. What the hell? What happened to the arrogant Kyle I know?
"Your beautiful you know that."
That one sentence made me freeze up, totally forgetting that I'm in just my under garnets and a towel.
"C-Conaway." I stutter. Wait why am I stuttering? Oh darn it. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"Nothing. What are you doing?" Kyle asks me and my eyes widen as his head leans towards mine. I notice his eyes dart to my lips a few times, I just gulp. All the warning signals are going off in my head and I'm just standing glued on the spot.
No, this can't be happening.
As soon as my inner self says that his lips attach to mine. Attempting to kiss me where as I'm not giving in.
"You know you want to Tiffany." He murmurs against my lips. I gulp again.
No you don't. Don't fall for his little trap, he's just pulling you in and will end up acting like a jerk again.
You know you want to. Another part deep inside of me whispers and I gasp.
I realise I actually gasped because Kyle squeezed my ass, giving him access to my mouth. Damn it, I was too lost in my thoughts to realise what he was doing.
His tongue massages my tongue lightly and starts to explore my mouth, I soon find debating wheather to bite it or to respond. But as his other arm wraps around my waist, I find myself responding and kiss him back, fluttering my eyes shut.
Idiot. My inner self says. You are truly an idiot.
My arms slip around his neck while his hands sit just above my ass. Yes I know I should feel violated but I don't. For some strange reason I am actually enjoying this kiss.
His hands pull me closer to his body and my hands soon end up in his hair, feeling how soft it is. Then there's this minty flavour in his mouth that is just addicting, making my tongue fight his tongue for dominance.
Wait a sec. What am I thinking? What is he thinking kissing me? I suddenly find myself again and remove my hands from his hair and move them to his chest and push him back. My eyes now wide.
I am such an idiot.
I look at Kyle to see his eyes are filled with lust and his lips are curled into a grin.
"Get out." I say, looking down at the floor. I bite on my lip nervously. I see a flash of emotion in Kyle's eyes but it was to quick to see what it was.
"Wh-"
"I said get out!" I demand. I am truly an idiot.
"What? Was it the ki-"
"Just get out!!" I yell.
What the fuck is wrong with me? First I respond to his kiss, and now I'm yelling.
I suddenly remember that I was just in a towel and my under garments and look down at my body to see the towel now lying on the floor. I look back up and see Kyle looking at my body and my face, showing no emotion, although that grin is still there on his lips. I quickly pick up my towel while covering my boobs and wrap it back around me, again.
"I thought you were enjoying that." He suddenly says and I grind my teeth together in anger. Was that his way of proving he cares?
"Just fucking get out! Now Conaway!" I yell, my voice yelling louder and louder by the minute.
Kyle puts his hands up in surrender and walks backwards towards the door. Once he finally leaves, closing the door behind him, I grab the closet thing to me- which happens to be a pillow- and throw it at the wall.
Damn him.
Damn everything little thing about him.
Damn everything to do with Kyle freaking Conaway!
"Achoo."
Again. I sniffle and wipe my nose with the back of my hand. Jeez, it's been one day and I feel like I'm getting worse. On top of that my throat is killing me and feels like sandpaper, my nose is blocked, my ears are really sensitive and I have the worst head ache.
On top of that, for the last day I've been avoiding Kyle freaking Conaway. Especially after what happened. So Tyler was stuck with me for the whole day, not that he minded though.
I head downstairs and see Tyler in the kitchen cooking, but I can't smell what it is since my freaking nose is blocked.
"Hey- whoa. What the hell happened to you little-T?" Tyler says with wide, concerned eyes.
"I'm sick." I sigh, taking a seat at the breakfast bar. "I kind of figured I look like shit since my hair is a birds nest on the top of my head, considering it hasn't been brushed in a day." I tell him and he nods,
"Well tonight we're having soup for dinner, it'll make you feel better."
"Thanks Ty." I say, my voice sounding off due to my blocked nose.
"And here you go. Breakfast is served, a lovely batch of pancakes." Tyler says sliding over a plate of pancakes.
"Why than- achoo."
"Don't sneeze on the food. I spent ages cooking them." He jokes and I playfully glare,
"I'd nev- achoo."
"I really think you should be on bed rest little-T. Go upstairs and I'll bring up your food, with some medication to help get rid of it."
"No, really it's fine Ty. I'll eat and then I'll go back to bed."
"Where's Kyle? He should be up by now." Tyler murmurs to himself and I internally groan.
Not Kyle. Please don't bring him up. Not after what happened yesterday.
"I don't know. Why don't you go see." I suggest after taking a bite of the delicious pancakes, although today I don't even feel like eating them.
"I'll do just that and I'll bring you some Advil. Wait here."
I nod and just watch as he heads up the stairs. I take another bite of the pancake after swallowing I give up. My throat is killing with every swallow of food that goes down my throat. I hop off the chair and grab a glass, filling it with water.
I take a sip and gulp, my throat won't even let me have a sip of water without it being painful.
I hear fast loud footsteps coming from the stairs to see Tyler, smirking.
"Well well well. One sick I can understand but two. Well how could that have happened?" Tyler says, amusement in his tone.
I shrug and walk around him, only for him to catch my wrist in his hand.
"Now now little-T. No need to be shy. Tell me. What happened?" He asks.
"N-nothing." I stutter, feeling my cheeks heat up at the mention of something happening. "Really, nothing happened. Now I'm going up to my ro- achoo." I sniffle and take another sip of water from the glass in my hand.
"Whatever you say little-T. But remember you can always tell me anything." He says and I nod,
"Thanks Ty. I'm just-" I cut myself off, pointing to the stairs and gently pulling my hand out of his grip with a small smile and heading towards the stairs.
"Your forgetting something." He says holding out his hand with two small blue pills laying in the center.
"Right." I say putting my hand out, he drops them in my hands and I throw my hand to my mouth, the pills dropping on my tongue and gulp some water down to make them go down easier. But with my throat being sore, didn't help much.
"Just be careful." Tyler says and I look at him, studying him, the look in his eyes. I knew what he was talking about or at least had a drift of what he meant, cause it definitely had nothing to do with me being sick.
"I will be. Don't you worry."
But he did, cause the look he gave me told me he didn't believe me.
He nods cautiously and I smile, and head up the stairs and back to my room, thinking about what he said and what happened last night. But that soon left my mind as another tickle through my nose appeared making me sneeze.
Well, I have nothing better to do but lay in bed all day.
Time for my boredom to kick in.
After two hours of laying down, blowing my nose into tissues, coughing, sweating like a pig under the blankets and having my brain pound every time a thought came to mind. I was drowning utter boredom. I had nothing to do. I couldn't train, I couldn't watch TV since there was only one in the whole house which is in the lounge room, unless the guys have one in their room... that would be unfair. But I have nothing to do.
Normally when I'm sick, I have Avery with me keeping me company. I wish she was here, with me. And my family. I miss them but what can I do, I can't go back. I'll get killed. But there is a possibility that they are in danger.
I hear a knock on the door and I look up to see familiar face.
"Hey Cal." I say looking at him, with a slight smile.
"You look like shit."
"Thanks." I say sarcastically.
"No probs." Cal says closing the door behind him and holding up a plastic bag and a laptop. "I brought you these. As soon as Tyler told me I knew immediately you would be bored."
"How did you know I would be bored? I could just be bored when you're around." I say smugly, through a blocked nose, making my voice sound weird.
"Because you were having fun the last time we hung out and... I brought my laptop." I gave him a look, raising my brow, "Wait for it... with Netflix." He says putting his hands out, and smiling like an idiot making me laugh.
"Well that does sound like fun."
"Now," He throws me the plastic bag, luckily I caught it. I look into the bag and find two tubs of ice cream, caramel peanut brittle. Yumm. I look further into the bag and find some cough drops, cough medicine, Advil, and a box of tissues. "-so yea. What's your choice?"
"What?" I ask, figuring out I tuned out of what he was saying. He chuckles,
"Tiffany, pay attention. I said, what do you want to watch? Since we have a few options, what's your choice?" He repeats and I smile,
"Your really letting me choose?"
"Yep, as long as it's not a chick flick, I don't care."
"Ok, well I want to watch the new episodes of Pretty Little Liars. Is that ok with you?" I ask with a grin and he laughs,
"Well-"
"Of course it's fine. I'm watching with you's. I'm bored as fuck in my room." Kyle says, looking just as bad as me. He closes the door behind him and comes and sits by me on the bed.
Well there goes the plan of ignoring him, but that plan wouldn't have lasted long anyways since he lives here.
"Whatever, just don't get me sick." Callum says. As he goes to pick up the tub of ice cream that Kyle just picked up and I already had the other tub in my hand, spoon full already in my mouth. Callum looks at Kyle with wide eyes,
"Hey! That's mine!" He snaps at Kyle making me laugh, turning into a cough. Kyle just grins,
"Not anymore."
I click on the link to PLL, only to see that there is more than five episodes that I haven't seen. I cheered internally and click on the episode I'm up to with a wide grin, but my head starts pounding at my internal cheering. PLL marathon!! The guys just continue going back and forth with there little argument about the ice cream that Kyle just double dipped his spoon into. I put Pretty Little Liars on play and shush the guys, making them shush me back. I point to the screen and give them a stern look, making them sigh and pay attention to the screen.
Well, this is going to be fun!
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A/N:
Here you go another chapter. Sadly I can relate to Tiffany, since I've been sick the last few days making my mind go into writer's block. But I've been doing the same as Tiffany, eating ice cream and watching the new eps of PLL that I didn't know came out.
Anyways hope you enjoyed... even though it's not my best chapter.
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