7. No control huh?

A/n:

THIS IS NOT EDITED.

WILL BE EDITED WHEN I FINALLY GET OUT OF MY GRAVE AND DO SOME REAL WRITING WORK.

If it's cringe, I'm sorry.

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For the people who wanted more River content:

Part two of sixth chapter may come out after this.

Vote and comment, don't be a silent reader.

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When y'all read silently and don't vote, my mind goes:

Don't. Be. F*cking. Rude.

*hits you with a purse filled with rocks*

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Anyways, this is not as detailed as precious chapters cuz it wasn't even planned and I got a random idea lol.

Anyways, enjoy? Idk.

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I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO NAME THE CHAPTER.

And I was listening to one direction so ehh.

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"He's so looking at you right now." I feel my best friend Jordan nudge me.

I smirk without looking over as I bathe in the summer sun, getting tanned without much disturbance, except for Jordan nudging me every time he catches Ian look over at us.

"How are you not affected by him Emma?" he asks, faking being offended.

"Why don't you try on him." I reply smoothly as I finally look over at him.

Jordan pouts, looking just the opposite of what a 6'2 tall, buff guy should look like.

He so does not pull off that pout.

"But babe he's straight and kinda dating you if you forgot."

I furrow my brows before smirking and mocking him with a "He is, isn't he."

Jordan looks away from me as he ties his long hair in a man bun.

I swear I'll cut them when he sleeps.

"I can feel your hatred for my hair radiating from you right now." He chuckles before covering his brown orbs with his ray bans and looking over to where the swimmers are messing around again.

I untie my now loosen ponytail and tie my locks up into a high ponytail again, my messy waves all in different shades of dirty blondes and browns to make them look summery.

I scan the swimmers and my grey eyes finally catch his blue ones.

He winks at me playfully before running his fingers through his dirty blonde short curls.

He smiles at me before turning to a guy, I think Josh, whose back is facing him and jumping on it, making them both fall and let out strings of curses.

"He's a little drunk." I hear one of the guys tell Josh as he shouts at Ian, who's looking at the ground like a kid being punished.

I sigh as I get up, slipping my shades on my eyes and shrugging my floral bikini cover up over my plain black two piece.

"Ian let's go, you need sleep." I shout as I walk towards them.

His pouty lips have turned into a smile as he walks towards me, now ignoring the tired looking Josh.

Ian reaches me and puts his heavy arms on my shoulder, awkwardly trying to hug me.

"Get him off." I look at the guys who just snicker and shrug in reply.

"Babe let's go." I tug his bulky arms off of me.

"Oooo am I getting laid Ems?" she gives me a toothy grin, his hair now falling at his face.

"No." I reply as I tug him towards the beach house we are all staying at for the weekend.

After struggling to get him to our room and then to the shower, I finally plop on the fluffy soft bed.

"Babeee why are you so mean." I hear Ian whine and groan out loud.

I swear I packed a pocket knife, why tf can I not remember where I kept it?

"And how exactly am I mean?" I sigh as I see him exit the bathroom, just in his boxers and his hair dripping wet.

I get up and pull a towel out from my bag as he sits on the edge of our bed, looking at me with a grumpy look.

"You're never hanging out with me, never sitting beside me, or literally anything when we're with someone else."

"I thought you didn't like pda." I furrow my eye brows as I run the towel through his wet hair.

His arms sink around my waist as he rests the side of his head just below my chest, making it hard for me to dry his hair.

"I didn't." he murmured and I run my fingers through his damp head.

"Well then what now?"

His face gets away from my body a little too fast, giving him a whiplash.

"That was so weird." He grinned, his right hand holding his head, left still on my waist.

He gets crincles around his eyes when he laughs...

I smile at his adorable drunk form.

"Be my girlfriend Emma." He looks up at me, his blue orbs gazing on every part of my face before settling on my grey eyes.

"You're drunk." I reply, shaking my head and detaching his arm from around me as I go through my bag for my pajama.

"No I actually planned it." He pouts, walking towards his bag and coming back with a green piece of clothing in his hands.

"Don't tease me later, but I got this for you for when you come to my swimming races in the future..." his voice fades away as his hand scratches his neck.

I snatch the cloth away from him and see a jersey.

Their team jersey. With his number on the back.

"Umm I mean I get it we don't actually wear jerseys like the jocks in my sport but I do have an exact same one for when we have inter school or state competitions to wear before our turn, I get it if you say no, I just was excited for this, to give this to you on the beach on our last day and then..." I smash my lips into his' stopping his rambling, for which I'm hundred percent never leaving him alone.

I feel his lips respond to mine as his hand travel to my waist, mine now on his neck.

"You're gonna hate yourself for spoiling your own plan tomorrow Ian." I grin, pulling away.

His eyes widen, as if he just realized he spoilt the plan "wait did I just do this? oh shit. That was gonna be perfect."

"This is perfect too." I smile at him, making his lips pull up into a wide smile too.

"Now go get some trousers on." I smack his ass before pulling away, bursting in laughter.

He gasps "Ms Emma, you got no control huh? "

He turns around, now singing the tune to the song no control by one direction.

I giggle at him as I finally check his almost bare body out.

His tall figure rummages through his bag for a trouser, his shoulder muscles flexing in a way that makes me want to just run my fingers on them.

His ass is smackable, I smirk at it, planning to smack him again when he passes from in front of me.

He turns around and his ass is replaced by something else.

How big would he be?

I wonder as I look at it, as if the answer is just gonna appear.

"Emma!" He snapped, scaring me as my eyes look away from his particular region and to his eyes.

"My eyes are up here you know." He teases me with a smirk.

"Your head's down there though." I smirk evilly.

Two can play at this game.

I saw his jaw drop as he stares at me before dragging out in a dramatic voice "you're nastyyyy." And running out of the room and into the bathroom, out of my sight.

I giggle to myself as I plop down on the bed again.

This feels good.

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This was planned to be around 600 words long and it's around 1250 wtfff

Don't y'all dare @ me for the dirty joke.

It's not like y'all aren't a part of wattpad.

You ain't innocent.

anyways guys, im gonna remind you of my pet.

this is peanut.

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please feed him food in the comments or he'll die.

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