Semua Bab When Best Friends Kiss: Bab 171 - Bab 180

(TODD’S POV) “Heyyy Babyyy,” Leslie cooed as she turned the camera in my direction briefly before turning it back to face her as she mouthed the lyrics to Sabrina Carpenter’s “Espresso,” which, by the way, was blasting from the speakers in my own car. I know. The next day came too fast, and even with Leslie Williams being dropped off at my house so that I could take her to school. As planned. She did not seem to care that I was stone-faced or being icy with her. She did not care that I had only said good morning curtly in front of my parents and not another word since then. Instead, she looked excited, happy, like it was her first day at her dream job. I felt relieved when we were at the parking lot, and I couldn’t have opened the door faster. Leslie was out of the car just as I did, her bag in her hand as she adjusted her hair with the help of the side mirror. I locked the car and started walking away, but I heard her heels fast approaching. “Baby! Wait up!” she called in a brea

(TODD'S POV) I straightened my jacket before ringing the doorbell and stepped back a little. Memories of today seemed to be imprinted in my brain, but now that I was at the front door of the Davis's home, everything seemed to be fading away. The worries, the fears, the anxiety eating me up. Nothing scared me like the conversation with Dana Williams. It had wrecked my day even more than her daughter had, and to be honest, after thinking so deeply and for so long, I still don’t know what to do. I sighed deeply, hoping for the door to be opened quickly. I needed to see Rory, for comfort, for peace, and of course most importantly, to assure her. I silently prayed that anyone would open the door except Colonel Larry Davis. My mind was already tired out from thinking about Dana Williams, and all I wanted was anything to lessen my anxiety—in this case, not Rory's dad being the first face I see here. The door opened and Nana's friendly face suddenly came into view. Her face further

(TODD'S POV) I could see it in her eyes. She missed me. She wanted me. It set me ablaze and made me feel so angry that I could not just take her somewhere to devour her and please her, to show her how much I wanted her just as much as she wanted me. But for now, I knew a good way to make her feel good. A good way to make her have a nice memory to hold on to until we could have some quality time together. "Just rest your head on my shoulder like you were doing before," I whispered as I kissed the top of her head. She nodded and did as I instructed. Then I wrapped her blanket over our knees, grateful that it was lengthy enough. Then my hands slid under the blanket. I moved to her lap and massaged gently before slipping my fingers under the waistband of her jeans. She gasped softly, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into me. I found my way to the button and popped it open quickly, the sound small but deafening in the quiet night. "Todd," she breathed, her fingers grippi

(RORY’S POV) “Oh my goodness!” Amanda exclaimed clapping her hands together. She put an arm around me, dancing and shaking my body in excitement as we turned a corner. “Get out of my way, losers!” A rude looking boy said as she shoved past us. “I’m so sorry.” I called after him but my soft voice was no match at all, to Amanda’s louder voice. “Grow some eyes, tool!” She called after the guy. I gasped and turned to her. “Amanda, we walked in to him.” “Oh! Forget all about that Rory! That was the most romantic and the sexiest thing I have ever heard.” She said battling her eyelashes at no one in particular. Then she turned back to me, a serious look reflecting .”You do know that I have read a lot of books and so this is not some kind of flattery.” She said to me. I nodded at her. “Yes I know this.” I assured her. “I’m so glad for you and Todd.” She said softly. “It’s not so easy to see true love.” “True love?” I laugh nervously, my cheeks growing hit. “Yea. True

(RORY'S POV) I don't even know how I got past the crowd of laughter, how I didn't bump my head into the door on my way out, because everything was hazy and blurry as I ran. I could hear Amanda's voice call for me as I ran but I didn't stop. I just kept going down the hall, not wanting to stop. But Amanda was faster than me and soon she caught up with me. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she said to me, pulling me into her arms. I sobbed against her shirt, the sounds echoing in the almost empty hallway. "I'm so sorry," she repeated, and her eyes were cracked. She sounded like she was crying. Definitely because she felt sad for me. She knew what had happened with my Mum and how sensitive I was to it. "Leslie is a horrible person who needs to make others feel terrible to make herself feel better," Amanda's comforting words tried their best to soothe me. We remained that way for some minutes until I stopped crying. I used a napkin to dry my face while Amanda stayed consoling me. “It’s ok