Babysitting The Bad Boy's Brother.

Interruptions.

Amanda.

There was a knock on the door and they pulled away swiftly.

"What the actual fuck?" He mumbled.

"Wait, I'll see." Amanda got up and adjusted her shirt.

"No, I'll see." He got up and jumped out of the bed.

He reached the door and unlocked it.

The person on the other side was really eager because just as Ansel unlocked the door, He flung open the door, Ansel took a step back in shock.

"Yo, My man!" The person entered the room and enveloped Ansel in a hug.

"Woah, what the fuck?"

"That's not the way to greet your best friend, now is it?"

"Seth!" 

They pulled away and Seth moved towards Amanda to hug her.

"How are you?" She asked. He pulled away and grinned.

"I'm fine, looks like I just ruined a moment here." 

Ansel rolled his eyes.

"Nothing you haven't done before,"

"Before?" Amanda looked at him, narrowing her eyes.

"He meant the time when Andrea an-," Seth started to speak but Ansel didn't let him finish his sentence.

"How did you know we'd be here?" He asked.

"Amanda told me when she was coming here, that she'd be staying here. So I came to check on you. I was just on my way to the dorm,"

"It's good that you stopped by, but you're not here to take me with you, Right?" 

"Nope, you are a big boy. You can find your way back, I'll see you when you get back."

"Kay, man," They both high-fived each other and nodded. It seemed like if they were talking without speaking.

Boys.

"Have fun!" Seth called as he left the room.

"Okay, so where were we?" Ansel asked as he walked towards the door to close it.

Just as he was closing it, Seth reappeared. 

"What now?" Ansel demanded.

"I forgot to add, Have fun. But not too much fun," He emphasized on 'too' and winked at him.

"I'm seriously going to kill you now." 

"Okay, kids! bye-bye!" Seth waved and was gone. For real this time.

"Okay, So?" He turned towards her and raised his eyebrows.

"What?" 

"Should I carry you back?" He asked.

"No, I'm good and hungry. Let's order something," 

"You don't want me?" He demanded.

"Of course, I want you. But just not here," 

He took a step towards her and placed his thumb over her lower lip.

"Why not?"

"I want it to be special," She replied.

"Okay, I'll make it special." He nodded, removed his thumb from her lower lip, and made his way towards the bed.

He laid down on the bed, his eyes closed she followed him and laid down beside him.

"Are you sleeping?" She asked.

"No."

"So why are your eyes closed?" She asked.

"Because I want them to be closed," 

"Talk to me," 

"I'm talking."

"This is not talking."

"So how am I supposed to talk?" 

"Just talk."

"Amanda, I am talking," His eyes were still closed.

"Talk about things,"

"What things?"

"Anything." 

"I have nothing to talk about right now."

"You don't love me now," She whispered. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her.

"I love you and you know that," 

"Hm." 

He reached for her hand and took it into his.

"I freaking love you, okay? Don't you ever say that again," She looked at him, His eyes showed sincerity.

"I love you, too."

"And now we kiss." He said and got on top of her smashing his lips over hers.

They lay there kissing and only kissing.

She had dreamt of this all and now she was living it.

With the love of her life.

Ansel Luck.

The handsome, adorable, and lovely, Ansel Luck.

The Asshole number one, Ansel Luck.

He pulled away and looked at her.

"You're probably thinking that you're so lucky to have me as your boyfriend, right?" He asked.

"Boyfriend? Who said you were my boyfriend?" She asked.

"Am I not?" 

"You never asked me to be your girlfriend, You just don't suppose things." 

"Now I'm embarrassed. Well, I'll ask you when I'm ready." He grinned and she rolled her eyes.

"Sure."

His eyes traveled to her chest and he kept staring.

"What are you looking at?" She demanded. He was still on top of her.

"That's the necklace I got you for Christmas." He whispered.

He took the emerald green infinity sign between his thumb and forefinger and looked at it.

"I thought you threw it away,"

"Why would I do that? " She asked.

"I don't know, because you hated me?" 

"I never hated you."

"I know." He said and kissed her again.

She pulled away a few minutes later.

"You're never going to leave me, right?" She asked.

He stared at her.

"What gives you that idea?"

"I don't know, I'm scared."

He smiled.

"Then don't be. I'm never leaving you, even when you'll be old and grumpy I'll be with you. You understand?" 

She smiled.

"Promise?"

He kissed her nose.

"Promise."