Elly & Kent - The Complete Story: Includes Books 1-3 (5 page)

"This feels like a drug deal," he chuckled as he set them on the floor by his leg.
 

"It
is
a drug deal, pretty much." I pulled out a two-liter of Mountain Dew and put it next to his leg.
 

"How much do I owe you?" he asked as he stared at the Dew.

"It's my turn to buy, you don't owe me anything."

"Alright." He said softly as his attention turned back to me. "So, you want to play?" Kent held the controller out for me to take. I grabbed the controller and sat on his bed. I did want to play, just not the silly video game. I smiled sweetly in his direction, "Sure, could you go get us some glasses for the Dew?"

"Ok. No cheating while I'm gone." Kent stood up and went downstairs. I heard him talking to his mom but I couldn't hear what he was saying because I was too busy hiding his controllers. I stuffed them into his sock drawer, burying them deep. Then I moved to the door to see if I could hear anything. I couldn't so I went back to his bed and sat on it innocently. I quickly ripped open the Twizzlers and made sure my hands looked busy. So busy they couldn't have hidden his controllers.

His feet thumped up the stairs and soon he was back, two glasses in hand. "You done playing already?"

I frowned at him, "What are you talking about? You took the controller with you. I was waiting for you to come back." I set the Twizzlers aside and grabbed the Dew, slowly unscrewed the cap, letting the fizzies out.

He looked very confused. "You didn't have to wait you know where the other controller is." He nodded to the corner of the bed.

I shrugged and shook my head, standing up with the Dew to pour it into the glasses. "It wasn't there. I already looked."

"That's weird." He set the glasses on his nightstand and then went about looking to see if I was lying. I grinned behind his back and made sure I wiped it off before he could see it.

"Elly, where did you hide it?!" His eyes looked into mine and then to my hands. "Where's the other one?" He asked me softly.

As he looked at me with crazy eyes I almost lost it, "The one that you took downstairs or the other one? It doesn't matter, I don't know where either of them are. You
should
have one." Which of course he didn't, because I'd hidden it. Oh, I loved these games. It was getting tough to keep a straight face but somehow I'd managed.

Kent looked at me as the confusion set in. "I had what? All I went down stairs with was me. Alright, Elly...where did you hide it?"

I let a laugh out, just one, like he was ridiculous. "I didn't hide it, Kent! Why don't you just go downstairs and see if you left it in the kitchen by accident?"

A smirk travelled along his lips as he pushed the glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Fine, I'll go. But it won't be down there!"

I sighed, "Whatever. You'll see you just left the thing down there." I grabbed my glass and followed him to the stairs. I waited at the top listening and waiting, the smile returning when his back was turned.

"Mom, did I leave a controller down here?" I heard Kent ask his mom.

"No dear, you just came down and got some glasses for you and your girlfriend."

"MOM!"

 
I almost spit out the Dew I was drinking and ran back into his room when I saw his hair peek between the banister bars. He entered the room a minute later and shook his head.
 

"Wasn't down there. Not that I'm surprised." He said softly as he took the Mountain Dew from my hand and put it on the desk before turning back to face me. "So, Elly..." He jumped at me, pushed me back onto his bed and started tickling. I screamed and started laughing almost immediately. I tried to get my leg between us to hold him off but I couldn't.

"I didn't... I didn't..."

Kent was relentless with the tickling, "You did! You hid them! Admit it." He was laughing too as he tickled me.

"Kent! Stop!" I rolled onto my side and struggled to push his hands away, gasping for breath between laughs, I felt my face turning red. He followed my motions, laying on my side so he could snake his hands between my arms.

"Not until you promise to give them back! Give my precious back to me!" He did his Golem voice from the Hobbit, and he did it rather well.

I squealed and the tickle session was interrupted by a loud knock on his bedroom door frame. "Kent!" His mother was scowling at him and that caused him to rocket away, his cheeks turning pink from embarrassment.

"Mom.. I was just... no funny business..." He held his hands up innocently.

I grinned, still panting to get my breath back. His mother gave him a look and then walked down the hall, a laundry basket in her arms. I looked at Kent and giggled.
 

"Hush you. You're lucky my mom saved you." He stuck his tongue out at me.

I whispered so his mom wouldn't overhear. "Why does she think you're going to impregnate me with your tickle fingers? Have you done it before?"

He pushed the glasses up his nose. "No. She's just being a mom. Her baby boy can't be interested in girls or anything, much less think about sex..."

"Which you weren't." I was still whispering and chuckled as I got up and quietly shut the door. I turned around and made wide 'OMG' eyes and then laughed as I ran back to the bed.

"You're going to get me into trouble one of these days for shutting the door." He smirked as he stayed where he was on the bed.

"I know. That's the plan...KENT, YOUR MOM SAID NO!" I laid down right next to him and tousled my hair.

"Elly!" He stood up from the edge of the bed and moved towards the door, but before he could get there, the door opened and his mom stood there.

"Kent, do that again and you know what will happen."

Kent shook his head and sighed. "Sorry mom. I'll leave it open, promise."

I pressed my lips together to try to hide the grin. I stayed quiet on the bed and waited for his mom to retreat again.
 

"Ooooh Kent, you're in big trouble."

Kent turned his gaze towards me on his bed and frowned at me. He shot daggers with his eyes as he moved over and took a seat in his computer chair.

"Oh come on, it was funny..." I was still smiling as I watched him, staying put on the bed.

"I'm one more screw-up from being grounded and you sent home. I don't think that's funny at all, Elly." He smirked as he leaned back against the chair and stretched his legs out.

"You do. I can see the smile." I sat up. "So, since you lost the controllers what are we going to do now? Go trolling?"

"Okay. Bring the Dew and those Twizzlers." He stood up from the computer seat to let me sit down after booting up his computer.

I grabbed the Twizzlers and sat down at the computer. "You go get the Dews. They're over there." I motioned to his dresser. I opened the Twizzlers and then opened his web browser. I hit CTRL+H and glanced at his history with a grin. It was the same old, same old; porn and anime. I gasped.
 

"Kent! You have a problem." I laughed and clicked on the last one he visited: BustyGirl Movies.

"Why do you always do this?" He groaned as he looked at the open door and hoped his mom didn't walk by again.

I covered my mouth to filter the giggle. "Because it never ceases to be entertaining. You think you'd learn to clear your history. Busty girls...I see a booby theme amongst your porn."

"Shush!" His cheeks were burning as he sat there next to me. I could tell he was endlessly embarrassed. He sighed and shook his head.

I took a moment to tease him, "Kent you're so cute when you blush."

His eyes turned to mine. "Can you just turn it off?"

I reached out and pretend to flip his nose like a light switch. "Nope, can't turn your blushing off. You'll have to do it yourself." I chuckled and turned back to the computer, closed the browser and then opened a fresh page. "So where should we chat today? Sexy chat or sports chat or nerdy chat? Old fogies chat?"

"The hook up chat. That one is funny sometimes." He spoke softly as he cleared his throat and moved a little closer so he could read the screen, I could feel his presence behind me, his face over my shoulder. His nearness made me nervous, if I turned my head just so I could kiss him. I couldn't let my best friend know about those feelings though, he was into busty girls, obviously, and despite my larger size, the boobs were still on the small size.

"Yesss, the hookup chat." I typed and after a few clicks we were in.

"So are we going to be a hot ass teenager?"

"Yes, and we're going to hit on the oldest dude in the room."

I heard him chuckle, the sound vibrating the hoodie I wore. "Find a few photos to share. Decline any from him cause I don't wanna see any penises."

"Maybe I do want to see some. And maybe your mom would like to see that instead of the boobs she normally sees on your computer." I clicked on the profiles of each of the chat members and jumped when I found the oldest male. "Ah ha! Got him!" My shoulder bumped Kent's chin and he fell backwards in his chair.

"Jeez. Trying to knock me out here." I turned around to look at him.
 

"Oops, sorry." I turned back to the screen when I saw that he was fine, just startled. "First things first..." I typed
-18/F/horny-
in the chat room. Almost instantly five private messages popped up. I grinned. "And the old man is one of them, it happens every time. You better not become one of these old men, Kent."

"I'll make a mental note not to. If I do, I certainly won't answer private messages with someone saying 18, female, and horny."

"She'll have to say she has big boobs too." I chuckled and typed to BigTom354
-Hi. How are you? Looking for some fun?-

Kent resumed his position over my shoulder as he read. Kent chuckled as BigTom354 replied:
-Always looking for fun. Especially from a hot young girl.-

-What would you do with a hot young girl like me?-
 

-Well I wouldn't waste any time getting you out of those clothes so I can see your body. I love a tight body.-

I covered my eyes and laughed, "Ewww! Kent, what do I say??"

Kent just laughed. "Don't look at me.. It was your idea to find the old guy."

I clicked the X on the browser. "I can't do it!" I giggled and stood up, hitting his chin again. This time Kent actually landed on his butt with a grimace of pain. His hand came up and rubbed his chin.

"Oh, Kent!" I got down on my knees beside him and tried to look at his chin, my hand on his wrist. "Are you okay?" I winced, the merriment of earlier gone. I could see just a bit of blood in the corner of his mouth. He was smirking as he opened his mouth just a little and stuck his finger in which came back with some blood on it. Suddenly the room started to spin and my vision was starting to darken. I closed my eyes tightly as I sat back onto my heels. "Oh my God. Are you okay?"
 

"Yeah. Don't look. I'll be back." He said softly as he got up from the floor. I heard him leave the room. I got up and went to his bed, laying down so I didn't pass out on the floor. I put my arms over my eyes and tried to relax and not think about the blood.

"Ponies...rainbows...sprinkles..." I felt the bed dip beside me and then something cold and wet was on my hand. I grabbed it and put the washcloth over my eyes, wincing as it touched my skin. It was really cold. "Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine. Just bit it good. You want some cold water?" He asked me softly.

"No. I want to watch some Busty Girls." I lifted up the washcloth to peek at him.

"That can be arranged," he grinned.

I laughed softly, "Yeah, right."

"It got you to laugh, anyway. That's what I was going for."

I sighed softly and pulled the washcloth off my eyes, my vision was just as good as ever and the queasy feeling was quickly dispersing. "What are you going to do without your controllers?"

"Well the options are pretty limited. One of them I can't do with a guest here. There would be an option to make out, but since my mouth is bleeding, that's out." He shrugged his shoulders casually but the mention of making out with him made my stomach clench. "Then there is watching a movie, I guess."

"Making out? Kent, please. Do you even know how to do that?"

"I do." Kent winked at me as he moved over and turned on the TV. He picked out a movie and slipped it in.
 

I was stunned. He did? Since when was he kissing girls? I sat up and crossed my legs Indian-style. "You do not." I watched him carefully for any sign that he was lying.

"I do. But I don't have to prove it. Besides, you'd just get all queasy and pass out on me." He laughed and my stomach jumped and then dropped. He was just teasing me. Getting my hopes up. He was finding any excuse he could not to kiss me. Not that I could blame him. I wasn't going to win any beauty contests and, as I'd established when I discovered his porn habit, I didn't have big enough boobs.

"You do not! Who have you made out with? And when? Was it last weekend when I was at my grandma's?" It was getting to the point where I was more upset that he hadn't shared the information. I thought we were friends. Best friends.