Flooring It by Taylor Broadway (best biographies to read .TXT) 📕

did you get in here,” I asked.
“Your door was unlocked, not a smart move if you’re home alone fyi.”
“I didn’t know it was unlocked,” I raised my eyebrow, “why did you just walk in?”
“I knocked like a million times and no one answered, so I twisted the knob,” he shrugged.
“Oh,” I sighed.
“Good thing I wore my swim trunks huh,” he smiled as he edged closer to me.
“I guess, I mean we don’t have to swim, you won’t have time to dry off.”
He took his shirt off revealing his well sculpted body and grinned.
“I’ll be here all night,” he bowed as if he were in front of an audience.


Chapter five:

“What,” I said staring at him.
“I told my parents I was going to Collin’s house for the night, Collin is out of town so I decided that rather than stay home I’d stay here,” he smirked, “is that ok with you?”
“Of course,” I nearly screamed, glad I would not be here by myself.
“Good, now how much do you love me,” he had that wicked smile he tended to have around me.
“Uhm, not enough for you to do whatever you’re thinking.”
Mitchell laughed, “Well then prepare to break up with me.”
Mitchell was about five feet away from me, and I was on the edge of the pool. He charged forward and I knew what he was going to do, I just didn’t have enough time to move. I tried to turn myself out of his way but he wrapped a firm arm around me and took me into the pool with him. When I fell in I tried to squirm out of his arm but he wouldn’t let me, he wrapped his other arm around me and pulled me up. I was facing away from him when we came up from under water. My hair had fallen out of the messy ponytail and my hair was everywhere.
“Mitchell,” I tried to squirm but his arms were holding me prisoner.
“Wow, your hair is a hot mess,” he chuckled.
“Definitely not funny,” I tried to elbow him in the gut.
“Ouch,” he said when I finally got him.
He let go of me and I swam to the edge of the pull. I tried to fix my hair but it wasn’t going to do much, wet, tangled, and chlorine drenched. I took the rubber band that had been holding my hair up, out and just let my hair hang free.
“Thanks,” I muttered swimming back out to the middle of the pool where Mitchell stood.
“No problem, I like it better down,” he played with a strand of hair.
“I bet you do,” I leaned in closer.
He leaned in closer too, expecting a kiss. When he got close enough he closed his eyes, how cute, and I shoved his head under water. He went under nicely but he came coughing and choking.
“Oh my gosh,” I didn’t mean to half drown him.
“I,” he stammered, “can’t breathe.”
I didn’t know what to do right then. I gripped his shoulders and tried to shake the water out of him. He gripped the tops of my shoulders too and he was gasping. He shook me as well but I don’t think he was shaking water out of me. His face was turning from red to purple and I had no clue what to do. Then He laughed and pushed me under the water.
“I can’t believe you, you son of a,” Mitchell cut me off with his roaring laughter.
“You should’ve seen your face,” he laughed.
“Mitchell you had me seriously concerned,” I was almost in tears.
I started to swim back towards the edge to get out but Mitchell grabbed my arm in mid stroke.
“Don’t be mad babe, I was just messing with you,” he was being serious, all laughing gone.
“You had me totally scared,” I pouted.
“I was just messing with you because you dunked me, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Well you did,” I was being stubborn now, I knew he was very sorry.
I swam to the edge of the pool and pulled myself up onto the concrete. Mitchell was right behind me when I swam away but he didn’t get out. He spread open my legs, not in the bad way, and sat in between me looking up at my face. He seriously did look sorry right now, and I knew he was. I smiled down at him and he smiled back. I leaned in to kiss him and he leaned in too. Instead of kissing me though he pulled me into the water.
“Mitchell,” I slapped his shoulder.
Mitchell’s arms wound around my waist and he lifted me off my feet. I think he likes to do this because he does it a lot, I think it makes him feel strong. Even though in water I probably weigh all of two pounds. I wrapped my legs around his waist again, I liked doing that, letting him support me. I leaned my face towards Mitchell, and if he dare dunk me one more time, he was leaving. Mitchell didn’t try to dunk me or throw me backwards. He tilted his face enough so I could fit, and then he kissed me.
“Beautiful,” Mitchell pulled away.
“Aw, thanks,” I blushed.
“Talking about the view,” Mitchell laughed.
“Uh,” I frowned.
“You are the view babe.”
“Good cover,” I rolled my eyes.
“It’s not a cover, you’re big head is my view,” Mitchell laughed again.
I unwrapped my legs from around Mitchell’s waist. I wasn’t doing it because I was mad, I was pruning and I was ready to go inside.
“Are you seriously mad,” Mitchell was frowning.
“No, I’m just read to go in,” I pushed against his chest to make him let me go.
He let me go and I climbed out of the pool. Mitchell got out behind me. I grabbed my towel and started to dry off until I noticed that Mitchell was staring at me.
“Can I help you,” I looked at Mitchell.
“Nope, just keep doing what you’re doing, just enjoying the view.”
“You’re such a perv,” I laughed.
“I’m not a perv, I’m staring at my girlfriend’s ass, that is not perverted,” he grinned.
“Whatever,” I threw him my towel and walked into the house.
I went straight to the kitchen when I walked inside and jumped on the counter. Mitchell followed after me but he didn’t jump on the counter. Instead of jumping on the counter he raided the pantry. I thought about warning him about the emptiness of the pantry, but I didn’t. He was in the pantry for like a whole minute before he came out.
“You’re bare,” he frowned.
“I know.”
“Well I’m starving.”
“Me too,” I touched my stomach that was about to growl.
“Want to order in,” Mitchell asked.“I don’t care as long as I can get it fast.”
“Chinese,” Mitchell suggested.
“How fast can it get here?”
“Well Great Panda is 30 minutes or it’s free.”
“Fine by me,” I hopped off the counter, “I’m going to change.”
I changed into some pajamas, some skimpy pajamas I might add. One because the Tennessee summer heat over whelms any air conditioner and two because Mitchell was there. I wasn’t trying to get any, not at all, I didn’t want to have sex yet. Mitchell understood that too, which boy am I lucky because some guys wouldn’t stand for that. So I felt like a bit of a tease when I put on the short shorts and simple tank top.
I walked up to the kitchen when I finished changing. I found that Mitchell had changed too, just his shorts though. Mitchell didn’t have a shirt on and looking at his very well sculpted torso almost made me drool. I’ve seen him shirtless before, he was shirtless when we were in the pool, but I wasn’t paying attention then. When I do pay attention to his abs, I stare and he laughs. So when he started laughing, I knew he saw me.
“Do you like what you see,” he asked sarcastically as he twirled in a circle.
“Maybe,” I tried to play cool but I did like what I saw.
“Well I like what I see,” he looked me up and down.
“You’re just sucking up,” I said as I walked to him and patted his shoulder.
I walked towards the island but his hand caught mine. He pulled my hand which yanked me closer to him. He kissed my forehead, picked me up and placed me on the island.
“You just love picking me up,” I stated, shaking my head.
“Yes I do,” he answered matter of factly.
I kissed his forehead and spun around on the island so I was no longer facing him. I thought he would walk around and try to say something funny but he didn’t. Instead he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up off the island. I tried to squirm out of it but he wasn’t letting me. Any time he holds me or picks me up I have no way of escaping, he’s too strong.
I saw where he was taking me, towards the pool. I was trying to squirm out as best I could but I wasn’t moving out of his arms. Lucky for me the doorbell rang. He put me down on my butt and ran to the door, I guess he was hungry. I was hungry too.
I was so glad he got Chinese. Nothing can fill you up faster than orange chicken and a plate full of rice with a egg roll on the side. Tomorrow will be hell working this off but who cares for now, right?
Wrong, I shouldn’t be eating this at all. Extra work outs because I indulge take time away from training, which I already had lost thanks to today. That’s why Mitchell is such a distraction. No I’m not trying to blame him for all this; it’s not all his fault. But when I’m with Mitchell I forget that I’m an elite power gymnast, everything I do, everything I eat, affects my gymnastics. I know that sounds weird, but it’s true. If I spend all my time being a normal teenager, eating Chinese with my boyfriend instead of studying my videos and practicing I’ll lose focus. I was losing my focus right now.
I sat my chopsticks down and took my food straight to the trash. I knew Mitchell was watching me with a confused expression on his face. But I ignored what I knew and finished cleaning up my mess. After that I went to my dad’s elliptical, a good power hour on this might work off some of the calories. I need to stay more focused, I hadn’t been focused today at all. Today I was a total drama queen; my mood was constantly changing which I didn’t know why. But I wasn’t going to let that happen again.