Living with the Lockhart Boys [Completed]

Chapter Eleven- I could really use a wish right now.

"What are you doing?" Theo asked, trudging after me into the kitchen.

"Getting something," I muttered.

"Here you go honey," Mary said, passing me a basket.

I grinned. "Thanks Mary."

I grabbed my sketchbook and some pencils and led Theo back out of the house.

"You can drive, right?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah."

I threw my new keys at him and climbed into the flashy Jag.

He gaped at me. "You want me to drive your car?" He asked, getting into the driver's side.

"Who else is gonna drive it?"

"Why can't we take my car?"

I smirked. "Mine's cooler."

He chuckled. "No arguments there. Where am I driving to?"

"Starbucks. Jake left directions in here somewhere for where we're going afterwards," I explained.

"You gonna tell me where it is?"
"Nah, I'm good."

"Aww, c'mon, I hate surprises!" He whined.

I poked his arm. "Suck it up."

"Your promised you'd draw me tonight."

"I'll draw you when we get there."

"Ha, so definitely not a party or restaurant."

I quirked an eyebrow at him. "That's really narrowed down your choices."

"Beach?"
"Yes, Theo. We're going to the nearest beach.... In California."

"Field?"

"Yep, I'm taking you cow tipping."

"A nice alleyway so you can rape me?"

"Totally."

"Meanie."

"Yep."

"Please tell me."

"Theo."

"Yeah?"

"You drove right past Starbucks."

He frowned and turned too quickly, making the tyres squeal in protest.

"Theo! My poor car!" I squeaked.

He chuckled. "She'll survive. What d'you want?"

"I'll be right back."

"Wait, I'll get them," he offered.

I winked at him over my shoulder. "Nope."

"Is it supposed to be a secret what those are?" he asked me when I got back.

"It can be. Why?"

"Because I can smell them. It's hot chocolate, and there's no cakes." He pouted.

"I'm sweet enough."

"Mmmm, and good enough to eat too."

I blushed and hid my face behind my hair.

"Hey," he whispered, brushing a strand from my cheek. "Don't hide behind your hair, you're beautiful."

I smiled softly, and he quickly pressed his lips against mine.

"Thanks," I murmured.

"My pleasure. Where are those directions?"