I Didn't Just Kiss Her (Selena/Demi)

III. Mistletoe

Alex's POV

"Come in" She whispers as she enters her house. I obey and follow her, watching every move she makes until we arrive to her living room. She stops by the small table beside the couch and after a few seconds, she turns back to me

"Seems like we can be as loud as we want playing Street Fighter" Her hand grips a yellow piece of paper and she makes a pretty good basket on the trash beside the front door.

I try to avoid the second meaning that had and follow her closer. Her house is so fancy that I feel like I'm going to break something if I breath. 

"Right here" her voice breaks my concentration on the paintings hanging on the walls and it's focused on something else. I can't help but stare at her as we are walking upstairs.

"Blue" I smile to myself and jump back a little as she turns to me.

"What?" My cheeks start feeling hot and I shake my head looking away from her. Her boxers are blue

"Nothing, your house is beautiful" I smile up at her and she quirks her eyebrow. I love when she does that. She looks suspiciously at me before she flashes a smile.

"Well, thank you" I sigh in relief as she turns back and we continue walking up.

By the time we reach the first floor, I find myself mesmerized. Everything is cream and red contrasted in a perfect way. It's too elegant but still simple. It's beautiful

"Here" She holds open the door in front of us and I walk inside, mumbling a thank you as I pass by her side. Whoa this is ... so much different as how I expected it.

Allison's POV

"So, this is your room?" I hate lying, especially to her. But there's nothing else I can do.

"Yes, what do you think?"  I rub the back of my head. I had to open Dallas's room and name it as mine because my room is too weird.

"Well, honestly, I expected something different" Gosh I love when she talks that low. I can hear everything she says but it's hard to process it with all the words I imagine her say in that voice. She quirks her eyebrow and stands up from the bed she's just sat down two minutes ago. My heart starts pumping faster as she walks along the commode

"Oh, Dallas never told me she went to Paris" She knows, she knows I'm lying.

"Yeah, it was not the best trip of her life, maybe it's because of that"

"Mhhm" I start rubbing my nails over my teeth as I watch her inspect every single photo frame.

"Sure you have a lot of photos of your sister in here" She turns to me and gives me a knowing look. I just stand there and nod faintly

"Can we go to your room now?" She walks closer to me. I can't show her my room. She will be disgusted

"Or you want me to find it by myself?" She asks suggestively running a finger up my arm. What is she doing? Can't she notice it's enough difficult for me to be in the same room as her?

"Over here"  I walk out of Dallas's room but as soon as I touch the hall, my foot crashes with a box. My mom is already decorating the house for Christmas. Like seriously? In November?

"Be careful" I jump the three boxes that are blocking the small hall and finally step into my room's entrance. I open the door and hold it open for her to get in. She smiles down at me and gets inside