Corn Fest

(Since Cheyenne changed the dates on me, i am making remotes an invention of the 70s. Deal with it. Oh! and if you thought that other story was a CORNFEST, well, i hope you find this one just as cheesy and dumb. Because, even reading it for myself, i thought, Wow! But hey, in a way, it's sort of cute. And i'd rather have the guy ask me for my first kiss, then take it. Unless it's Tom. He can take whatever he wants. Crap... i kind of ruined the story for you now. Oh well, you've read it before anyway.)

"Better?" Hobbs said.

Kayla leaned back into the pillow he'd just fluffed for her. "That's fine." The Advil he'd given her as soon as they got to her house had kicked in. She felt fine unless she moved her ankle. It'd probably be sore for a few days, but thank God it wasn't broken.

Hobbs searched around her living room for all the remotes and put them on the coffee table within arm's reach.

"Anything to drink? Or eat?"

"Water?" she said, feeling a little guilty that he was waiting on her.

"Water. Got it."

He was gone for a good ten minutes. When he came back, he had a bowl of fruit and a glass of ice-filled water, the cubes clinking against the cup's edge. "Fruit is good for you. Especially when you're in need of healing."

She laughed. "Thanks." She sipped from the water as she eyed the grapes.

"No problem. So when are your parents coming home?"

"They said they'd be back by nine." They'd left for the day to visit her uncle in Hartford.

"I'll stay until they get back."

"No. You don't have to do that."

"It's not like i have anywhere else to be." He settled into the chair that was angled off the end of the couch. "And what if you run out of fruit or something? Are you going to make more appear with your brain waves?"

She laughed, feeling giggles of exhaustion creeping in. She just needed to sleep. "Well, thanks for staying."

"You're welcome."

Propping herself up with an elbow, she took a long drink of water. Her throat was dry from playing outside. As she pulled the glass away, she spilled, water dripping down her arm.

"Crap." What was her problem today? Was she losing all of her fine motor skills?

"I got it." Hobbs jumped up and ran to the kitchen. He came back with several hand towels. He crouched by the side of the couch and wiped the water up.

"Thanks." She said again, laying her head back down, and she realized that she was now only inches from Hobbs face.

"Kayla?" he said his voice going soft, his fruity breath fanning across her face. His unruly brown hair had been matted down since earlier this morning and several strands hung in his line of sight.

"Yeah?" she said.

"Can i kiss you?"

"Are you serious?" She raised a brow.

"Yes."

"I... Uh..." Words were suddenly failing her.

"I'll count to five," he said, sitting on his knees. "So it's not so awkward." Was this protocol? To talk about a kiss before it happened? She had no idea because she had never been kissed! "One..."

And then he kissed her. A breath sputtered down her throat from the surprise. Where was two and three? He guided her gently as if sensing her unease. Her mind went blank and she threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.