Falling for Fallon (Oak Hill 2)

I chuckled.

Me: She acted like it was the squeak of the chair. I had to walk to the back after that because I almost combusted from holding in my laughter.

Fallon: That’s hilarious. Poor Kip—although, he probably deserved it. How many girls did he hit on while we were at Ships that one night? 10? 15?

I laughed again, and that had Ivy’s head turning to me.

“What are you laughing about? Who ya texting?” She smirked, because she already knew.

“Go back to your Dean watching,” I said, putting my attention back on my phone.

Fallon texted back before I could answer her.

Fallon: What are you doing?

Me: Watching Supernatural with Dawson and Ivy. It’s our weekly thing.

Ivy got up from her seat, announcing she wanted more popcorn. I glanced up at Dawson and silently laughed as he checked her out the entire time she walked away. I shook my head, glancing back down to my phone.

Fallon: What’s Supernatural?

I heard a gasp from behind me, and then all of a sudden, a blur of brown hair mixed with the scent of buttery popcorn was snatching my phone out of my very hand.

“SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT SUPERNATURAL IS?!” Ivy huffed, typing something rapidly on my phone. She shook her head, looking at me. “This is… this is blasphemy. I just invited her over. We’ve gotta help this poor girl. She seems so… sheltered.”

My mouth fell open. “You invited her over?”

She smiled deviously. “Mmhm. You’re welcome.”

I rolled my eyes, eyeing my phone. “She won’t come. I think I’ve scared her off.”

Ivy and Dawson were both looking at me now, urging me for more. I sighed, flopping back onto the couch cushions.

“You know when I went to her little event thing the other night… to do the whole taco thing?”

Ivy laughed, still amused by the entire thing, but nodded.

“Well… I kind of…” I cringed, shutting my eyes.

“Oh, Jesus, Emmett. What did you do to that poor girl?” Ivy interrupted.

Dawson interjected. “Whatever it is, I’m almost positive we don’t want to know, Ivy.”

She brushed him off. “Pssh, speak for yourself. This is some juicy stuff. I wanna know.”

I flashed my eyes up to hers but then quickly down to my phone when it vibrated in her hands. She read what Fallon had texted back and then smiled up at me.

“Well, whatever it was you did, it must not have scared her too badly. She’s on her way.”

Ivy’s eyes twinkled in that “I’m a matchmaker” type of way, and she threw my phone back at me.

I hurriedly read through the messages between Ivy and Fallon.

Me: This is Ivy!! YOU HAVE TO COME OVER RIGHT NOW. Supernatural is the best show ever. It’s just me, Dawson, and Emmett at Dawson’s house, watching season six. Come over and let’s annoy Dawson and Emmett by swooning over Dean Winchester. I know you don’t know who he is… but you’ll thank me later. ; )

Me: Oh, and there’s popcorn. Come on!

Fallon: Well… since there’s popcorn ; ) I’m on my way!