Reasons I Fell for the Funny Fat Friend Part 29

"Sure."

The apartment is small, but big enough for her and her roommate. Hayles doesn't have a lot of stuff. And she's just startin' work to pay for it all. She does have a bed though. That's important.

"Where's Callie?" Roommate.

She shrugs. "Not here, I guess."

Hmm... maybe I will get lucky. She's draggin' me to her room.

I go for her mouth when she closes the door, but she puts a hand over it, makin' me make out with the back of her hand.

"Not yet, impatient boy."

She said yet...

She slips under my arm and goes for her nightstand. She takes out a piece of paper that looks like the list I gave her months ago. Smilin' her Hayley smile, she puts it in my hand.

"These are my reasons."

"You made a list?"

She nods, smile still glued on her face.

"Gosh darn it, Brody. I love the heck out of you. You should know why too."

I don't read it. Not yet. I tuck it in my back pocket and kiss her. She growls and pushes me off.

"You don't like it?" She fake pouts.

I shake my head. "You want me to read it right now?" I kiss her neck, watchin' her skin pop up with goose b.u.mps.

She moans. "You're such a cheater."

I trace her jaw line with my lips, wrappin' my arms around her middle and layin' her flat on the bed.

"Right now, right now? Or can it wait for-"

"Two minutes?" She giggles, and I grunt at her. "Kidding! Kidding!" She laughs again.

Her hand dips into my back pocket while mine goes up her s.h.i.+rt. I know what will distract her.

The paper gets shoved over my eyes, and my arm gets pulled out from her s.h.i.+rt. I'm not goin' to win this one.

"All right, all right, stubborn girl. I'll read it now." I sit up, adjustin' myself so I'm comfortable. She snuggles into the crook of my neck, readin' over my shoulder.

There's one thing on the list. And it's in big letters, and I bark out my laughter.

You're good in the sack.

"You dork." I toss the paper over my shoulder, and she laughs against my lips.

"Thought that would be the only one you cared about."

I shake my head, wigglin' my nose against hers. It still amazes me that she's my girl.

"Hayles?"

"Sup?"

I chuckle, tuckin' her hair back. How did I get here? How did I end up being the guy she lets in? I don't know what I did, but I'm glad I get to do it. Every time I catch her looking at her reflection. She's pulling skin, pinchin' and proddin' areas on her body with such a defeated look on her face, and she lets me whip her around, tell her how beautiful she is and kiss her until she's smilin' again. I get to do that for her, and in exchange I got the s.e.xiest girl, the funniest girl, the smartest girl...

d.a.m.n, I'm lucky.

I give her one more kiss before I ask, "Did you have enough dairy today?"

The End.

Acknowledgements:.

Thank you spell check, for helping me spell not only half the words in this book, but also *Acknowledgements'.

Thank you reader, for picking up my book and staying with it all the way to this page.

Thank you Mommy, for yelling at me on a daily basis to get this book in the world.

Thank you late night fast food, for knowing sometimes a ninety-nine cent taco at midnight will help cure writer's block.

Thank you critique partners (Gosh, so many... Abby, Hope, Jade, Jenny, Kelley, Theresa) for telling me when Brody sounded like a girl, and when he acted like one. And most importantly, thank you for falling in love with Hayley.

Thank you Suzi, for telling me where all my commas should go. I'm sure there are a million misplaced ones on this page alone.

Thank you Jolene, for my awesomesauce cover, and for calling me at eleven o'clock one night, giving me the extra push I needed to be braver than I am.

Thank you to my sisters, for reading this book a million times, calling me to quote it, and basically making my head a thousand times bigger than it was before.

Thank you children, for not caring about Mommy *writing out loud' when I give you baths or cook your food.

And lastly, thank you to my hubber bubber, for falling for the funny fat friend.

About the Author.

Becca Ann wrote Reasons in her super duper clean house with her angel children who fanned her while she clacked away on the keyboard. When she woke up to the real world, she managed to get in a few hours here and there between all the chaos two little boys can cause, to get this love story out of her head and on the computer.

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