All Chapters of Dude I Kissed Your Mom!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

They say too much of something is annoying, well, I found that out myself when I decided to crawl out of bed after three hours of non stop interaction with it. I never thought I could hate my bed given its comforting nature and tranquility but here we are. Unmade, with food scraps dusted all over it, I detested it for the first time in years. Turns out, having a sick day isn't as glorious as they make it out to be. I trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen, my tired eyes spotting a yellow sticky note plastered on the refrigerator door , mom's handwriting adorned over it;Remember to reheat the chicken noodle soup, don't eat it cold!Incase of emergency, call me. Love, Mom. True to the letter, the soup sat idly by inside the microwave with another note stuck to the soup bowl, reminding me yet again to reheat the soup. I mentally rolled my eyes at how overbearing mom can be. Ripping it off, I crumpled it into a tiny ball before tossing it into the trash and proceeded to preheat t

" Amanda, please can you feed me...pwetty pwease?" I tried my innocent kid act, lips pouted ,eyes morphed into puppy dog ones and I was pretty certain that I resembled the Puss In Boots sad face look, where he takes his hat off and holds it in front of him, his ears sagging down before his emerald green irises dilate into sad eyes. Nobody can say no to that face, can they?Amanda, our MasterChef, had whipped up an amazing meal of Chicken and Broccoli casserole. The once uninteresting cologne and eucalyptus scented candle that dominated my bedroom's atmosphere would soon be annihilated by the tantalizing smell of her beautifully cooked food. My stomach complained loudly at the deprivation of the meal , begging for me to take a bite out of it so that I can peacefully relax as it digests to its heart's content. I was never a fan of broccoli, I mean, who is? But today, I was willing to discard that pet peeve and relish in Amanda's talented chef's skills. Having set my bowl of casserole

I wasn't prepared for the scandalous view that awaited my field of vision when I drew open the drapes of my bedroom curtains that morning. What lied ahead, across my room was a sight I never gambled on, never thought I'd ever behold save for the occasional daydreams I'd encounter as I fantasizied and objectified her body in more ways than one. Envisioned her in compromising positions as I painted my erotic fantasies that revolved around her seductive beauty . But all that was just my fickle yet vivid imagination surrounding her .....until today.With a casual stroll, Amanda detoured her room, going on her usual morning routine , except she had donned on a rather indecently designed silk robe, so incredibly tiny , clinging on every curve , every contour her volumptous body boastfully offered. Her curtains remained widely opened, advertising the architecture of her room , her possessions, her queen-sized unmade bed, her wardrobe that remained partially ajar with various articles of cloth

I knew she'd ruin me for other girls . It was quite evident the moment I tried to date other girls but all felt too immature for me. I mean, I too can be much of a petulant infantile boy if I wanted to but something about my best friend's mother made me want to become a better man? Was this normal? And it's not just because I saw her in that robe. It's always been like that. Knowing I'd never fall any other women because she was still in my lufe but we're not together. She's divorced and I'm still in high school. The glaring age gap between our relationship , if it ever blossoms, would most definitely raise concerns . And I'd risk her getting labelled as a pedophile. I can't ruin her like that. Amanda had prescribed me with some assignments for the night, claiming she wanted to keep me busy to prevent any idleness on my part. Maybe she was scared that I'd be lurking at my bedroom windown hoping to see her in that robe again, or in something much more indecent than it. So the soluti

" Wow! You truly have no friends, do you?" I lightly joked once I reached the tiny shade where Charli was seating under, writing on her journal , a tiny tupperware container filled with apple wedges, neatly cut and arranged inside. That must've been what she settled on for lunch, as opposed to making an appearance in the cafeteria for some real food. But I had a feeling she purposefully avoided the cafeteria in the event she runs into one of her bullies. Better to stay safe than sorry. " If you came here to ruin my peace and tranquility I suggest you crawl back into the hole you came out of and leave me the fuck alone," She gave a curt response, glaring daggers into my head , clearly unamused by my presence."Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?" I reprimanded in a fake stern voice. " You're not my boyfriend," She said in a quiet yet cold voice, flipping a page on her poetry journal. " But you did kiss me, remember?" I taunted her with that piece of information , knowing tha