All I Want Is Him by HJ Harley
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From the moment London met Pratt three years ago, she saw nothing but a beer drinking hockey player and refused to give him the time of day. That’s all changing as she sees a side to him she’s never seen before.
All she wants is…him to go
All she wants is…him to stay
All she wants is…him
“Sure, but we’ll have to go right now.”
“Okay. Just let me bring this stuff upstairs and use the bathroom.” I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and ran up to my room with my bags.
When I got back downstairs Trent told me Mom was in the car waiting for me. As I approached the car, the only thing I could see was the red hat in the window.
“Mother effer,” I shouted. As I got closer I could see his big-toothed, aggravating smile, and my mom was laughing too.
“Eighty-Six.” I opened the door and whined while I tugged unsuccessfully on his jacket. The big fathead didn’t even budge.
I let out a frustrated ‘errrrrrggggggg’ and slammed the door while my mom and Eighty-Six had a good laugh at my expense.
“Oh, London, be courteous. He wouldn’t be very comfortable back there. It’s not roomy like Trent’s truck,” she said in Pratt’s defense.
“Oh my God, what is wrong with you people? You call yourself family? Bunch of traitors.” I plopped in the back seat, and slammed my own door to make my point.
“Oh damn, I forgot my wallet. I’ll be right back,” Mom said, halfway out of the car already.
While she was gone, we sat in silence. I liked it that way. I was still aggravated at that massive melon-head in the front seat.
Next thing I saw was Tuna bolting out the front door and running straight for the woods. I jumped out to grab him before he got too far off looking for my brother or dad. When I bent over to pet him, I heard a whistle from behind me.
“Dear sweet Jesus on a Huffy, London. I like those jeans on you,” Pratt said.
“Way to woo a woman, Eighty-Six,” I responded.
“You know what else I like on you, London?” he asked with slightly puckered lips and a head nod.
“Really? Let me guess…‘You’. That’s what else you like on me,” I scoffed.
“Woooahhh, slow down tiger, I’m not that kind of guy. I was going to say I like all that sass you got on you, but hey, if you wanna go there, I’ll give it a try. Just be gentle.” He gave me a doe-eyed stare and batted his eyelashes.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You are such an idiot.”
I sent Tuna back in the house and my mom held the door open for him, then we both got back in the car, ready to go.
“Wait. Stop,” Pratt said.
“What now?” I asked, annoyed.
“Does anyone need to use the potty before we leave?” he asked.
“I can’t. Just stop talking. You’re like this weird man-child.” I pulled my iPod out and put my ear buds in, with a cheeky smile on my face.
He just turned around and gave me that irritating grin. But this time, I noticed he had a dimple on one side, and his eyes were gray like the sky. They contrasted with his black shaggy hair that had a bit of a curl at the ends.
Eighty-Six 1, London 0
This book was part of the ALL I WANT 2014 Anthology. It was titled Hit or Mistletoe in that anthology. It has been redesigned and retitled for this rerelease.