Last night was a complete blur. bạn had went to a party with your boyfriend Dally and had a few too many drinks, and now bạn weren't feeling so good. When bạn wake up, bạn find your boyfriend Dally passed out beside bạn on the bed. He looks extremely cute when he's sleeping. bạn get up out of giường and walk into the kitchen, head throbbing from a headache. bạn sit down at the bàn and rest your head in your hands. "Maggie?" bạn hear him say with a raspy morning voice. "What.." bạn grumble, not feeling so good. He leans against the doorframe, just staring at you. He smiles when bạn turn around, confused, and then rushes off the get ready for work. He's all ready, and you're still sitting there, feeling worse than ever. He looks at you, and immediately sighs. "Babe?" He says, quietly. "Hmm?" Is all bạn can manage to get out. "Go back to bed." He says. bạn don't move, so he picks bạn up and brings bạn to bed, pulling the comforter over you. He kisses bạn gently, and walks out of the room. When bạn wake up, bạn can smell soup. 'Must of left it for me' bạn think, but when bạn walk into the phòng bếp, nhà bếp to see your boyfriend putting súp into a bowl, bạn can't help but laugh. He isn't normally like this. When bạn sit down, bạn study his face before asking. "Why bạn being so nice?" He stares at you, shocked, before he speaks up. "Why do bạn gotta be so darn cute?" He winks and kisses your temple. Then, he takes bạn to the living room, where bạn two cuddle and watch all your favourite movies, just enjoying each others company.
I chuckle. I was sitting outside of the community college on the steps, waiting for Soda to come pick me up. He was late; as usual.
“Yes. I it’s quite refreshing actually.” I tell (Y/N), looking up at the rain.
“Cleanses the mind?” She laughs, sitting down tiếp theo to me.
“Your hair is gonna get all wet.”
“I don’t care.” She shrugs.
“I thought girls cared about their hair. Especially girls with pretty hair.”
“You really think I have pretty hair?” She laughs.
“Yeah I do.” I grin.
“You don’t seem like the type to be all cute.”
“Well, maybe I like bạn that much to be that type.” I grin.
“Really?” She grins, tilting her head to the side.
“Really.” I smile, leaning in as the sparks fly.