His hands ran up and down your sides, tongues battling. You were sitting on topo, início of him on the couch. Your shirts were already on the floor.
“(Y/N), what are you doing?” You’re little cousin asks from the hallway.
“Oh my god.” You say as you roll off the couch. You grab the nearest shirt, Dally’s, and threw it on. “Luke, you’re supposed to be in bed, honey.” You say walking over to him.
“But what were you doing? I heard moaning. Is there a ghost in the house?” He asked, eyes wide.
You hear Dally snicker.
You whip around and give início that look. “Don’t you dare.” You warn.
“I’m sorry.” He smiles.
You turn your attention back to Luke, bending down to talk to him. “There are no ghosts. Ghosts are made up.”
“Then what was with all the noises?” He ask, obviously confused.
“That was a scary movie we were watching.” Dally says, cutting in.
“That’s right.” You smile. “Why don’t you go back to bed.” You say urging him towards the stairs.
“Don’t watch the movie again. It’s scary.” Luke says.
“But I liked the movie,” Dally whines.
“Be quiet.” You tell him.
Dally just smiles.
“(Y/N), what are you doing?” You’re little cousin asks from the hallway.
“Oh my god.” You say as you roll off the couch. You grab the nearest shirt, Dally’s, and threw it on. “Luke, you’re supposed to be in bed, honey.” You say walking over to him.
“But what were you doing? I heard moaning. Is there a ghost in the house?” He asked, eyes wide.
You hear Dally snicker.
You whip around and give início that look. “Don’t you dare.” You warn.
“I’m sorry.” He smiles.
You turn your attention back to Luke, bending down to talk to him. “There are no ghosts. Ghosts are made up.”
“Then what was with all the noises?” He ask, obviously confused.
“That was a scary movie we were watching.” Dally says, cutting in.
“That’s right.” You smile. “Why don’t you go back to bed.” You say urging him towards the stairs.
“Don’t watch the movie again. It’s scary.” Luke says.
“But I liked the movie,” Dally whines.
“Be quiet.” You tell him.
Dally just smiles.
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 seguinte 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 you 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.