𝓖𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓓𝓸𝓰𝓼

𝔐𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔬

*jealous by eyedress *

Arriving back at the house of black everyone was freezing. Their shoulders shuttering as their wet clothes stuck to their skin. With there only being two showers, they had to take turns. By the time they got back, the adults had already made their way to bed so the teens did their best to stay quiet.
    Y/n was the first that got to take a shower, the warm water flowing over her ice cold body was an indescribable feeling.
     After her shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and grabbed her dirty clothes. Her plan was to speed walk to her bedroom as fast as she could, but as soon as she flung the door open, Ron was standing on the other side.
     He had obviously already taken a shower because his hair was disheveled and wet, clinging to his forehead. And he had changed into a fresh pair of red and white pajamas. His cheeks blush furiously at the sight of y/n

"hi" y/n said softly.

       he looked at her, looked back down, and walked away with his hand scratching the back of his neck.
Throughly confused, y/n sped walked back to their bedroom and closed the door behind herself quickly. Clinging to the back of the door she slid her back down slowly until she eventually met the floor.
"he's ignoring me" she whispered under her breath, she scoffed as she collected herself and made her way to her dresser to put on pajamas.
Her choice tonight was an oversized white tank top, that hung loosely off of her shoulders. And a pair of boxers she stole from George on the first day. She crawled into bed.
I can't believe it's over, summer went by so fast and now it's over. She thought. There has to be somethings else, this just can't be the end

*mr brightside by the killers*

About an hour later y/n got up from her desk to move into her bed. Her socks slid across the the wood flooring over to the corner where she'd tossed her dirty clothes. Picking them up to put in her suitcase she felt a thud on the floor next to her foot.
Her pack of cigarettes had fallen out of her pants pocket and onto the floor.
She picked up the cardboard box and fiddled with the corners for a moment before getting an idea.
Dropping her dirty clothes on the floor, she slid the pack of cigarettes into her sweat pants pocket and slipped out her bedroom door and into the hallway. Running her hand down the wall to ensure her direction, she reached the door at the end of the hall.
It was the room Fred was staying in, she got a shudder up her spine from both adrenaline and the deathly cold. Before she could have any second thoughts she got to her knees and slid the box of cigarettes under the bedroom door. On the top of the box written in black ink she had written

"kiss me now?"

She got up from her knees and started her way back to her bedroom but, before she could get nearly there, the deafening silence was broken by the sound of, Fred's door swinging open.

She froze for a moment.

Too scared to turn around she continued walking to her bedroom, only turning around just before getting into her room to see him, watching her with the pack of cigarettes in his hand.
An electric shock filled her from head to toe, this is not what she planned. He was supposed to find the box in the morning and she would've had all night to toss and turn with second-thoughts.
She threw herself on to the bed and buried her head in the old, stiff pillow.

"No, no, no, no,no" she repeated in a whisper muffled by the pillow.
Then she heard something slide across the wooden floor. With incredible speed she sat up and there lay the cigarette box on her bedroom floor. She crept towards the box, her hands shook with anxiety. How is it she presents herself as such bad bitch, but as soon as she's alone she's feels like a mouse stuck in a mousetrap.
she picked up the box and immediately noticed it was much lighter. She flipped the pack open to find that all of the cigarettes had been taken out. She couldn't hide her smile, that tricky bastard. Then, she flipped the box over and to her surprise there was a massage written on the other side.