sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ʙʟᴜᴇs - ʟ.ᴍ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ (ʙᴏᴏᴋ 2)

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𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝟠, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟚☀︎︎

I felt someone jump on top of me, making my eyes pop open. Luis was staring down at me and I groaned.

"Go away."

"Nope," He shook his head. "Get up."

I grumbled and stuffed my face into my pillow. "I don't wanna, it's summer so there's no point in getting up."

"Yes, there is." Luis protested.

"Then what's the reason for me to get up?"

"To spend time with me of course."

I grunted. "I do that all the time."

"Too bad," He ripped the covers off of me. "Come on."

"No!" I groaned in annoyance.

"Yes!" He whined. "Let's go!"

I kept refusing but he eventually threw me over his shoulder, causing me to yelp.

"Luis!" I whined.

He just chuckled and plopped me in my bathroom. "Get ready."

I sighed. "I don't have any clothes."

He held up his pointer finger and walked over to my dresser. I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched him grab a baby blue t-shirt, jean shorts, and white vans. He plopped them in my arms and smiled.

"Now you do."

I huffed. "Fine, give me five minutes."

He nodded and I shut the door. I began getting ready and examined myself in the mirror, pointing out every insecurity and flaw on me. Why does he love me? I'm not even pretty. I stared at myself for who knows how long until I heard Luis knocking on the door.

"Babe?"

"Hm?" I hummed quietly.

"You okay?"

I swallowed. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He sighed. "You don't sound okay."

"I am..." I lied. "I'm still tired."

He slowly crept the door open while looking down at the floor. "Can I look, or are you?..."

I shook my head. "No, you're fine."

He looked up and saw me just staring at myself. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Nothing." I lied again.

He sighed. "You're pointing out all your insecurities, aren't you?"

"Bingo..." I mumbled.

He wrapped his arms around my waist tightly and rested his chin on my shoulder. "You have nothing to be insecure about though."

I nodded. "Yes I do."

"Tell me then." He nodded.

I sighed. "My eyes, my hair, my....everything, I guess."

"Hm," He hummed. "You're wrong, all those things are beautiful."

I shook my head. "They aren't."

"Yes, they are," He nodded. "At least in my eyes."

"Well, you're eyes are messed up." I chuckled.

"No, they're perfectly fine." He smiled. "Yours are messed up because you clearly can't see how perfect you are."

"Says you." I sighed.

"What about me?" He shrugged.

"You're better than me."

He scoffed. "Mhm, sure."