Phoebe's POV
Well that will forever scar me. I mean I realize I'm only eighteen, but seeing stuff like that can fuck you up. I walk to my room and get dressed into my bleached faded blue Levi's. I put on my white v-neck and my converse, grab my wallet, my phone and walk out of my room. I knock loudly on Grey's door. He opens it. "Hey Phoebe, I'm so sorry you had to see that, I know that stuff can be pretty scarring, believe me, I know. I nod. "I'm going out, can I trust you?" "Of course." I smile small at him. He smiles back. I walk out to my car. I turn it on and drive to the bigger mall. I'm gonna get my nose pierced.
Hmmm...Grey's POV
I am sitting on her couch thinking. I'm drinking my coke. Guess what happens? It spills. Wow grey. I take off my shirt and decide to stay that way. I want to be nice. I should clean. What room? You should go into hers. The devil mind hisses at me. I don't know...I've already have been kinda rude to her. Holy shit. I usually don't feel this anyway to anyone. Am I growing a heart? Because I know I'm a dick to everyone. God. I like her. She's not the other ones. I'll make her dinner. I walk to the kitchen. I open the freezer and grab two pizzas. Haha I bet you thought it was gonna be romantic. I feel myself smirking. I set the oven and wait. I walk up the stairs and follow the flower scent coming from her room. I walk in cautiously. I look all around the beautiful room. Something pops as I stretch forward. "Ow!" I keep walking and exploring her room. I see the drawer. Oh god no. Bad Grey! Look inside. Don't be a pussy. I groan at the devious voice and walk to her drawer. I open the drawer to see her panties and bras. Whoa damn... Someone is kinky. The oven beeps signaling that I need to put the pizzas in. I run and jump over the rail. I put the pizzas in and go back up the stairs into the room. I steal one of her panties and close the drawer. I walk out shutting the door behind me.Forty five minutes later
The pizzas are out now. I am sitting on her couch playing Call Of Duty black ops 2. I still have her panties in my hand. The door opens. Phoebe comes in with bags and a smile. "Heeeyyyyy." I say smiling. "Hi." She says with a smile. "You got your nose pierced cool!" "Yeah! I love it!" "I made dinner." I say mentioning to the stove. "Aw!" The smile on her face suddenly turns into a frown. I look down at my hand realizing I still had her lavender lace panties in my hand. Oh fuck...
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The Bad Boy And The Tomboy
Roman d'amourGrey is a 18 year old boy that had every girl wrapped around his finger but this one girl named Phoebe who isn't like the other girls.