trouvaille
/tro͞oˈvī/
noun
something lovely discovered by chance
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ag reid was doing perfect. she was in her sophomore year of college, she's had a a girlfriend for almost seven months, she has amazing friends. she's liv...
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ANNAGRACE REID
a week later, me and billie are back to our normal selves.
"get off of me, you fucking bozo!" billie complained as she tried to push me away.
"why?" i whined. "you never hold me, and it's honestly homophobic."
"i hold you all the time," she deadpanned. "and how the fuck would i be homophobic? i'm in a gay relationship!"
"you're homophobic," i shook my head. "just hold me!"
"fine, come here, you big baby." she playfully rolled her eyes.
"fuck yeah!" i grinned as i laid on top of her. i slipped my arms under her to hug her as i laid there, and laid my head on her chest.
"valentine's day is in a couple of days." i mentioned softly as she gently massaged my scalp.
"i know; you gonna take me on a date?" she asked teasingly.
"uh, yeah. i'd be an asshole not to." i said as if it was obvious.
i looked up at her. she seemed to be in deep thought. "nobody's ever, like... taken me on a valentine's day date before." she admitted embarrassedly after a moment.
"for real?" i questioned with furrowed brows. she nodded. "q-tip didn't take you out on one in the two years y'all dated?!"
"last year, he fucking hung out with his friends, and didn't even come to see me," she rolled her eyes. "and then i don't even remember the lame ass excuse he gave the year before."
i frowned. i hate that she's never been treated right in a relationship.
i bought her flowers the other day just because, and she was shocked as hell. she almost cried because of it.
"you don't have to worry about me doing that." i murmured as i reached a hand up to cup her face. i used my thumb to stroke her cheekbone. "i promise."
she gave me a soft smile, then kissed my forehead.
"you're so pretty." i told her softly.
i watched as she blushed. "i'm not though."
"yeah, you are," my brows furrowed. "you're pretty as fuck. you're the prettiest girl ever. wait, nah, i take that back; you're the prettiest person ever."
"bro, stop!" she reached her hands up to cover her face, obviously flustered.
i moved to hover above her and then gently pried her hands away from her face. "you're so cute." i told her with a soft smile before pressing a few kisses all across her face.
"yeah, whatever." she mumbled, her face still flushed as she pulled me down to lay on top of her again. she buried her face into my neck.
