The Runaway

Chapter Sixteen {Fin~}

When I woke up that morning, an arm was draped over me, sending me into a frenzied panic, only to notice it was Sebastian. I turned around and scooted closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and snuggling into his chest.

"Morning, babe," he mumbled, his voice deep and hot.

"Morning," I said, my voice muffled by his chest.

"I don't want to move," he mumbled again.

"Neither do I, but at the same time, I'm hungry," I mumbled back.

"Go get dressed," he muttered. I nodded my head and got up. He got up with me and I went over to my dresser as he stepped out of my room. I picked up some clothes and skipped over to the bathroom. As I got in, I started to strip down and turn on the shower. I'm just gonna skip the details of me taking a shower, but as I got out I put on my undergarments and grabbed my clothes. I pulled a white cameo on and put a gray flannel over it, with some black jeans and a darker gray converse. I curled my hair and skipped out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

"Sebby~!" I called. I heard him groan in the kitchen.

"Please don't call me that!" he replied.

"I can call my boyfriend cute names if I want, Mister Snuggle," I fired back, placing my hands on my hips. I marched into the kitchen and saw Sebastian making pancakes and epicly failing at it. I wrapped my arms around his waist and placed my head onto his shoulder.

"You do know, we could go out and get food," I mumbled into his shoulder. He scoffed, but nodded his head in agreement.

"I don't think I can cook very well," he said. I rolled my eyes.

"Duh," I murmured.

"Hey, um, where can I get some clothes?" he asked. I laughed lightly and pulled on his arm, tugging him upstairs and to my dad's old closet. He was pretty skinny, so I think that his clothes would fit Seb. I grabbed a navy blue t-shirt and some jeans. I tossed them at Seb and pointed to the bathroom.

"Go take a shower, and no hairgel for you," I said. He rolled his eyes but nodded, walking out of the room and into the bathroom.

I hopped onto my bed and closed my eyes, listening to the shower go on and the sound of him humming in there. He was humming our song. I smiled to myself and thought of last night. I'm glad I asked him to stay. Or maybe, one day, I'll do what I always do... and runaway.

AND THIS IS WHERE IT ENDS.

Hope you all liked it. Pretty short, I know, but I truly liked it. The Irish Iretta is my favorite OC. I don't mind if you take my character or anything. I'm officially done with this Account so I will not be posting anymore. I'm posting all of my finished works and ending everything.

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