Phoenix
Dal was out of town, visiting his parents.
It was hard, because he's a million miles away.
I had no motivation to even get up and make myself look decent.
But he was coming home tonight, and I needed him, badly.
I got up, threw my hair in a messy bun, and hopped in the shower.
I sang with the shower head, as one does.
I put on a red dress, with pink lace lingerie underneath.
I curled my hair, put on a little makeup and made dinner.
I made his favorite, steak with mashed potatoes and peas, carrots and corn on the side.
I heard his key come in the door, just as I finished plating dinner.
"Hi love!", he smiled, hugging me.
"Hi baby, I made dinner.", I replied, breathing into his cologne.
"It looks good. We'll eat after you let me go.", he chuckled.
I went into the kitchen to get a bottle of wine, with two glasses.
"To being in a committed relationship.", I said.
"To being in a committed relationship.", he replied, clinking his glass with mine.
We ate our dinner as we talked about his trip.
We were now on the couch, looking for something to watch.
He turned the tv off.
"Y'know what, it's better to watch you than tv.", he smirked.
"Should we take this to the bedroom?", I asked, smirking back at him.
"I mean, why not.", he replied.
Another eventful night.
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the phoenix • {dallon weekes}
FanfictionREVISING Phoenix Anne Wentz. Fresh out of college, a musician in the works, a single 24 year old. Dallon James Weekes. Fresh out of a divorce, a bassist of one of the biggest alternative bands of the 2010's, a single 32 year old. All it took was a...