They are just friends... that have some benefits. Well that's the problem, they are friends with benefits. They never wanted to fall in love... it just happened.
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𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦
I felt his hands run through my hair. I opened my eyes and smiled softly.
"Hey" he smiled and kissed me softly.
"Hey" "You woke up late lazy ass" he chuckled
"What time is it?" I sat up and looked at the clock. 1:23 pm. "Guess I did, didn't I?"
"You're so fucking beautiful"
"Thank you, pretty boy" I laughed softly and he pulled me on top of him.
"I'm so happy that your my girl. I get to do whatever the fuck I want without having to worry bout no one else"he kissed me again, I smiled feeling the happiness in me rise. "Also happy birthday baby"
"You remembered!" I hugged him tightly and kissed his face.
"Why wouldn't I remember my girlfriends birthday and my best friends birthday. I've known you for fucking 6 years and you don't think I remember your birthday?"
"I'm sorry, so what are we doing?"
"We can slash some soc tires, go to a restaurant and then make out and have sex and cuddle"
"Best birthday plan ever" I giggled softly and kissed him. "I love you so much"
"What?"
"I love you"
I opened my eyes and saw the liquor bottles scattered around my room. It was a dream.
I'm not the type of girl that falls for every guy. I fuck the guy and if I like it, I fuck him again but falling for a guys with feelings never had happened to me until now.
My new life style is drink, throw up, drink, throw up, drink, throw up, drink, throw up. Yeah you get the memo.
I grabbed my phone and noticed all the messages and missed calls that I've gotten from the past 2 weeks.
I looked at the date on my phone.
December 15th.
Happy birthday to me.
I didn't want to open the notifications so I just read the little banner.
Steve 87 messages. 45 missed calls. 40 voicemails.
