𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱, 𝗰.𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝐫

𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲

JULY 10th

|| NSFW || SMUT ||

JONNIE & Y/N'S APT

7:35pm

Connie parked and the four of you were walking into your building, entering the elevator, when you arrived to your floor you informed them all not to be noisy or nosy.

By nosy you meant to close their ears because a lot of sex and arguments happened on your floor. They were stupid to put a bunch of people in their twenties on one single floor.

Unlocking your door, making sure Jonnie was not getting her doonies beat you walked in letting them come to.

Both kids going to the couch and Connie just walked into what he assumed was your room. "Jonnie are you home? Hello, I could be a serial killer" setting your keys on the table looking to see if she had left you a note because that was a little thing between you guys, and she did not.

So that meant she was here. Barging into her room seeing her cuddled up to Jean as they both slept. Slowly closing the door leaving them to sleep, I walked to the living room giving Mari the remote so she could put something on for her and Macciel.

Getting a pen writing Jonnie a note from the now pink pad on the fridge.

jonnie yo ass will not believe this shit, ima fr stay w him for a week, this is so embarrassing anyways, yousodisgustingcuddlingjeanewww!!! i love you and ill buy you cake soon as repayment for leaving u twin

with my heart an ass,

y/n <3

I put the note high on the fridge, walking over to my room to see Connie all in my bed. Big ass head smushing my bears and all.

"Niggaa, you can't be on my kids like that crushing them and shit" getting on the bed laying your head on Connie's stomach.

"Our" was all he said, still staring up at the ceiling. Connie was for sure feeling that little jealousy or insecurity again, it was like since you were the girl he wanted suddenly everybody was trying to get you too.

He obviously understood you weren't average so yes, guys were going to get at you. He wouldn't ask you to change anything about yourself either because that was exactly how he liked you, he wanted others to respect your relationship.

He wasn't even your real boyfriend yet and he was feeling so annoyed.

How he was feeling was more than visible to you, reading him like a book all the time. Getting up from the bed, locking the door because having someone interrupt your conversation would give Connie the perfect chance to do anything but express his emotions.

Laying back down on him, reaching my hand up his shirt, rubbing across his abs while he laid in his thoughts.

"Talk to me" staring out my window, the sky's always pretty at night. I liked the way the stars were splattered, or when they shined extra bright.

"Hmm, I'll talk then, I'm excited for our date. A dress and heels huh? I've never been taken on one of those dates." tapping my nails against his chest seeing I'd finally gotten some reaction from him.