I did this for Johnny, man.
• This is my first Wattpad creation, constructive feedback is appreciated! ♡
• I can take in requests, but it's not guaranteed I'll use them
• One story for each greaser
• Includes warnings and word count at the beginnin...
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Warnings: none
Word count: 539 words
(Your POV)
Weeks later . . .
I felt something jump on my bed and shake me awake.
"Get up, woman, I'm spending the day with you!"
I groaned and put a pillow over my head. Steve yanked it out of my reach and gave me a wet, slobbery kiss on the cheek.
I shoved his face away and mumbled, "Your breath is stinky."
(Narrator's POV)
You stole Steve's DX shirt to wear unbuttoned with a bra. He pulled you close to him by your waist and tried giving you neck kisses. You escaped from his arms, giggling. He chased you all around your house yelling, "Give me kisses!"
When he finally caught you, he threw you over his shoulder and set you down on the floor. You two play wrestled until he got a bit too aggressive...
He slammed you to the floor with a victory screech.
"Steven, you idiot, that really hurt!"
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"Stevie, get in here!"
You heard a loud crash from the kitchen, then scurrying footsteps.
He whipped around the corner, panting, "What!?"
You wiped tomato sauce off his cheek with your finger and licked it.
"There's a spider and I need you to kill it."
He rolled his eyes and walked into your room, "It's just a spider, you big baby."
He glanced at the spider and subtly trembled. He whipped out a tissue and cautiously walked over to it, trying to hide his gagging. Slapping the wall, he shivered one last time. He plopped the tissue in your hand and stiffly walked out the door.
"I nearly hurled," He said in a hushed monotone.
Steve left after dinner. You laid on your bed reading a book because it was raining. Reading is always best when it's raining. You were interrupted by a knock on your window, revealing a soaked Steve Randle.
You opened it, "What do you want, Steve?"
"I accidentally left my shirt here, so I came back to get it. Definitely did not leave it on purpose just so I could see you again."
"Yeah, okay buddy," You said sarcastically. You shoved his shirt at him. He suddenly pulled you by the collar of your shirt into a kiss. He smirked after pulling away, as usual.
"See you later, sweet thang."
He came back seconds later.
"Hey, why don't I just spend the night here?" He said as he leaped through my window and onto my bed.
"Steve, get off my bed! You're soaked! We'll go to the couch, but be quiet."
(Narrator's POV)
When you two cuddled on the couch, you were on the bottom and Steve was on top of you. You lightly traced his tattoos with your fingertips.
"It's getting late, but I'm too comfortable to get up," You say in a hushed tone.
Steve pulled himself closer to you, "Don't go, you're too warm."
"C'mon, Stevie, let's at least get you in dry clothes and go to my bed."
"No," He groaned sleepily, "We can sleep right here."
He kissed your jawline, "Good night, sunflower."
Your lips turned upward in a flattering smile. You massage his scalp as you both fall asleep.
