Larsadie

~T-W-E-N-T-Y-T-W-O~

Sadies POV
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        When we make it to my house, I walk the three steps, trying not to blush, and I open the door.

        "Hi Sadie's mom-" Quickly I cover Lars mouth, hearing my mom snoring.

        "Sh! She's asleep." I whisper to him and he quietly shuts the door. Leading him upstairs, I make sure not to make much noise.

        Don't want mom waking up

          and seeing Lars

        for her to embarrass me

        When we make it up the stairs, I open my bedroom door, and Lars chuckles.

        "Very pink." Blushing, I close the door behind us.

        "Never knew you liked the color." I shrug,

        "I'm still thinking of the color to change it too." Lars nods and heads to my bed, and falls onto it. Chuckling at his playfulness, I take off my coat,

        "So are your parents OK with you staying over?" Lars goes deathly quiet. The realization hits me,

        "Actually, I never really saw your parents before, or even when I stayed at your house." As I wait for Lars response, I could of sworn I heard him say, 'Only two more years'. Then he says without his eyes on mine,

        "Their both on a business trip." Slowly, I nod and start to feel the awkwardness in the air.

        "Sadie?" Lars asks, and I look at him, and slowly walk toward my bed.

        "Yeah?" I sit down beside him, and I start to play with one of his curls from his hair.

        "Do you trust me?" Blinking in surprise, I nod,

        "Of course I do!" He pulls me down so I'm laying close to him. As I try to control my blush, he rests his head on top of mine,        

         "Can you tell me what happened to your dad?" My heart thuds, sending slight chills up my spine. I go silent. Lars says to me,

        "If you don't right now, it's fine." I take his hand in mine, and squeeze it softly,

        "N-No, I trust you." I start to sit up, leaning against my elbows. I clear my throat.

         "He left me and my mom when I was only twelve, because he never even wanted me." Lars keeps quiet, and then I start to pour out my feelings, starting to overthink.

        "H-He never wanted me Lars! I was a piece of trash to him! That's why I think badly of myself-" I hang my head in shame, "That's why I hate myself." As we lay in silence, Lars suddenly lifts my chin up, and presses his lips to mine in a kiss. He mumbles into the kiss,

        "He doesn't know you the way I do." My face goes hot as he continues to kiss me, and I kiss back. After awhile, Lars pulls away, and I breath heavily. Resting my head on his chest, He whispers to me,

        "I love you, don't forget that." Smirking, I nuzzle his chest, and he starts to play with a strand of my hair, twirling it around his fingers. The slow, steady beat of his heart, drifts me off to sleep

        Opening my eyes, I see I'm at the Big Donut, and no one is in sight.

         "Weird." I say to myself. Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder. Before I could turn around, arms wrap around me, pulling me close to the body. Looking up, I see Lars, and he has a sweet smile on his face.