𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Some1 turn on Creep by Radiohead 4 Zart

(1 day until the next Greenie)

Gally's Point Of View:

"Top of the Morning Gally." A voice whispered in my ear. Something tickled my neck. Someone. Letting my eyes unblur, I saw her. In the morning light. Y/n. My gut felt like someone kicked it, heart thrumming at the way her hair fell across her face.

"Morning." My usual rasp was gone, y/n's presence made me eager to wake up. She smiled, sweetly. Her nose crinkled. She loved me. Even the way she slightly kept her lips parted had me under some kind of hold.

Y/n laid a kiss on my cheek. Nerves shot in the area she touched. Her hair was already tied up, work clothes on as she stood above me.

"I can't believe you insisted on sleeping in front of the door again." They giggled. "You're crazy." Their hand cupped my chin, lifting my gaze directly in their eyes.

Oh God the things they did to me. Almost made me feel sick.

"Crazy for you." I attempted a grin, wiping my eyes of the overwhelming grogginess.

"Smooth. Are you some kind of Casanova now?."

"A Casanova in the making Knife Girl." I rose up, stretching my limbs. A few cracks here and there enabled me to move past y/n to my clothes (not before ruffling their hair of course).

"Knife girl? Really? Haven't heard that one in a while." I remember knife girl quite well, especially because of the scar knife girl decided to leave when they cut me. I swished my shirt off, eager to engage in our daily banter.

"Haven't heard kitten in a while either-" She had snuck halfway out the door. "Hey?" I was quick to grab her wrist. My chest deflating. "Where you going?" Was she leaving already? I had just gotten up.

"Well I've got to get ready for tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?"

"Greenie day, don't tell me you forgot." Y/n chuckled. "I'm gonna go and get everything ready. I want to make the greenie as comfortable as possible." She tried to slip away. I held on tighter.

"It's a greenie, feed it, water it, it's fine. How about you spend the day with me instead. The guy you looove." I teased, yanking at her tied up hair.

"Shut up." She beamed, freeing her wrist. "I've got to go." Y/n bounced back on her heels. "But I'll see you later."

"Not if I see you first." I replied leaning down to kiss them. Their lips were like a hard drug.

Once you started it was hard to stop.

When I pulled away and y/n almost got away again, another thought popped up. A dark brewing nasty thought. I held them by the shoulder.

"Hey, Zart isn't gonna be helping you right?" Their eyes widened ever so slightly, their tongue clicking on the roof of their mouth.

"Uh no, no he's not gonna be helping me. He has his own things to do." That satisfied me. He was staying in his lane, just like I'd told him.

"Good." Smiling, I ruffled their hair and finally let them go, watching them from the treehouse. My eyes didn't leave them till they got to the homestead.

And then, they were gone.

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Y/n's Point Of View:

"Holy shit Charlie, I think we did it." I said practically breathless, Chuck standing with paint brush in hand next to me. Glitter, paint, crayons, magazine cutouts, and marker was splashed across our banner (along with a few drawn on dicks made by yours truly). It spelled out this.