She raises her head and wipes the under of her eyes softly.
"Whatever, he's dead anyway. Guess I was over paranoid." She sounds audible.
I force a smile with a slight nod.
"So," she smacks my lap.
"What, are, we?" She walks up her finger on my right lap.
"What do you mean?"
"The kiss, and me saying I love you." Her cheeks flee pink.
I lower my brows.
"That...happened?" I pretend not to remember.
It works on her, as she shockingly pushes back her head with furrowed brows.
I smile.
She bumps a pillow at my face.
"Well played." She smiles
I chuckle.
She tucks a lock of hair behind her ears.
"Is it high time I call you my boyfriend?" She asks quietly.
I love that we have gotten to this level, but I'm bordered about it.
I swipe some strands of her hair from her face, slowly.
I keep quiet with a dull stare at her.
"I'm not the jealous type," I say in a few seconds.
"What?" She asks, confused.
SAM.
"What?" I'm confused and worried, worried that he wants to turn me down.
"I'm not the type that gets intimidated when his girlfriend praises another in his presence.
But um..." He clicks his tongue.
"I was hurt tonight."
I let out a breath. I know I was blabbing about Xavier. I wonder how much I said, cause he does sound hurt.
"I was drunk."
"Exactly, I believe people say their mind whenever they're drunk."
I don't know exactly what I said, but I know It's Morgan I want.
He takes my hand.
"I know how many times I have to say this but I'll keep it, I love you, Sam, I so much do. But if it's Xavier —"
I can't let him finish, so I press my lips to his.
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing between me and Xavier other than friendship." I dip my fingers inside his hair.
He nods.
"So we are good?" I ask.
"Of course," He takes my hand from his hair and kisses it.
I smile, and I Keep smiling at him.
"Oh please, don't make me regret saying that out loud," He says, noticing my weird look.
"Come on," I look out the bed and drag him to my dresser.
I sit him down on a chair.
"I want to make up you, just to see beautiful you'll look as a girl," I say standing in front of him, with my palm pin on his shoulders.
He wiggles his body and shakes his head.
"No way. No, No, No." He tries to stand up, but I sit him back down.
"Relax, I promise to make you a gorgeous girl." One hand to my chest.
He looks at me like I've gone cra-cra.
"Can you not say, gorgeous girl?"
"Okay, gorgeous boy, man, Morgan?" I ask.
He tilts his head and tights his Jew.
"Don't just say gorgeous."
I smile.
I look in front of my mirror and see that I don't have enough makeup, as my mom sees it.
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