No one ever thought Bryce would end up with a girl like her. Obviously damaged, innocent, unattached to social media, quiet, no drugs, no alcohol, no addictions, very sweet. She was raised as a black sheep in a large, rich family in a small town.
Bu...
I giggle, hearing Bryce bang his head against the door to his bathroom, "Sweets!" He draws out my nickname, the wine in his voice over exaggerated, "Since when do you take so long to get ready!" I shake my head, fluffing my hair with my fingers against my scalp one more time.
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"Since when do you care!" I yell back, fluffing my eyelash as I laugh at the groan of annoyance that slips through the door. I nervously look in the full length mirror hung against that same door, posing a different way as I back up to look at my outfit. I was so cold yesterday outside but I also don't want to look like a marshmallow so I hope it's not quite as cold. I grab the sweatshirt off the counter I picked out earlier, pulling it over my head carefully so I don't mess up my makeup. I keep the hood up, posing before putting it back down, flipping my hair back over.
What if we see any fans? People that are die hard fans of Bryce still hate me. The actual level and amount of hate has gotten worse but the people who still comment or send me things or do things past the normal are even worse than they used to be.
But I can handle them now, online and just reading things. I just hate having to deal with it in real life. Especially when Bryce and I are trying to do real things like today. I want to see where he grew up, and just in general enjoy time outside LA.
But I don't want to look absolutely crazy if we see his old friends or fans or literally anyone. I sigh, shaking my head. It'll be fine. This is for fun, or it's supposed to be. I close my eyes, reaching forward to open the door, but as I pull the door open, Bryce falls backward, onto my feet, "Wha- hey! A little warning would be good next time!" He yells, scrambling up, as I gasp back,
"Hey, hey, hey, careful with the shoes Brycey boy or you're gonna have to get me new ones," I smirk, and he raises his eyebrows, wrapping his arms loosely around my waist,
"Oh really Sweets? What if I..." He pushes me gently backwards before snapping his hand back and pulling the door to hit the side of my shoe,
"Bryyyyce," I whine, rolling my eyes as he laughs, "You're weird, why am I dating yiu?" I sidestep around him, making my way to the stairs again.
"Because you, Ror, are even," He shakes my shoulders gently once from behind, "weirder," He does it again, "than me, baby, and you know it." I giggle, shaking my head and hopping down the stairs with Bryce behind me. At the bottom he catches my right hand in his left and spins me around to face him, pulling me into him at the same time. He leans down, stopping an inch or so away from my face, "But I honestly couldn't imagine me being any luckier than I am every morning when you give me the time of day to be my girlfriend. And I couldn't be happier that you're here, in my hometown, with me," I smile really big, squeezing his hand and pushing up on my toes to peck his lips. He smiles wide too, and we keep our eyes connected. After a few moments I giggle, whispering,
"Are you ready to go?" This makes him laugh in return, whispering back,
"Yeah," I squeal, jumping to turn around and pull him towards the door,
