𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒ᵃʳⁱᵃⁿᵃ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵉ

fourteen

fourteen - omg sleepover!

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"did you know that when i was fifteen i did a backflip off the stairs and broke my ankle?" y/n informed me as we made the walk up the stairs and into her room.

   i furrowed my eyebrows, thinking back to when a fifteen year old y/n was walking around the school with crutches and a broken ankle. but it wasn't for doing a backflip—it was an accident she had while dribbling a soccer ball in the backyard.

   y/n opened the door to her room and i huffed, "didn't you break your ankle in a soccer accident?" i rose an eyebrow, placing my hands on my hips.

   she turned back to me with a smile, her hand still on the doorknob. "no, it was a backflip. my mom just didn't want people to think she was a bad mother for letting her child do a backflip off the stairs, so she made me tell everyone i fell and broke it." y/n shrugged, laughing it off.

   i giggled as she turned around and pushed the door fully open, taking in a deep breath as she did. "ahh, my room." she sighed in relief, raising her arms above her head.

   i pushed passed her so i could walk along the walls of her room, examining the things she had. there were a few bookshelves that held books, obviously, and a few picture frames of her family and friends. she had a large desk on one wall, her open laptop and school papers thrown about.

   the rest of her room was pretty simple, with posters of her favorite bands or movies. it looked like any other teenagers room, but if you knew y/n, you would know this was hers.

  the open laptop on her desk caught my attention and i walked over to it, noticing it was opened to a google doc. i placed my hands on the back of the desk chair as i looked, beginning to read it.

  I broke Ariana Grande's crayons when we were kids and I have regretted it since.

  After that, Ariana hated me more than she hated anything in the world, and she expressed that she di—

   a hand suddenly came into my vision as y/n snapped the laptop shut, placing her hand flat on the surface. "don't look at that!" she protested, pulling me away from the desk.

   i laughed at her blushed face and turned around in her arms, pinching her cheeks teasingly. "awe, are you embarrassed!"

   y/n groaned as she pushed her face away, sitting on the edge of her bed. "no, i just—that's my essay for the project and i wasn't planning on you seeing it before it was finished." her voice was quiet—just how it was when she was embarrassed.

   a smile spread on my face as i sat beside her, locking my fingers with hers. "i'm sorry, i won't read any more of it." i whispered, placing my chin on her shoulder. i watched as a smile smile overcame her, her head turning to face me.

   "it's not a big deal. don't sweat it." she shrugged before standing up, brushing it off. my nose scrunched as i watched her take off her crewneck and throw it on the chair she had in the corner of the room.

   "the hell are you doing?" i asked as she began to work on the button of her jeans. she turned to face me, smirking. "i'm changing, obviously."