Aaliyah POV
I can't tell her that. If I tell her then she looks at me like I'm crazy and then she'll leave and I don't want her too.
Her, Ivy, tiny, small, little frame lays in the little space in front of me while her face is buried in my torso.
Her light brown freckles being shown and her hair covers her face like a lions mane.
"Stop staring at me." She mumbles while snuggling closer. God this girl is doing all kinds of things to me that I do not want.
"It's not my fault short person. Your pretty and you smothered by my chest and stomach." She lets out a chuckle and then she goes back to sleep.
I hate this shit, how I'm able to sit here a listen to her talk about her life and cry to me but I can't fucking get the courage to tell her about my damn life and it's fucking killing me because I know she cares but I'm not letting her.
FUCK FUCK FUCK
"You do know we can't sleep all day." I let out a groan.
"Yea because your snores are preventing me from doing just that." She smacks my arm and let's put a huff and turns over and faces the wall.
"I do not snore grumpy."
"Short person yes you do but it's cute and soft snores."
"Shut it grumpy."
"Will kisses make it better?" She let out huff and nodded.
I began to kiss her shoulder, neck, jawline cheek, stomach, hips, thighs, and lips. A little longer on the lips.
"Better?" She nods and gets up.
"We have to go and at least get the work packets from the classes." She peeks in the room from the bathroom and I rolled my eyes and walked up to her and lifted her chin and kissed her.
"Do we still have to go get the work packets?"
"Yes grumpy we do, you'll pass those assignments anyways."
"Ugh and that's why you get the name short person." She pushed me out the doorway and closes the door and I hear the shower running which gives me time to call my sister and brother on a three way call.
Me: Hey assholes I have a question that needs and answer.
Denise: Okay one I'm not an asshole and two what's this question.?
Jacob: You do know you could just come to my dorm and ask right? Asshole.
Me: Jacob I have to act like your not my brother so no I'm not going to your dorm. The question is can I tell Ivy?
Denise: ...
Jacob: ...
Denise: Why do you want to tell her?
Jacob: Aaliyah has a cruuush.
Denise: Leave my sister alone fuck face.... Do you?
Me: Ugh can I tell her or not?
Denise: Mom wouldn't like it and dad would hate it.
Jacob: Take the tracker out of your arm and put inside you laptop. It stops them from hearing things and keeps them thinking your in the same place at all times. Just make sure when you leave to go places you pack your laptop.
Denise: What the actual fuck why didn't you tell me that when I asked you the same question dickhead?
Me: Can I fucking tell her?
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RomansaTwo girls and one dorm. One is bubbly while the other is not so much. In college dealing with school work they don't have time for love until one makes time, making time while holding a very deadly secret.
