puppy love:
the first kind of romantic love we feel as teenagers.
In which two teenagers fall in love and change each other, not knowing that sometimes that change isn't a good thing.
Read if you like something that's sort of a slow burn but not re...
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So high- doja cat
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Lilith woke up to an unfamiliar bedroom, one arm hanging off her bed feeling another hand clasping it.
Where the fuck am I??! She asked herself in her head, attempting to sit up but her head span, a headache pulsing at the back of her head, making her groan in pain, her free hand rubbing her face in exhaustion and confusion.
She looked beside her, seeing a 'French fries' pillow beside her head, the bright colours hurting her eyes. She then looked down, and saw a white tee and the hem of grey joggers on herself under the duvet covering half her body. She was baffled. She remembered NOTHING from the day, or the night before.
She shuffled lazily to the edge of the bed she was laying on, peering down curiously. Her eyes widened when they were met with the sight of a sleeping boy.
The boy she knew, who's name she did not. The buzz cut, the slit in his eyebrow and the side of his hair, the small tattoos on his face.
Wait he's actually sorta pretty.. in a masculine way? I think. She thought to herself, cocking her head as she looked at his full lips, the way his nose was so perfect for his face, the way his chain rested against his neck as he slept.
Or: so she thought.
His eyes opened and he looked straight up at her, making her eyes widen again.
"You gonna keep staring at me like that ma?" He mumbled sleepily, his deep voice sending shivers SPRINTING down her spine.
It was then she realised her hand was still clasped in his. She tried to pull it away sheepishly, but he just tightened his grip.
"Where you going pretty?" He asked, sitting up and resting himself back on his elbows.
"I don't know?? I don't even know where I am dude, the fuck do u expect me to do?" She said, a small wave of panic setting over her. "Oh fuck, aunt Suze and Cass and Lex are gonna be so mad, I've only been here for a few days!! They're gonna kill m-" she was stopped by the boys hand reaching up and slapping over her mouth.
"Pleaseeeee for the love of god shut the fuck up." He groaned, throwing his head back in dismay. "They already know you're here shawty, they ain't gonna fuckin kill you or whatever shit you're panicking about." He scoffed, standing up and straightening his shirt and joggers out.
He threw the spare pillow and blanket back in his closet before turning to her.
He noticed how her hair was sort of disheveled, last nights makeup slightly smudged, mascara tear stains on her cheeks, and yet, through all that, he still somehow managed to find her pretty.
He cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from her before ruffling the back of his short hair and walking towards the door.
"You should probably like. Come to the kitchen or some shit, Rue is prolly cookin or some shi for breakfast." He said quietly before leaving the room, Lilith now sat on the bed by herself.
