FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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Sometimes I wish that I could keep Malia away from everything in the world. Everything that isn't safe for her, I mean. Everything that's a threat, everything she wouldn't like, everything that could harm her. I wish that I could keep her away. I wish that I could prevent bad anything from happening.

She's the last person on this earth who deserves any of it. My sweet girl. Yeah, she's a crybaby sometimes she's spoiled half to death but it's earned. It makes sense that she is the way that she is.

Malia deserves any and everything she wants out of life. And if I don't get to give it to her, I don't know what I'm gonna do.

The sound of her breathing against my skin is the only thing I can hear. Everything else in the suite is silent. She's barely clothed, wearing just a shirt of mine.

It's hot as hell, even in just my boxers, but God forbid I move away from this girl. The second she realize I'm not up under her, she gonna have an attitude with me.

But Ty wants all the guys together tonight. We're supposed to be meeting by the fountain at ten. It's 9:15. Malia is knocked out, though. I should be alright.

I slide out from underneath her and use the blankets to keep her warm. Well, keep her hot. My chest is sweating and I still this girl need some damn iron pills or something. It's been two years, it's highly likely that she's not getting them or gonna take them.

I grab my stuff to take a shower and throw on some shorts before walking into the bathroom. I pee first and then get in the shower. By the time I get out it's 9:40.

Finding clothes to wear is simple, just some shirts and a t shirt, some sneakers. It's trying not to wake Malia up that's the hard part. Surprisingly, I make it through. I kiss her cheek before quietly closing the door and walking out of the suite.

As I walk to the fountain, I swing my keys around my finger. I can't believe we're juniors. I'm a junior. This is crazy to me. It feels like I was just getting a tour of the campus for my freshman year. I'm gonna do this every year. Reminisce. It's so surreal. It always will be.

The only thing that reminds me that isn't a dream is all of the work that has to get behind this. It's always worth it, of course but that's the reality check. Sometimes, Malia does a great job of giving me a reality check too. Even that in itself though is like what the hell.

Had you asked me two years ago if I thought I'd ever be dating Malia, I'd have looked at you like you were crazy. Not because she was ugly or anything. She's always been pretty. She's fine as fuck now though, in a mature young woman way. Not prepubescent high school way. How she managed to hit puberty right before college? I don't know.

That late blooming shit is crazy. It really hit her like a mag truck and hasn't stopped since. She gets finer every year. I gotta be the luckiest man on this earth. I am. There's no way I'm not with the girlfriend I have.

She's so much more than what people see initially. Yet, she's still nothing like you'd expect her to be. She's still selfless, she's still the kindest person.

I love the hell out of that girl.

I've been thinking a lot about that lately. How head over fucking heels I am. How I wouldn't give Malia up for all the money in the world. You could not pay to be away from her. No amount of anything would cover the cost of losing her.

Which is why I think that I've been so expressive with her lately. Every time I think I think that I can't love her anymore, I prove myself wrong. We've only been together for a year but I feel like it's been longer than that.  I wish that it was. I want it to be forever.