Flor

The next day

FLOR: I wake up and the sun's out. I slept. Thank god. I rub the sleep from my eyes and I grumble. I fucking hate mornings. I turn over and see Alex's back. He slept with me in the bed.

Is that weird. I dunno I think it's fine. I've never slept in a bed with a guy before. Intimacy is just not my thing I guess. I feel guilty because I want his comfort.. Why. I can't be comforted. But I don't let anybody see me how I let him see me.

Vulnerable. I slightly turn my head down and bury my head next to his back. My hair touches him. But I don't fully. He shifts. I close my eyes. Please don't leave. He turns his body in my direction his head above mine he turns down a bit to look at me and then adjusts himself so that my hair touches against his chest but not my full head.

And he settles breathing at a sleeping pace. We're not fully cuddling so it's fine. Just slightly close to eachother. I can feel the presence of his body heat. It feels like it's burning me. It sends tingly vibrations into my body. Damn I kinda like that. Stfu Flor. Stop. I drift into sleep again.
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I wake up and Alex isn't next to me anymore. I hear the shower running in his bathroom. I sit up and look around his room. It doesn't have much personality. Well actually that matches his personality perfectly. The sheets are comfortable and so is his bed. It's a king size. I get up and go back to the guest room. I check my phone
CHRISTIAN: Is everything good? You comfortable? I'll be back later today or tomorrow.
I text back telling him i'm all good. I'll leave the nightmare part out and his homeboy comforting me. Christian knows I have these nightmares and he's always tried helping me. I do appreciate this mf alot. Without my brother i don't know what I'd do.

I hop into the shower. The bathroom has a modern look to it. The light gives it a golden lighting and the glass sliding doors in the shower give it an elegant look. The shower has two shower heads a deattachable one and a wide one right in the middle of the shower.

The shower is spacious and you could probably fit like 6 people in here. Damn this mf is rich. The walls are a clay red marbled look with a glossy finish. The whole bathroom feels like I'm on vacation. I turn the shower head on and the water falls down on me in perfect streams. There's a button and when I press it it changes the damn water pressure.

I let it fall over my body and hair. Rubbing my rose shampoo into my hair. I put real rose petals from the rose boquets I buy myself into my shampoo. It gives it a good smell. I also have rosemary in there to help with my hair growth. My hair is long and thick and I massage my scalp. It's always been one of the most complimented parts of me. I feel like now I rarely enjoy the little things. But showers? They make me feel cleansed. And not just when I do my full moon rituals with herbs and affirmations.

I lather myself in my avacado oil body wash and let it wash off of me. It always makes me smell so good. The aroma of my shampoo and body wash fill the bathroom as I step out of the shower. I dry my hair and wash my face. I dry myself off and put on my lotion. I take my rose quartz roller and roll it on my skin. Adding moisturizer from a small pink tube after.

It's Dior that I got from my brother. I pick out some tan cargo pants and a white tank crop top. I put on my white vans and my gold dragon necklace. I slide the gold snake ring I always wear on. The ruby red eyes staring back at me. I always have to wear my small jewelry pieces. I feel like it accentuates my energy. I curl my hair and it bounces as I brush out my eyebrows.

My skin is always clear which I am greatful for so I don't wear foundation much. I put on my strawberry lipgloss and curl my eyelashes which are long but always fucking straight. I grumble at my failed attempt as my straight eyelashes don't even budge. I have a natural highlight on my face so I refrain from adding more but I put a little in the corners of my eyes. I grab my phone and car keys and walk out the guest room. Alex walks out of his room. Smelling good. Dior? I think Christian had that same one. His face is set as always.

He wears a black shirt that hugs his mucles. A dainty gold chain hangs around his neck. He wears lighter blue pants that are not too skinny or too baggy. His ass looks amazing in those jeans tho. Guys that workout always have nice butts. Like football players or baseball players. His toned shoulders and back fit perfectly right into his perfectly shaped butt.

I'm Jealous. His white and black 1s clean like always. His shoe game is nice asf. I should rob him. He wouldn't even know. He could buy like a hundred more. He looks over at me his eyes moving over my body in a quick motion before settling back on my eyes like if they never left in the first place.

"Where are you going?" "Starbucks." I said. Yeah sue me them little pretty pink and purple drinks be tasting good asf. Overpriced but they look pretty. He nods his head. "Make sure you eat something." "I will." I start to walk and it looks like he hesitates to say something. A thought wanders into my head. See I'm not scared of Gabriel. I would shoot him before he has the chance to even try anything. But.. I do think he is mentally ill. The type of mf to try to kidnap me. And again.. if him and any of his 6 foot homies try getting me my definitely not 6 foot and definitely not over 120 lb ass might not be able to fight them ALL off.
He said Saturday. I had a quince tomorrow. It was Friday today. It was my cousins quince tomorrow and that's where I'd be, it wouldn't be too hard to guess that. If he threatened to get me on Saturday I should be fine since today's Friday right?

Do psychopaths care about dates? I turn around and face Alex. I have a feeling he's thinking about whether or not he should let me out alone too. Has he ever tried Starbucks? "Come with me." I say nonchalantly. He closes his hedroom door behind him and slightly nods his head.

He heads towards the door. "I'm driving tho. You can be my
passenger princess." I feel weird making conversations with him which is weird considering he's seen me at my most vulnerable. Crying and freaking tf out. I can't even show emotion when I talk to him. I've had that problem for a while now. I know why. At a certain point I was sure everyone left because I was the problem so I shut myself off to any emotions and I hate being perceived. I'd rather be quiet and to myself. Fuck everybody else anyway.

They're all the same. I'd rather them all think I'm mean than for them to see me and decide they don't like me. Like if they even have a right to judge me. Ugh. I see him raise his eyebrow and smirk out of the corner of my eye and head to his garage. I press the button and it opens. This mf got two garages. Rich ass bitch. I head into the garage and go into my car. I always get a rush of serotonin seeing my sleek black charger. I truly love cars. They soothe me. Alex gets into the passenger seat. He makes a pretty passenger. Shut up.

I turn the key in the ignition and hear my car purr. Mmm I miss racing. Nobody knows I do that. Because Christian would definitely bitch at me. I definitely can't do that without making an excuse to leave here and I feel like Alex wouldn't buy an excuse.

I pulled out of the garage and the driveway through the fancy cobblestone design outside and the big fancy gate. "Damn you got money huh." "You have money." He replies back. He's not wrong. My uncle and Christian? Make a shit ton of money. I grew up with a lot of money. And being involved in this stuff I would always have money from the little jobs I would do. Like making drops and carrying their cash to wherever they needed it. I'd get my cut. I didn't have a flashy house tho. I liked luxury things definitely but I expressed it more silently. Like in my car or the thousand dollar jewelry on my wrists. The designer perfumes or clothes I had. Even my makeup was designer. I saved my money because I felt better knowing I had it to secure my future. I should get a big ass house tho.

I lived in apartments they were spacious and nice. And not crowded together. They were more like town houses. Each had our own yard. But now it got me thinking.. maybe I should get a house. I never thought about it because I didn't think I'd have my life together by now.

But I had money probably enough for the rest of my life. A nice car. What else was there. A family? Maybe a college degree. But what would I even be. I scoff at the idea. I was always good at school. I maintained straight A's without even trying. I was always considered a top student and I didn't even study. I see the small brown starbucks building come into view. The small valley plaza was cute. I liked looking at it. The sky was clear today and there was big puffy white clouds in the sky. I liked the nicer weather. Made me a little less angry.