Euphoria Girl Oneshots ✓

Boys Like You (LH)

Earth 33
Lexi's View

"I'm Bob Ross. The painter from PBS?" I say.

They laugh and my smile disappears.

Before I met you, I never felt good enough

"I think you look great." Y/n says.

"Thank you." I say smiling.

Y/n smiles and I kiss her.

"Does the beard tickle?" Rue asks.

I roll my eyes and they laugh.

2 hours later...

"How's my daughter in-law?" Mon asks.

"What?" I ask.

"How is Y/n?" Mom asks.

"She's good, she got into UCLA like she wanted." I say.

"Good for her, she deserved it." Mom says.

I smile and go upstairs.

Everyone always gets excited whenever I say I'm interested in someone. I was in one relationship and I just gave up after it... until I met Y/n.

Before I let you in, I'd already given up

Mom acts like Y/n is the best thing to happen to me and I'm starting to believe it too.

I take my phone out of my pocket and unlock it.

Y/n usually sends me goodnight texts but she didn't tonight. She also left me on read. She always responds — she responds okay to okay. Am I missing something?

Left on read, no reply, left me just wondering why
Now I'm skeptical of love

I sigh and put my phone down.

Time Skip

Y/n holds my hand and I smile.

So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart?

"I'm kinda mad but happy at the same time." Y/n says.

"Why?" I ask.

"I'm mad because my mom is getting married to someone who's not my dad. I'm happy because all my mom used to think about was my dad, now she's happy with someone else." Y/n says.

"Where's your dad?" Cassie asks.

"Why would you ask her that?" I ask.

"I don't know. He just left my mom and stopped calling." Y/n says.

"Oh my god, twinzies! Another fatherless child." Cassie says.

"At least I know what not to when we get married." Y/n says rubbing my hand.

When you say you want me, is it all of me or just one part?
So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart?

I smile and kiss her.

When you say you want me

Time Skip

"What wrong with you?" Mon asks.

"Y/n hasn't called me all day." I say as mom takes a sip of her wine.

"What's wrong with that? You hang out every single day. Are you not tired of her?" Mom says.

"She said she was sick but she was hanging out with Jules, it was all over Twitter." I say.

"Twitler? What the fuck is a Twitler?" Mom asks.