Z.B.| Girly things

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[TW: heavy making out]

You and Ziggy got interrupted all the time. No matter where were you to whatever there would always be people so stop you from whatever you were doing.

Right now you and her were in her cabin. She was lying on the bed and you were on top of her just missing each other.

,,We've been doing it for 10 minutes and no one came. Isn't this our lucky day?" You mumbled against her lips.

She laughed and gather your lips again.

,,Don't test our luck, y/n." She said before.

You slid your hands under her top making her gasp. You started slowly taking it off when someone pushed the door. They tried to open it. But Ziggy locked it when you got in.

,,Ziggy? Why is it locked? What are you doing?"Cindy asked worriedly.

,,Is Alice there? Are you doing drugs again? Ziggy, I told you multiple times-"

,,Chill, I am with Y/n." The ginger girl shouted.

,,Y/n? What are you doing?" Cindy asked again since Ziggy didn't open the door.

The ginger girl looked at you and you looked at her as well.

,,Umm... girly things?" Ziggy answers unsure.

The older Berman sigehd and you slapped your face.

,,Really? Ziggy, you'd rather die than paint your nails." Cindy commented.

,,You seriously said this shit?" You whispered.

,,The first that came to mind." Ziggy whispered back.

,,Ziggy, please open." Cindy whined.

Ziggy sighed, stood uo and walked to the door.

She fixed her top and hair and opened the door.

Cindy walked in and started to smell the air.

,,No smell of weed and shit. Okay... what's going on in here?" She asked.

You were still sitting on the bed.

,,Nothing, we were just playing cards." You said as you just took them out of her night stand.

Cindy sighed and walked back to the door.

,,I wanna see you tonight." Cindy told her sister.

Ziggy just nodded and sent her away.

,,Cards? Seriously?" She asked you.

Cindy totally didn't fall for that.

,,Girly things? Seriously?" You aske back.

She just laughed and sat back on the bed.

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