𝕴 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 ; ʟʟᴏʏᴅ ɢᴀʀᴍᴀᴅᴏɴ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Chapter two: sleepover. (NEW VER)

♫ ❝I thought I'd uncover your secrets, but turns out there's more. You adored me, before. Oh, my good looking boy.❞♫

This chapter was written by my friend excuse the change in writing style.

YOUR POV.

I had already added Lloyd to my contacts, the act a sign of the importance he had quickly come to hold. It was now Saturday afternoon, the perfect opportunity to reach out.

"Hey Lloyd it's Y/n.. sorry I told you to leave when my friends came. It's not that I'm embarrassed about you or anything like that, I just didn't want them to say anything to you." I hit send, my fingers hovering over the screen, the anticipation of his response palpable.

His reply arrived, the words a display of understanding. "Oh hey Y/n... it's fine really, it's nice that you wanted to spare my feelings..." His words a testament to the burgeoning friendship, the connection one that felt tender, a bond that had the potential for something more.

"So when do you wanna start the project..?" I inquired, the project a looming deadline, the work something we needed to tackle.

"I'm not doing anything today or tomorrow but it's totally understandable if you'd rather spend your weekend doing something else.." Lloyd's response was considerate, the offer a display of his willingness to accommodate.

"Nah it's cool, if your mom says yes I can go over your place." My text was a show of enthusiasm, the prospect of spending time with Y/n a more than acceptable alternative to being stuck at home.

"What about your mom—?" Lloyd's curiosity was piqued, the topic of my home life an unusual one to discuss.

"She doesn't like when I'm home either way." My response was frank, the truth a heavy burden, the reality a reminder of the weight I carried.

"Oh." Lloyd's text was brief, the pause between his messages a clear sign of his discomfort, his need to respond evident. "I'm sorry." A separate text followed, the apology an unexpected, yet welcome, gesture, the sentiment a show of empathy.

The topic of my mother, a somber note in the conversation, but the prospect of spending time with Lloyd, his company a silver lining, a beacon of hope in an otherwise bleak weekend.

"It's fine." My response was light, the topic of my mother's disapproval a heavy subject, the conversation ready to move on to more pleasant matters. "So what did your mom say?"

"I just asked her, she said it's fine, she'll be at work though." Lloyd's reply was reassuring, his mother's approval a crucial step, the distance between us soon to be bridged.

"Alright, cool. Text me the address, and I'll be there after I do a few things." A sense of excitement bubbled within me, the prospect of spending time with Lloyd, an activity that held the promise of fun and friendship.

"Okay :))!!" Lloyds response was a display of excitement, the enthusiasm contagious, his happiness a mirror of mine.

Once I received the address, I gathered my things, getting ready to head to Lloyd's place. My hopes of fun, a wish I held onto, the day a blank slate, our time together, a chance to turn the page.

I strolled towards Lloyd's apartment, the distance between us short, the walk a chance to collect my thoughts, the silence a prelude to the fun I anticipated. My phone vibrated, a text alerting me of a new message.

Opening the text, I saw it was from my girlfriend. "I'm going to Lloyd's place." I typed out a response, sending the message before she could respond.