Dylan Cooper's point of view
"You did not just wore my shirt again!" I shouted at Lianna when she stood up.
She was wearing my shirt as her pajamas. Again.
And she looked fucking perfect in my clothes.
That's what I want to wake up to in every morning of the rest of my life, and I smiled at the fact at the possibility of it.
"I'm sorry." She said as if she's in disbelief.
It wasn't her fault and I couldn't blame her for not believing what I just said.
After all, I always let her.
And, I hugged her to sleep.
"Next time you shouldn't take off your shirt especially when you're sleeping in my room." She crossed her arm before her chest.
"Well, I'm sorry if I wanted to be comfortable." I said.
I have to admit that it was really my fault. After all, I was the one who left my shirt unattended. I was the one who took it off and made it available at the first place.
But damn, I like watching her be pissed.
It's part of my daily routine.
It's like, My day won't be finished without making her pissed or making her yell at least.
She just rolled her eyes on me.
"Well, I'm even sorrier!" She said casually as if the word 'sorrier' exists.
"Fine!" I gave up.
It was no use of arguing with her anyway. Because at the end of the day, she still wins.
And she won my fucking heart.
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.
.
Fuck. Where did that even came from?
That's just fucking cheesy!
"I'll use the bathroom first." I tried to divert my mind into something else.
"No!" She said as I stand up.
"What do you want more? A breakfast from The Great Dylan Cooper or your bathroom?"
She thought about it.
Of course she'll want breakfast.
It's something she can't resist.
With being best friends with her for almost a month? That's one of the things I've learned about her.
And it's just been 3 weeks and we were acting like we were best friends for life.
She's even sitting on my lap now.
And I'm already in love with her.
.
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.
Shit. I seriously need to filter my mind and stop thinking about it.
Because every seconds of thinking about it is torture.
"Fine. Please be quick in using it." Her voice brought me back in reality.
"Just as I expected." I chuckled.
"I'll just not go and stay here inside just like typical saturdays." She acted like an 8 year old kid while slumping in her bed with her lips pouted.
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