hiatus.
you still look like a movie,
you still sound like a song,
my god, this reminds me,
of when we were young.
criminal minds fan fiction
childhood best friends to enemies to lovers
emily prentiss x oc
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Davina's POV
"THAT WAS HARSH, DAVINA." Leah sighs as we walk through the lobby of the gym.
I wipe the back of my hand across my forehead, grimacing when it comes back shining with sweat, "I don't think it was harsh, he was a dick."
The automatic doors opened as we continued outside, the fresh January air pinching at my cheeks while Leah zipped up her jacket, still lecturing me, "Maybe he actually wasn't looking at your ass, he could have been trying to count the weights. He might have just been impressed by how much you were lifting."
"I'm sure he was," I mumble, knowing I could lift his entire body mass in my sleep, "Unfortunately for him, I don't lift weights with my ass. Which means his eyes were certainly in the wrong place."
Leah stops on the sidewalk and grabs me by the shoulders, turning me to face her. Her dark hair blows crazily over her face as she narrows her eyes at me.
I match her expression, "Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" She asks, tilting her head to try and get the hair off of her lips.
I cross my arms, "Like something stupid is about to come out of your mouth."
Her mouth drops open, "You are damn lucky I like you." She then grabs my cheeks firmly, "But, what have I told you about telling men that you will 'peel their balls like oranges.'"
Through my squished mouth, I reply with a nod, "That I should do it."
Leah glares at me, her tight grip on my face pushing my lips into a pout, "No. You shouldn't. Repeat after me, I should not tell men that I will peel their balls like oranges."
I say nothing.
"Davina." She scolds, pressing her lips together.
"Fine," I sigh, plastering on a fake smile, "I will not tell men that I will peel their balls like oranges," I repeat slowly, crossing my index and middle finger behind my back.
She nods in confirmation, giving my cheeks a little slap, "Good girl."
I raise a brow as she drops her hands, letting us carry on walking, "Little do you know, that turns me on."
She gazes across at me with apprehension, "The slap or the good girl?"
"Yes."
The look on her face was one I had seen too many times before. A combination of I can't believe I am friends with this person, and I have never loved someone more in my life. I choose to believe that the latter takes priority, but I may be incorrect.
"So, are you looking forward to the interview?" Leah asks as we continue our biweekly stroll back home from our workout session.
"Looking forward to a job interview?" I ask with a chuckle, "You've got to be kidding me."
