the morning after us

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2ds pov

       I woke up on her bed the next morning. I couldn't
really remember what exactly happened the night before at that moment, I rolled over onto my side excepting to face her...... nothing,  *sigh* I should've known she was too good to be true.

I got up and put on my clothes. While putting on my shirt I smelled something, "bacon??"

  Was she still home???

I went into the kitchen and found her making breakfast.

R:"oh hi stu, how would you like your eggs"

S:" um...m scrambled please "

Time skippppppppp

Breakfast with her was great, she was so pretty in the mornings

AN: ahhhhhhh I'm burning out

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