"Pretty Girl"

23 - pretty girl

Malorie's POV:

-1 year later-

"Here you go, pretty girl," I say, handing Baylie a margarita. She smiles, and I sit next to her.

We're at my beach house in Florida. And this year, Daddy got us our own house. Paid it right up front in full.

So, we're here without him this year. He just opened his new restaurant called Baylie and Mal's.

Yes, we cried.

"You think we can publish that book we've been writing since you graduated early and I'm done?" She asks.

"Of course." I kiss her.

"I'm so lucky you're mine, Mal," she whispers. I kiss her again.

"Quit playing, Baylie. I will propose."

"Do it. We were already talking about marriage eight months down the line, pretty girl."

"You know, when I first met you, Bay, I called you pretty girl in my head." She straddles my lap and kisses me again.

"You said you hated me, you bitch!" She says smiling.

"Oh, don't call me that." She pushes me down and gets off of me.

"I hate you!" She says smiling.

"You don't hate me. You haven't ever hated me," I say smiling. She lays next to me and puts her head on my chest.

"Will you shut up?" She asks, looking up at me. I kiss her.

"I love you," I whisper.

"I love you more. Mal, don't find this weird, but I fell in love with you before I knew who you were." I smile. She straddles my lap again.

"I always wondered about you. What the girl with the pretty voice from New York was doing in such a big city," she says.

"What your days were like and... how you were and what it was like to have freedom. How different your life was from mine."

"I wasn't, really. Free. I was trapped in my mind. I never left my house I- I was suicidal I was drinking and smoking and cutting I... wasn't healthy. At all."

"When did you get healthy?" She whispers.

"When I met you. I was on the fucking verge of killing myself because of my OCD and BPD, and you, Baylie, fixed that. Well, kind of. But you get the gist."

"You fixed me," she says.

"You fixed me by corrupting me." She gasps, smiles, and kisses me.

"Remember when I literally threw up because I was guilty about watching you? And you told me you wanted me to corrupt you?" I ask. She nods.

"That's when I knew I was in love with you," I whisper.

"I knew I was in love with you when I saw you in the goddamn window, Malorie Abbott," she says, before smiling and kissing me. I raise my eyebrows and deepen the kiss.

"I was so mean to you! Even though, I have cried over the fact that you said you had no friends. I have sobbed."

"I had you. And that was all I needed."

"But before that!"

"I got to daydream about the girl from New York! I was fine, mama!" She kisses me.

"I wus fyne, mamuh!" I mock her accent. She stares at me. I grin. She continues to stare at me.

"Malorie... you're not funny." My stomach drops. My eyes fill up with tears.

"No no no I'm not mad at you! I was kidding! No, no don't cry baby. Shh, it's okay." She wipes them as they fall and kisses me softly.

"It's okay. It's okay!" She caresses my cheek with her thumb.
"Shh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset." She kisses me.

"It's okay," I say, voice breaking.

"I just- got scared. But it's okay because you're not mad at me!" I say smiling. She wipes my tears again.

"No I am not. It's cute. Your little southern accent." She kisses my neck.

"I love you," I whisper.

"I love you more," she says. She kisses me again and hugs me.

"Gooood morning!" Brie says, sitting down next to us with Star.
"I booked our flight back to Bama, baby! We're goin to the farm!"

"Wouldn't that be like, I don't know, traumatizing?" I ask.

"Nah," she says.
"Baylie was the one who asked." I look at her. She nods.

"She booked a flight for alllll of us," Star says.

"We're going to the fucking farm?" I ask.

"We are! I get to see Julie!" Baylie says, grinning.

"Your pig? We should take her," I say.

"How are we gonna raise a pig in an apartment?" She asks.

"Listen, I wanna see this Julie chick. I wanna know who had my girl before I did."

"She's a pig!" She says, blushing. I put my hands on her waist.

"She got to hear your pretty voice all day before I did," I say. She leans in and locks her lips with mine.

"You've heard my voice for far longer. Julie's only three."

"Julie heard you for three years!"

"I talk a lot, Mal." I grin. She kisses me.

"Ugh!" Star says.

"You guys are so cute. I hate you."

A/N - pretty girl. PRETTY GIRLLLLLL.

I love you!🩷🥰