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Warnings: alcohol + a bit of sexy time
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It was now 7:30 and i was alone in my apartment since Maddie and Chase left. I cleaned my room up, put clothes in the washer and dryer, and basically did a whole hour of cleaning and getting my shit together. I was gonna cook some dinner for myself so I decided to pour myself a glass of white wine. As i was taking a first sip, i heard my phone go off from a text.
Drewbear
Hey
Y/n
Hi
Drewbear
What are you up to
Y/n
Nothing im about to make dinner
Why
Drewbear
Can i come over?
Y/n
Sure
Drewbear
Sure or yes
Y/n
Yes
Drewbear
Okay I'll be there in 10
I left his text on seen and internally freaked out because 1. Im in my pjs, 2. Maddie's not home so it'll be the first time we hang out just us after what happened, and 3. He wants to come over!!!!
Thank god i cleaned my room and the apartment up. Should i change? No, i feel like he will know that i changed since i told him i was home alone doing nothing, why would i look any better then this. But i feel like i look too... disheveled?
Im being dramatic.
Its Drew! Like when has he ever cared i look put together. Or maybe he does and doesn't tell me.
Whatever, im not changing. Besides, im wearing a tight crop top and some pj soft shorts and socks. That's not that bad.
I start to take the things that i need out of the fridge and after a few moments there is a notch at my door.
My body fills with nerves as i walk to the door and open it to reveal an extremely comfy looking Drew which immediately puts a smile to my face. He's wearing some grey sweatpants and a dark green crew neck. So hot.
"Hello," i smile at him, trying my best not to let my nerves show, which he gives back.
"Hey," he smirks as i let him walk in.
"Oh what's all this," he says as he walks in and turns to look into the kitchen.
"You caught me about to make dinner, you want some?" I explained closing the door.
"Sure, what are you making," he says looking around.
"Sure or yes?" I copy his previous comment making him turn around to face me and chuckle while i smile.
"Yes," he says as he takes in my appearance, making me feel slightly insecure while his eyes look at my face and body.
"Im making pizza," i answer his previous question as i walk past him, trying to ignore his stare, to preheat the oven.
