𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, -@ꜱᴄᴀʀʜᴇᴀᴅꜱᴡɪꜰᴇ
𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲, 15
𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗺BEEP BEEP BEEP,
my alarm fucking boomed through my ears.
i yawned, starting to stretch before i felt something holding me back. i felt my waist being pinned down to the bed, i turned around to see darrian, first of all taking up 50% of the damn bed & second of all holding on to me like i'm bout to move countries.i slowly and carefully unwrapped his arms from my waist, trying not to wake him up. i walked off into my connected bathroom, beginning my morning routine with brushing my teeth & washing my face.
i clearly wasn't quiet enough, bcs i heard a groan coming from my room."madsss!"
i stayed quiet, let this nigga think he dreamin.
next i heard his heavy ass stomp in my direction. "maddieee. what you doin outta bed baby?" he asked, his eyes still sensitive to light & his arms snaking themselves around my waist. "d you know i gotta get ready for school" i said blankly, trying to not let him distract me.see i probably should've jus let him realise that when he fully gained consciousness. going to school after he slept over was truely always a struggle, but i genuinely refuse to give in to him today
"baeee." he whined, dropping his head onto my shoulder dramatically. i shook him off and walked into my closet trying to find an outfit. "whattt" i whined back, reciprocating the energy.
"you know i cant breath when you go ta school maaa" he complained, this was jus about the most dramatic boy in america.
"ima be home at 3 baby it's not that bad, just go out wit ya niggas or sum" i suggested, picking up a white long sleeve body suit.
"ion wanna be wit them madsss, i wanna be witchuu" he continued to whine. he was so cute, but no. this was an endless cycle of me letting him sleepover on a school night, him guilt tripping me in the morning & eventually me giving in.
"that's too bad d, i'm sorry but it's just a few hours." i said sternly. choosing some grey sweats, pairing the outfit w some grey & white 4's.
-madeline's fit-