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lucas has some song by future blasting from the television as he sweeps the floor of the house—a condition alex forced on him for the sleepover idea lucas asked for, and got.
his cheery whistling is barely audible over how loud the music is playing. the artist is singing about something to do with zooties, and i can't help but bop my head along to the beat. this isn't my bands, but it's nice.
all four of us have been doing music rotation through alex's phone. once your song stops playing, another person can put a song in queue and it'll play immediately, so we can all have fun.
we're all trying to help clean, but if i'm being honest lucas is the only one really trying. along with me, a condition i made for myself for taking up an entire week of their time. a hug everyday surely isn't enough payment for how well pierce has been treating me.
i was picking up forgotten rubbish, but pierce ended up taking over for me, thinking i wouldn't find anything else to fix. well hah! in his face because his window seals are dusty, so i'm currently dealing with those.
the zooties song ends, and i'm able to hear the start of my song playing. pretty boy by the neighbourhood. yes, i am trying to send a secret message to pierce. hopefully he catches on, i don't know what other boy i'd be calling pretty.
alex has been on the phone with his mom for about an hour now. since he wasn't able to go to her house on tuesday, three days ago, like he said he would, he's been making up for it with too-long phone calls. i find their relationship admirable, and adorable. of course alex is a mamas boy.
'even if my heart stops beeping,
you're the only thing i need with me.'
the beginning of the song echoes throughout the entire house, and i can't help but blush when i feel pierce walk past me. out of the corner of my eye, i can see him pause mid-step, and face the television. he cocks his head to the side, reading the lyrics displayed on the tv with utter curiosity.
then all of a sudden, he's interrupting alex's phone call to add a song into the queue. i watch with curiosity as alex rolls his eyes, waiting for him to be done and then snatches his phone back. when pierce turns around to face me, i pretend i wasn't looking and continue
i finished this window five minutes ago, but haven't been able to stop looking at him and those freaking hands. before i can even pick up the duster and pretend to clean, i'm being swept up by those exact hands.
he swallows my gasp by attaching our lips, and i sigh into his mouth. ever since we've stared dating—yay!—he hasn't stopped randomly kissing me.
he pulls our bodies flush against each other with a hand on my back, slightly tipping me backwards so he's leaning forward, and stealing my breath. my song quickly comes to an end, and the beginning of his song starts playing.
it's not something i recognise, but to be fair i can't really hear the beat over the loud thumping of my heart, and the soft groans he's releasing, mixed with my needy whimpers. i place a hand on his chest just so i can feel his heartbeat. it's racing.
"pierce," i breath against his mouth when he lets go of me, throwing in another three short kisses as he always does. he squeezes my butt, and i let out a squeal, clutching his shirt. he goes an extra mile and strikes the flesh.
and just then, do i hear the lyrics for his song.
'i'm down on my hands and knees,
begging you please, baby,
show me your world.'
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his and hers | 18+
Romantizmi have no safe space, no haven. my home is a wreck, and everyone at school hates me. the least i can do for myself is lay low. i don't speak to anyone, i don't have any friends, my hoodie is always drawn. i keep to myself, and that's how i like it...
