"That's the way everyday goes Every time we have no control If the sky is pink and white If the ground is black and yellow It's the same way you showed me Nod my head, don't close my eyes Half way on a slow move It's the same way you showed me If you could fly then you'd feel south Up north's getting cold soon The way it is, we're on land So I'm someone to hold true Keep you cool in this good life Won't let you down when it's all ruined"
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I woke up next to Trinity.
After our date last night, we crashed at my place and watched a few movies together.
I couldn't help but admire her.
My girlfriend is the prettiest girl in the world.
I placed a soft kiss on her forehead, causing her to move closer to me, burying her face in my neck.
"Baby I have to get ready for practice," I said moving to get up
She put her leg around me to stop me from moving.
"I don't want you to go" she mumbled
"I don't want to go either, but we have to practice for our big game today."
She sighed before moving her leg and pouting at me.
"Do you want to stay here until I get back, or do you want me to drop you off at home?" I asked getting up to brush my teeth
"You can drop me off at home," she replied, following me into the bathroom.
She pulled her hair back into a ponytail before grabbing her toothbrush.
My bathroom was now our bathroom.
She had her own toothbrush, all of her hair and skin products were here, as well as her soap, body wash, lotion, and perfumes. She had clothes here as well, she basically moved into my room, but I didn't mind.
My sheets even smelled like her.
It was honestly the best thing in the world. Whenever she couldn't be here, it would always feel like she was here with me.
My parents weren't home, and Trey was still asleep, so Trinity went downstairs to cook breakfast while I took a quick shower and got ready for practice.
After I finished getting dressed, I grabbed my gym bag and made my way downstairs.
I've never asked her to cook for me, but she always chose to. I even tried to return the favor once, but she wouldn't let me. I don't know if it was because she loves to cook, or if it was because she thinks I'm terrible at it. I just wish she would let me cater to her more often. She deserves to be treated well and taken care of.
"Are you just going to stand there?" she giggled before pouring a glass of orange juice.
"No" I replied before walking over to her and placing a kiss on her cheek
