Baggy pants and sluggish ways to kill for watching Vampire Diaries from the edge of the bed , was how I'm spending my day. Late night chats, continues messaging, endless sleepovers, and scratchy voices from the 2 ends at 4 am. Y/N, she was that person. I thought back words from yesterday night she slept here, well her only night now. Words came out like I didn't have a sense of mind. Making strong statements about her boyfriend, David, was wrong? He gives me raving peeves from his demeanor on how he treats her. I didn't regret taking back sentences about him, until Y/N felt a little shot down to pieces. She's still in the guest bedroom, possibly thinking how to cake frost it down to end our friendship. I resumed back to television, showing Elena and Damon's 'scene' . I keep refreshing thoughts how me and Y/N can be identically like that. I , surprisingly,perked up to her room, and lightly revolved the knob. She was knelt down on the hard wood floor, with her brittle hands guarded across her face. Her knuckles moved along with her fingers,becoming more timid and stiff as I crept more and more to her. "Did I make you this hurt?" I said hoping to sound apologetic. She inhaled a huff of air, and lit her eyes. "You were right. After our argument, I snuck out for some comfort from David. But--- lies is all I've seen from him. Humping his ex was first, and giving in was second. God--- he lies every time" she blew in and out to keep her from her precious lips. They quivered as she kept doing it. I knelt down with her and reached my hand under her thighs and my other hand on her back. "Wh- what are you doing?" I picked her up, full strength across to my room, and laid her scattered with pillows and blankets surrounding her perfect face. With a quick bend, I tasted those luscious lips.
