Lost and Found ❁ Malia Tate [2]

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Sleepover?

@itscarterbitch: YOU GUYS I'M LITERALLY ON MY WAY TO MALIA'S HOUSE

@itscarterbitch: SHE'S NEVER INVITED ME BEFORE

@ariamiller: Carlia sex?

@lydiamartin: oh I vote yes

@sighkat: same

@itscarterbitch: Wtf Lil bean

@itscarterbitch: has Liam corrupted you

@sighkat: idk maybe

@catherbrooks: hey yes hello what did I miss

@catherbrooks: Oh I haven't missed Carlia sex yet I'm good

@itscarterbitch: STOP WE'RE HERE I'M ABOUT TO MEET HER DAD

"Why is your heart beating so fast?" Malia muttered, opening the mail box and grabbing the envelopes shoved inside. "All you're doing is spending the night we do it all the time."

"I've never even seen your house until now, that's why." Carter replied, shoving her phone in her pocket. "Or met your dad for a matter of fact."

"He'll probably ignore us until dinner." She shrugged, opening the door and dropping the mail on the coffee table as the walked in. "I'm home!"

"Who's this?" Mr.Tate stepped out of the kitchen with a bag of chips, looking at his daughter's companion curiously.

"This is Carter, my uh," Malia cleared her throat awkwardly, gesturing towards Carter. "My friend."

Carter's smile fell slightly, the girl glancing at her 'friend' put of the corner of her eye before giving Mr.Tate a small wave.

He just grunted in response and shoved a chip in his mouth, making his way back into the kitchen.

"My room is this way." Malia whispered, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the stairs. Once they got to her room she shut the door, switching on the tv before turning to Carter. "You smell weird."

"I'm fine." Carter gave her a forced smile, rocking back on her heels. "I'm great, friend."

"Oh." She realized, frowning slightly and taking a step forward. "I'm sorry, I haven't told him."

"It's okay." She half shrugged, smiling again. "Really, it's cool. I don't care."

"I don't think of you as my friend." Malia said slowly, leaning forward and brushing her lips against Carter's cheek.

"No?" Carter breathed, her eyes falling shut as Malia left another kiss, this time closer to her mouth.

"Nope." This time she actually kissed her, her hands finding her waist and pressing their hips together.

Carter couldn't even process what was happening until Malia's t-shirt had been discarded, revealing the purple bra that she had liked.

Also, making out with one arm in a sling is pretty damn hard.

Before Malia could lean in again the door swung open, both the girl freezing on sight.

Mr.Tate blinked slowly, taking in his top less daughter's messy hair and her "freind's" smudged lipstick-which just so happened to be on Malia's mouth as well.

"Well," He sighed, shaking his head. "At least I won't be a grandfather at this age."

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*CUTS MAKE OUT SCENE HELLA SHORT BC STILL NOT FULLY COMFORTABLE WRITING GIRLXGIRL*

But hey, Malia's dad knows... ha

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