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Don't clench your fists in name of jealousy if you don't intend to place them around my neck

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Don't clench your fists in name of jealousy if you don't intend to place them around my neck.


☼ Phoebe


"She said first door on the left not right, Joshua." Tyler said in a low voice from the back.

"I know that Tyler, I'm just trying to make sure that no one is here." Josh whispered, "This is extremely nerve-racking." He gripped at my waist a little tighter from where he was holding me bridal style. He looked down at me, "Are you sure your dad isn't hiding somewhere?"

"If you wait a little longer you'll find out." I say and watch Josh gulp down his nervousness.

"Just take her to her room before we get drop kicked in the face." The boy that followed close behind suggested.

Josh stopped in front of my wooden door motioning for Tyler to push it open.

"Your room is very, um, green."Josh stepped (us) in.

"Yeah, it's supposed to be inspiring or whatever." I admitted.

Josh looked around, "I like it, it suits you."

"Put her down, man. She's gonna pass out from having you breathe your dog breath on her all day." The brunette smirked.

"Shut up, baby boy." He jerked his head back.

I giggled, earning myself an evil glare from Josh, "That goes for you too, little girl."

"What's up with you and the nicknames?" Tyler pressed himself against my drawer.

"That's what I said!" I exclaim.

"Alright children, calm down."

"We aren't children, Josh." Tyler laughed and folded his arms.

Josh's eyes widened due to Tyler's remark, I felt Josh tense underneath me, "I'm gonna lay you down now; Do you like to lay against the wall or on the open side?"

"On the open side." I eyed my messy mattress.

Tyler brushed up my sheets with his hands making sure that there were no crumbs or creases to bother me. Josh laid me down gently placing a pillow under my right foot so it was elevated and my feather pillow below my head; Making sure that I was comfortable he covered me with the soft comforter.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Tyler asked with sad eyes.

I nodded, "I'll be okay."

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