I scrunch my eyebrows together as I see the sun peeking through the curtains. I look at my surroundings to find I'm in the living room. I try sitting up but the grip of big warm arms are around my waist. I turn around to see a sleeping Alec. Hair all messy his mouth slightly open with little snores pouring out of it.
I smile at his appearance. He really is beautiful. I've thought he was since the day I met him. The memories of last night flash through my head.
After Alec confessed his deep feelings for me. I confessed my deep feelings for him. Oh yeah, I really like Alec. Surprise? Anyways, we decided it was too late to do anything else so we watched tv until we both fell asleep. And. Now we were here.
I still don't understand why me eating in the middle of the night was such a big deal. Does he think I'm that fat? I think to myself but I brush it off because he did say I was beautiful, not in a cocky fuckboyish way. But genuinely. I'll ask him about it later when he wakes up.
I reluctantly try to pry myself from his warm embrace. I succeed within two minutes and I'm tiptoeing back to my room. I grab my towel and head into the bathroom. I strip down my clothes and hop into the already hot shower. I love hot showers, not warm, hot. It doesn't take me long to get out for I don't really like taking long showers, only when I'm really thinking. Once I wrap my head with another towel I walk out of the bathroom and walk back to my room, where I find Alec is no longer on the couch.
I shrug it off, and proceed to my bedroom. I walk over to my closet to pick an outfit out. Since it's still summer and I live in LA something to wear when it's hot sounds good.
I put my usual make up on, which is always light but a little dark around the eyes so it brings out my brown eyes. I then throw my hair up in a messy bun, because I don't feel like doing else to it, because I'm just simply lazy.
I step back to look at my appearance and I'm satisfied. I look around my room to find my phone on the nightstand. I pick it up and check the time. It's 1:30 it took me thirty minutes to get dressed. I slept that long?
I shrug it off and open my door and walk out to find Alec who is dressed in not his usual clothes. Once he sees me he smiles, I smile back. I could look at his smile all day.
"Good morning Princess." He greets me as he hands me a mug full of coffee. I love coffee, I smell it and smile. I take a sip and it taste like heaven.
"Morning." I say before putting my mug down and hopping on the counter next to wear he's standing.
"I'm taking you out today." He says coming in between my legs, I wrap my arms around his neck.
"Oh yeah?" I question while I play with his hair.
"Yeah when I woke up I really thought about how I don't really know you. We've lived together for three months and all I know is that you're a beautiful brat." He says ending with a cheeky smile.
I playfully punch his arm.
"Whatever." I smile, "okay what's the plan Mr. Romantic?" I say smiling my dimple smile.
He pokes them, "Everywhere. All day. You and me." He says simply.
"Okay, let's go get breakfast first." I say hopping off the counter and starting to walk to my room. I can feel his eyes burning through me.
I turn around and catch his gaze he quickly shoots his attention to else where. I laugh and shake my head before going in and grabbing my cross body bag and my keys. Yeah last month, I finally had all the money I needed and more for my dream car that I've wanted since I was thirteen years old. A 1967 Chevy Impala. Black with brown leather seats, I call her Baby. (Raise your hand if you know where that's from. If you know I'll love you forever.)
I walk back out and towards the door where Alec is already standing.
"I'm driving." I say, grabbing his keys from his hand and throwing them on the counter.
"You have a car?" He asks surprised.
I nod my head, opening the door. "Now come on."
As we walk down the hallway I play with my keys, Alec reaches for them but I quickly snatch them away. I raise my eyebrow at him.
"Do you value your life?" I ask, looking at him.
He nods confused.
"We'll then don't touch my keys." I say opening the door to go outside.
"Your car is probably old and crusty, I mean look at those keys." He says motioning towards my keys.
I gasp and turn to him, flick him on his head and turn around.
"Ow! What the fuck woman?! That hurt! I'm sorry for being rude but look at those keys. Plus I'm supposed to be driving you, I'm taking you out on a date." He says rubbing his head.
I stop in front of a bunch of parked cars. I cross my arms and turn to him.
"Let's play a game. If you choose my car, you can drive Baby, all day. But if you get it wrong I'm driving, all day." I say waiting for his response.
He huffs and stands up straighter than before. He takes a moment to look at all of the cars not even bothering to look at my actual car. His eyes stop at an ugly old pink buggy. He smirks before turning to me. He points to the car.
Just to play with him I give a "mad" look to him. And he smiles in triumph, but my "mad" face turns into a devious smile. His fades.
I shake my head laughing. I walk towards Baby and open the door. He looks like a little kid who has eaten candy for the first time.
"No way in hell this is your car!!" He exclaims opening the passenger door.
"Yeah pretty boy. First of all I don't like pink. And second of all I don't like buggies." I say starting the beautiful piece machinery, I love the sound of the muffler when it starts.
"A 1967 Chevrolet Impala?" He says still amazed at the scene.
I nod my head, "I've wanted this car ever since I was thirteen years old. Last month I had just enough to buy it and wasn't I happy." I say putting it in reverse and backing out of the parking spot.
"You're in for a wild ride Holden." I smirk and zoom out of the parking lot.
Today is going to be fun.
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Roommate
Teen FictionMonet Beverly (as herself)19. Comes from a military family. Her dad have being passed away from war and her older brother currently there, her mom getting ready for deployment. It's the worst situation of her life. UCLA. Think it'll make everything...