Well when I woke up I was on the couch. YN peacefully sleeping on me. I carry her to my room. I decide to make her breakfast.
I'm not the best cook in the world so I just made waffles, bacon, and eggs. Then I heard soft foot patter on the wood floors.
"Good morning." I say.
"Morning. You cooked breakfast?" She asks me.
"Yeah. I hope you like waffles and bacon." I say.
We sat down on the bar stools.
"So you from LA?" I ask.
"No. I'm originally from Miami. But my best friend and I both received full scholarships to UCLA." I say.
"Where's your friend anyways?"
"She transferred to Santa Monica."
"So you're here by yourself?" I ask.
"Yeah. Enjoying it. Loving it and now I'm here with one of the biggest superstars of our generation." YN says.
I smile. She takes my hand and I lean in and the next thing I know we're kissing.
"So what does this make us?" She asks.
"Um, I think we're going our now." I say.
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