Little Stretch

Oh thats right. I Stitch.

*There is extreme steamy parts😬*
"Rosemary's POV
--------------------------------------"I'm bouncing."

"What's wrong?", asked Grayson standing next to Linus.

"I can't do this.", I said feeling like I was having an anxiety attack.

"What do you mean?"

"I kissed Oliver!"

"What?! Why the hell would you...what?!"

"Well technically he kissed me, but it was an accident, well not really, but it didn't mean anything!"

"What's going on? You're supposed to be stitching why did you call it off?", asked my dad as he came from upstairs.

"Oh that's right. I stitch. Just like I stitched me and Olivers lips together...I'm so sorry Grayson, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Oh it's okay, I never cared about you anyway.", he said putting his hands in his pockets.

"What?"

"Oh hey Audrey."

"Hey."

"Audrey?", I said as I saw Audrey walk towards Grayson. That bitch came out of nowhere.

"Can you not see?", Grayson said sharply.

"Wait you told her about this place?!", I gritted through my teeth refraining myself from slapping him and just now being aware that I'm still in the tank.

"Well I mean yeah. This place is kind of dumb, so it didn't really make a difference.", he shrugged.

"Yeah. And you know what? It was so sweet of Grayson to show me this place. Just like how he was sweet enough to pretend to care about you and be your little "boyfriend". Ah how cute.", said Audrey as she started laughing.

I got sick to my stomach as everyone in the lab started laughing at me. They keep saying my name and mocking it. And then everything went into a swift blur...
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"Rosemary."

"Hmm.", I hummed feeling a soft fabric under my cheek.

"Wake up", the voice said again.

I scrunched up my nose as I opened my eyes, seeing an unfamiliar room. I turned around slightly and saw Oliver's face. My heart skip when I realized what position we were in. Are legs we intertwined with each other and my hand was a clinging on to his chest. And also I was right on top of him. So yeah this isn't awkward at all.

"You kept squirming and kept saying "I'm so sorry", are you okay?"

"Oliver how did I get in your room?", I asked gazing at all the artwork up on the walls.

"When we were walking to social studies, and by walking I mean you running and me trying to keep up, you tripped and fell and hit your head hard. And after our talk I remember you said you hated going to the nurse, because all they do is give out ice, so I just took you home."

"And you just decided just to lay me on top of you?", I asked which cause him to laugh a little.

"Well--um."

"Yes?"

"You kind of did that on your own. I laid you next me and I woke up about 20 minutes ago, and I mean you looked pretty comfortable, so I decided to just leave you alone until you woke up".

Still trying to figure out and comprehend to what he just said, I blushed. But for no apparent reason. I looked up from my hands to look at Oliver, and he just had this big grin on his face.