Stanford Girl

Official

Your POV:

We got back to our hotel after the wedding. "That was a great wedding. She looked amazing."

"I love weddings. I love my friends, but if I have to wear this dress any longer I'll cry." I said. I grabbed sweatpants from the bag I brought. "Help." I said.

Christen walked over and unzipped my dress. I took it off.

"Why do you like to cause me pain?" She asked.

I put my sweatpants on. "I have to look at your beautiful everything. I don't complain."

Christen's POV:

I grabbed clothes and went to the bathroom to change.

I'm gonna ask her. Tonight.

Your POV:

Christen came out of the bathroom. "You good?"

"Yeah why wouldn't I be?"

"You seemed freaked out when I-"

"No. Trust me I was not freaked out. It was more of me being taken away by your beauty."

"Smooth."

"Thanks." I laughed. "I wanted to talk to you. About us."

"What about us?"

"You know how I feel. I like you. You like me. We've been on dates, I just saw you change and you're too hot."

"Hot damn."

She laughed. "I was hoping we could make this official." She said.

I smiled and grabbed her hand. "I don't know how to answer that."

She rolled her eyes. "Just say you'll be my girlfriend."

"You'll be my girlfriend." I smirked.

"Why do I put up with you."

"Cause you like me that much." I said. "I've always been terrified of relationships. I watched my parents fall apart, then I got cheated on, I felt like I wasn't meant for relationships."

Christen's POV:

"You are." I said. "I won't hurt you. I'll treat you the way you deserve. I'll be the best friend you need, a good teammate on the field, and most importantly the best girlfriend ever."

"What if I screw it up?" She whispered.

"There's 2 people in this relationship. If you screw something up, I'll probably do the same." I said. "I know you said you can't trust anyone, but you can trust me. Just say you'll be my girlfriend."

"I did already." She said. I looked at her. "I'll be your girlfriend Christen." She smiled. "That what you wanted to hear?"

"Yes."

"I'm tired." She got into her bed and looked at me. "You coming or what?"

"What?"

"What?" She mocked me. "Get your ass in here." She said.

"I'm good." I got into my bed and closed my eyes. I heard a lot of movement and then felt weight on my bed. I opened my eyes and saw Y/N at the foot of my bed.

"What?"

"Really? You ask me to be your girlfriend then won't cuddle." She smirked. "This is like when you kissed me and tried to walk away after. What is going on in your head?"

"Lots of things. Like you're really hot. And it probably isn't a good idea to be in the same bed because you're really hot."

"I'm really hot?" I nodded. "You are too! Damn Press. Give me chest pains every time you smile." I laughed. She got into bed next to me and put her head on the pillow.

Your POV:

She turned onto her side and looked at me. "Ok if you're gonna stare at me-"

Her lips were on mine. How can she be so awkward then so hot? Is Christen Press real?

"Goodnight." She said and turned to her other side.