𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤

11. bring me home.

I'm not putting a name on this guy, he will always be referred to as He or Him, because i want you to not put this as a love story of someone else, i want you to think of the beginning with any person you would fancy.

I smiled as I heard the laugh of my fiancee echoing over the speakers of my car. "I want a big teddy bear to cuddle with at night!" i exclaimed, letting out a giddy laugh. Excitement was rattling my chest, filling my veins with adrenaline. Another laugh came from the other side of the phone and then a sigh.

"I can't tell you how much I love you." he said softly. An image of him flashed in my mind, laying down on the couch next to the puppy we just rescued, staring at the Tv which was probably playing his favorite show. I could see his hand petting the sleeping puppy, waiting for me to come home. Working late was one of the things we both hated about my job, but i get to spend more time during the day with him, so it's alright.

My cheeks flushed a red, feeling the amount of love i have for him bubbling in my veins. His hair was the perfect length, not too short yet not too long and he knows i like it that way. He always bit his lip when he was angry, annoyed, frustrated, stressed, every situation where he was not happy.

He had these faint freckles on his back, that i would trace when he's asleep, always connecting them into a fucked up elephant that never had two ears. He smiled when he was nervous, and i laughed, so people called us the happy couple all the time. He hated meeting new people, and though i had anxiety about meeting new people, i was more outgoing than he was.

He loved kisses, kissing me every second he could get. That was one of my favorite things about him. We both had our talk about how we feel about PDA, but every so often when i see him talking about something he loved and he had that spark in his eyes, i couldn't help grabbing his cheeks and kissing him.

I loved hearing about everything he loves, watching him start to ramble about his interests, what he used to do and what has changed in his hobbies or liking. He tells the funniest stories, the funniest explanations of anything. In high school, we met because my chemistry grade was going below a C and i was trying so hard to grasp what they were teaching but i just didn't understand.

My teacher paired me up with him because he was the top in all of her classes and said he would be able to help more than she could. So he became my tutor. We started out studying in the library, where it seemed every football star was in there talking as loud as loud can get though kids are studying, so when he suggested going back to one of our houses to finish, i felt nervous.

He was smart, charming. He used to wear big, cute 'nerdy' glasses, but now it's contacts. He used to have this adorable stutter when he would get to going on something he wanted to talk about.

We decided on going back to my home, where my mother was currently away and my dad was at work. We were talking about some sort of acid base neutralization equation. I didn't understand what we were doing, and the second i asked what the acid neutral thing even was and i fell in love with him right there.

He smiled, his mini dimples digging into his cheeks. Then he started talking, going on and on about what we read last chapter, and the lab we did last week that all tied into what we were learning today. He started naming off how the ionic charges on the elements and compounds had to do with the pH balance. (i'm sorry guys, i have no fucking idea what i'm talking about, my mom is doing this in her college class and i'm just writing shit to expand off of their lesson)

In that moment, i watched as he turned to me with such interest in his eyes i felt bad when i started to tune out. I fell in love with the way he moved his hands and stirred in his seat because of his sort of excitement. When he was finished, he sighed like a whole weight was lifted from his shoulders, but when he turned and saw my look, i think he thought he overstepped.