That gif has me shooketh^^
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~Tommy's P.O.V.~
I sit in my dorm room, and review my notes. One of the best parts about being one of the only girls at an all boys school, is that I get to have my own room. It still smells like feet and corn chips, but I can deal with it. I try to continue studying, but my mind keeps going back to earlier today. I can't stop thinking about Ethan.
The way he made me feel. How he called me princess. That name keeps repeating in my mind so many times, I've lost all count.
I let the melodies of The Weeknd's Trilogy album(one of my favorite albums by him tbh) flow through my ears, but there's a knock at my dorm room door. I pause the music, and get out of my bed. I walk towards the door, and unlock it. The door swings open, and I see none other than Ethan.
"Hi, Tommy." He says.
"What do you want?" I ask, vaguely.
"Why are you so hostile?" He asks.
"I just want to know what you want." I say.
"Can I come in?" He asks.
"I feel like if I let you in, then this little conversation will turn into a pornhub video. So, no." I say.
"Come on, Tommy. I just need to talk to you." He says.
"What do you need to talk to me about inside that you can't talk to me about outside of my dorm?" I ask.
"Please, princess." He says.
That name. It compels me to do things. Things that I don't want to do.
"Fine." I say.
I step aside, and let him come in.
"Why does your dorm smell like baby powder and corn chips?" He asks.
"Did you forget this used to be a boys dorm?" He asks.
"Oh yeah, but why is it so dark?" He asks.
"It's not even that dark. I have lights." I say, pointing to the light aligned across the frame of my room.
"Why are they dim?" He asks.
"Because I like them dim, now stop asking questions." I say.
We sit on my bed, and he starts to talk.
"What do you want?" I ask.
"Have you considered about the thing I asked you about?" He asks.
"About letting you fuck me?" I ask.
"Well, when you say it like that it sounds so harsh." He says.
"It's the ugly truth." I say.
"But have you thought about it?" He asks.
"I'm down for it." I say.
"Really?" He asks.
"I guess. I mean, we both benefit from it, so why not?" I ask.
"I don't see why not. Well, bye." He says.
"Hold on." I say.
"What?" He asks.
"You're not gonna make a deal with me, and leave before acting on it." I say.
