{COMPLETED} ✔ December Bloom

fifty'three

Dante;

"Come on, get up. Get up you sorry excuse for a boyfriend!" an overly cheerful voice cut into my sleepy thoughts abruptly causing me to lift my head with a manly snort. Struggling to open my eyes, I could feel myself slowly slipping back into unconsciousness until I felt a heavy lump land on my back, therefore destroying all chances of me finding peace again.
"Ugh, yeah, okay, okay, I'm up! I'm up!" I jolted awake properly, growling at the small giggle emanating from on top of me. In one swift move, I flipped over onto my back, grasping thin arms and pulling the person who had before been above me and was now under me. Quite expertly, if I do say so myself seeing as I was basically half-asleep.

"Why, hello there stranger." The female below me greeted and I rubbed my eyes, my vision coming into proper focus.

Lying below me, her silky, long brown hair was spread out all over the pillow I had been resting on not too long ago. Beautiful hazel eyes containing mixes of amber and occasional flecks of green stared up at me, laughter hidden behind those irises. I leant closer to her, my nose brushing her freckled one, freckles that were spread not only across her nose but spilled onto her cheeks though they were not as frequent there compared to the bridge of her nose. Lifting my eyes to connect with hers, I noted how beautiful each eyelash was as they framed those captivating eyes of hers. I swear to god, I could stare into her eyes all day long and never get bored what with all the swirling colors and various emotions dancing in them.

Oh dear lord, I sound like such a cheeseball.

Leaning down, I attempted to connect those luscious lips of hers with my own utterly kissable ones but I was met with a face full of pillow instead.

"Mmpht." I said before lifting my head and seeing that the little sneak had wriggled herself out from under me and was currently snickering at me.

"Sorry honey, only after you've brushed your teeth. I've had a taste of your morning breath before and let me tell you, it is not pleasant." She raised an eyebrow at me, her hand raised and her index finger pointed out towards the bathroom we shared.

"Aw, but babe, I thought you lived for my amazing kisses!" I exclaim dramatically, looking up at my girlfriend who just rolled her eyes good-naturedly. The slightly-shorter-than-me-but-slightly-taller-than-average girl standing before me was still currently dressed in my clothes which consisted of white boxers and an oversized black shirt that hung limply on her slim frame. Wow, I get to wake up to this every day? Makes me wonder why I never did this sooner.

"Keep dreaming, Stinky." She smirked before strolling out of the room.

"You know you love me!" I hollered after her, shaking my head but with a grin on my lips.

Shaking my wet hair out of my forest green eyes, I sauntered casually into the kitchen, my eyes set on Norah, my beautiful girlfriend. How I thank god so much for giving me a best friend with utterly crazy ideas.

"Hello there, gorgeous." I turned my full charm on, snaking a hand around her waist and tugging her closer to me, dropping my head into her soft brown locks and inhaling sharply. She smelled like vanilla, a musky scent covering up the majority of the sweetness. It was so typically…Norah.

"Oh, hi, Dante, um…" she paused to struggle out of my grip and it was then that I noticed a fake, plastered smile on her face. Looking at her confusedly for a second, I followed her hand as she started to gesture towards some new arrivals that I had missed upon my entrance. "I'd like you to meet my family. My brother Rick is the one with black hair, my dad is next to him and obviously my mom." She waved her hand limply towards each of them in turn. Oh. Shit.

"Oh! Oh, right. Um, hello, it's nice to finally meet you." I greeted them hastily; my mind flustered as I ran through my thoughts as to why they were here until I remembered what Norah had informed me just yesterday. I groaned inwardly, the dreaded family meeting. Well, I suppose if they're here, my own must be around somewhere. Spotting my mom at the stove currently making pancakes judging by the smell emanating from there and my dad calmly leaning against the kitchen wall close to the backdoor, I made a move to introduce them but was stopped by none other than Norah's mom. She's warned me about how her mom could be a little…old-fashioned and…well, a little odd sometimes.