jacob's povSaturday Morning
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Cinderella and I stayed up so late, we fell asleep on the floor and holy shit it was actually so fucking fun. I wake up on the floor. I take my phone out my pocket to check the time.
10:39am.
I unlock my phone and see that I have 17 missed calls. I tap on the app and see it was all from Jessica. A look of shock flashes onto my face.
Oh my fucking god. I forgot all about Jessica. She never came home last night. I never even realized.
I see that Cinderella is asleep across the room. I quickly text Jessica.
I turn on my ringer and put my phone down on the floor and sit up properly. I let out a breath and rub my eyes. I crawl over to the other side of the room to Cindy. I whisper to her, "Good morning, princess." I look at all the perfections- wait, everything about her is perfect pffftt.
She opens her eyes slowly. I'm leaning towards her. I give her a kiss on her cheekbone. She embraces me into a hug and pushes me over so that I'm laying on the floor with her on top of me. I hug her back. "How did you feel last night, be for real." I ask her. "It was amazing. It was so much fun. I love you so much." She tells me in her morning voice. "Can we go to the field again later? I have to ask you something about the other day.." Cindy tells me. "Yeah, of course." I kiss her and she kisses back.
I love kissing her. It's like an actual magic effect that I feel.
I pull away. "You're dream come true. When you said yes, that was a dream come true." I look her in the eyes and blush. "Aw, you're too sweet." Cindy chuckles and smiles.
That smile. That damn smile.
"Let's get up and get ready, I need to get things off my chest." Cindy tells me. We get up and I head to the washroom.
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cindy's pov
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He goes to the washroom to get ready. I crawl over to the other side of the room to take Jacob's phone. I press the home button.
His locksreen;
YOU ARE READING
MAYBE.
Vampire"We're in this together." I grab his hands and look him in the eyes. "We will keep fighting until we are done." I add. Tears build up in my eyes. "BUT MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO LIVE LIKE THIS ANYMORE." He spits out, on the urge of crying.