The Boy Who Couldn't Sit Still

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Flynn's POV
> YALL AINT READY FOR THIS SHEET also sorry I haven't updated in soooo long <

She looked gorgeous wrapped in my arms. I've never felt something so strong for someone like I do with her. I wish I told her I loved her in a different way. I always planned to do it on a date when we were walking home or something but not when I was taking medication.

Lily stirs awake. She smiles up at me. She's a total mess, hair all knotted and her tank top is exposing her bra, but she's still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. As she catches me staring at her she lets out the most beautiful chuckle.

"What are you thinking?" She asks me reaching her hand over to touch my jaw.

"I'm thinking about how lucky I am to be dating the most beautiful girl in the world," I tell her watching her smile widen. "What are you thinking about?"

"Really because I'm thinking about who's going to let my dog out this morning," she tells me with complete sincerity.

"Oh god. I forgot about Flower," I admit, "do you think your mom will let her out?"

"Gosh, I hope so," she says making me laugh. I can't believe she just said gosh. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I smirk.

"I should probably go home," she pouts, "Mom might be mad. We didn't exactly tell her I'd be staying here tonight, not that it was planned," she winks at me.

"Oh god," I blush remembering the events of last night, "your mother is going to hate me. My mother is going to hate me."

"Don't worry about it," she chuckles, "I'll be classy and sneak out."

"Thanks, Flower," I smile leaning down and giving her a small kiss on the lips.

"If you were any other person I'd slap you for calling me Flower," she reminds me.

"But I'm not any other person," I remind her, "I'm the idiot who kept bugging you until you liked me."

"If you weren't so irresistible I'd hate you," she agrees giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before crawling out of my grasp and out of bed.

"Awe do you have to leave so soon?" I pout sitting up and watching her get dressed.

"Yes," she chuckles, "we're graduating in three hours. I have to get ready and walk my dog."

"Oh right," I say rolling my eyes, "responsibilities."

"Want me to help you downstairs?" She asks pulling a familiar oversized sweatshirt over her tank top.

"Is that my sweatshirt?" I smirk.

"That's not an answer," she scolds, "but yes."

"Yes," I chuckle.

"What's the magic word?" She jokes.

"Abracadabra?" I joke back laughing at my own stupid joke.

She just stares at me for a solid two seconds. I guess my joke wasn't as funny as I thought. Maybe it's just too early for my amazing jokes to process. That has to be it.

"Fine struggle," she says moving to walk out the door.

"Wait no! Please," I call and she turns around smiling.

"Come on," she chuckles helping me with my crutches.

It takes us about five minutes to get me down one flight of stairs. About three minutes in I gave up and just kind of crawled down the stairs the best I can. My knee hasn't really felt that bad unless I move it weird.