Dreams: A Collection Of Romance One-Shots

Disapprove

I pulled on my fishnet leggings, a black skirt with several pink puffy layers underneath, and a black bustier on top a neon pink shirt that hung off my shoulders and looked in the mirror. Perfect, I thought to myself as I gleamed a bright smile at my reflection before running down the steps, jumping off the last step and landing hard on the wooden floors. "Oh Layla, what are you wearing?" My mother asked, her eyes wide. "Just what I normally wear," I said with a smile all too big. "You never wear stuff like that," she said and I raised an eyebrow. "It's been a year, hasn't it? A year since you and dad split and you disappeared with your God awful boyfriend," I snapped and watched as hurt filled her oak brown eyes. "Obviously it wasn't the right choice to leave you with him," she said ager a few moments, her gaze scanning me from head to toe.

"Maybe you made the right choice leaving me with him. Last I heard, you were smoking weed with Jeremy." I had made it up, I knew my mother would never touch drugs or weed but, nonetheless my mother was still hurt from my remark. "You know I would never smoke weed, Layla. And Jeremy wouldn't either," she said, her voice stern. "Uh huh," I said nodding slowly and walked past her and to the front door. "Where are you going?" She asked as I opened the door. I glanced back at her, stealing a glance at the dinner table where Jeremy, the man she had had an affair with while she and dad were still together, and my grandparents sat and grinned, "I'm going to my boyfriend's house. I'll be home tomorrow."

"I like what you're wearing," Seth, my boyfriend, smirked as he let into his small apartment. Seth was a couple years older than me and had moved out of his parents house at the first chance he has gotten. His blonde hair almost white in the sunlight that seeped through his windows, and his brilliant blue eyes wild and intense. I licked my lips and watched him close the door. "My mother disapproves of it," I replied with a small smile. As I walked past him, he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, surrounding me with the scent of his cologne and cigarette smoke. I let myself loosen in his embrace, leaned back against him, and sighed softly when he planted kisses along my neck. "I'm afraid she'll disapprove of something else too," He laughed quietly against my neck, his breath warm against my skin. "She will?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow, turning around so that our noses barely touched. He kissed me, his lips pressed hard against mine, red bursting in my cheeks, my tongue lingering on the blood red labret that rested underneath his bottom lip. "Yes," He said as he pulled away. The corners of my lips raised into a small smile as I took a couple steps away from him and into the living room where music was playing from the large speakers Seth used when he was playing with the small band he had formed. I jumped onto the couch, watched Seth step around the couch so he was in front of me, and I set my hands on his broad shoulders to steady myself.

My cheeks hurt from smiling so much as I twirled to the music and squealed shrilly when he caught me by my waist and lifted me off the couch, and held me against him. Giggles escaped my lips as he spun me and pulled me back into him. Our fingers entwined as he twirled me until he had his hand on my waist and his other in my own and we froze, staring at each other, waiting for something- perhaps to spin or kiss, I couldn't tell. Instead of either of those, Seth backed me up into a wall, kissing me as I wrapped my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. Yes, my mother would disapprove.