amora penelope salcedo
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"ian!" i chase him around james apartment as he has my phone. he stops in the kitchen holding my phone in the air.
"really ian we aren't six, give it back." i lean into him reaching for my phone on my tip toes.
james left for a quick meeting, leaving ian and i here while his mom was out shopping. "ian i swear to god if you don't-"
"if i don't what?" he smirks, his frame towering over me.
i pout, sticking my lower lip out. "please?" i try to sound as sad and innocent as possible.
ian's arm still remains in the air with my phone. "nope," he laughs, pinching my cheek.
i groan and roll my eyes. this boy wouldn't give up. "what do you want from me?" i ask, my body still against his.
he hums, "your phone number." his arm finally drops down with my phone in it.
"you could've just asked silly." i take it from his hands, then requesting for his phone with an open hand.
we exchange numbers, then calmly walk back to the living room where we sat on the couch. i lean back on the sofa, james requested i stay here so ian didn't make stupid choices.
my phone buzzes making me pick it up.
on my lock screen shows a text message from ian;
hey ;)
i look up at him, his goofy smile displayed on his face. "really, i'm right here." i laugh, watching his expression change.
"mhm," he hums, the door clicking then opening to james.
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i sigh setting my phone on the counter of the kitchen. "hey hun, how was james?" my aunt asks, walking into the kitchen from my noise.
"it was good, i met ian." i say, sitting down on one of the barstools.
"ian huh?" she wiggles her eye brows, leaning on the counter.
"he's attractive i'm not going to lie." i smile, as if i'm que i get a text from ian again;
let's hang out before i leave LA
"is it from lover boy?" she asks, staring at my phone.
i roll my eyes, picking up my phone and walking to my room for some privacy.
i lay down on my bed, not realizing how tired i was, and begin dozing off.
i walk into james apartment i welcomed.
"hey ian," i see him on the couch on his phone clearly not paying attention.
"hey amora." he finally looks up at me, patting the space on the couch next to him.
i gladly sit down, his arm swings around my shoulder pulling me closer to him.
i look at him, taking in his gaze. his eyes travel from mine to my lips, giving me a signal.
i take my chance and go to lean in, my head tilting the opposite of his.
our lips so close to contact.
"amora! wake up!" i hear, my head turning seeing no one else in the apartment.
"amora wake up!"
"amora, seriously it's been two hours get up." my aunt leans on my bed slightly shaking me.
"what?" i look around. my eyes blurry, my voice groggy.
"you fell asleep. if you sleep any longer you won't sleep tonight." she begins to walk out of my room.
i slightly smile at her, realizing that the kiss was a dream.
why was i dreaming of a kiss from ian?
