Your POV
"Truth or dare?" Lauren asked me.
We were sitting in her room, as we had been for the past two hours.
"Truth," I answered.
"How many girls have you dated?" She asked. I raised my eyebrows at her as I stayed in my same position.
"Only one," I answered.
"We're not gonna play if you're gonna lie," Lauren said, making me sit up to look at her.
"That wasn't a lie."
"I don't believe you've only dated one girl," she said, crossing her arms.
"I have! I've never even really talked to any other girls besides her," I admitted.
"What was her name?" Lauren asked me from where she was sitting.
"Danielle," I answered, her name foreign to me now. "We dated from like the beginning of my sophomore year to the middle of my junior year."
Lauren squinted her eyes at me to see if I was lying.
"I don't understand," she admitted. "You're literally the sweetest guy ever. How have you only dated one girl?"
My heart fluttered a little at her comment before I realized she probably meant it in a friendly way.
"I'm not that great," I said with a humorless laugh as I laid back down.
"You're the whole package."
I shook my head at her comment, hearing her stand up before she sat down next to me.
"Look at me," she said, turning my head towards herself. "Anyone would be lucky to have you. Stop putting yourself down."
I got lost in those bright green eyes for a second before I nodded, making her smile.
"Your turn," Lauren said, reminding me of the game we were still playing.
"Truth or dare?" I asked.
"Truth."
"Have you ever smoked weed?" I asked, wanting to know if the rumors I had heard from fans were true.
"Yes," she giggled. "Have you?"
"All my friends did back home. I never did," I admitted.
"Really?" She asked, to which I nodded my head.
"I kind of always wanted to try it, but I never went through with it."
"Do you want to try it now?" She asked, making me raise my eyebrows at her.
She just smiled and walked to her sock drawer, opening it and pulling out a small baggie with a blunt in it.
"Where did you get that?" I asked as she walked back over to me and grabbed my hand.
"A place," she vaguely answered as she lead me to the balcony on our floor.
"You know how to light it?" She asked, handing me the blunt and a lighter.
"Yea, I've seen it a million times," I answered, taking it from her. I brought the blunt to my lips and slowly lit it, taking a deep breath.
I blew the smoke out of my lungs, coughing a bit. She giggled as I passed her the blunt.
"You won't cough as much after a few hits," Lauren to me, handing me a bottle of water out of the small mini fridge she had up here.
We passed the blunt back and forth a few times and she was right, after my third hit I wasn't coughing anymore.
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Lauren's POV
"You feeling it yet?" I asked with a giggle as he took one last hit and put the blunt out in the ash tray.
"I can't tell," he answered as he leaned back in his seat and ran his fingers over the railing.
"You are totally feeling it," I said, laughing a little.
"My fingers feel numb," he giggled, linking his hands together. "Do you do this a lot?"
"Not really," I told him, grabbing his hand to pull him up and lead him back to his room.
He climbed into bed and motioned for me to lay down next to him. I smiled slightly and laid down.
"Y/n!" I squealed with a laugh as he pulled me closer and laid his head on my chest.
"You are so so pretty," he said with a smile. I could tell he couldn't control what was coming out of his mouth.
"Thank you," I blushed, combing my fingers through his hair.
"You're like the prettiest girl ever. Like even prettier than anyone I ever met."
"Y/n, shut up," I laughed out, placing a finger over his lips.
He smiled wider and kissed my finger.
"If I asked you on a date would you say no?" He asked with closed eyes, not watching as my eyes widened.
"Why? Do you wanna ask me on a date?" I asked him, confused about what was going on.
"Yea," he admitted, still not having a filter on the words coming out of his mouth.
"I don't know. I might say yes," I told him.
"Really?" He asked excitedly, sitting up and looking at me.
"Yes, Y/n," I laughed, pulling him back down.
"That's so cool. You're so pretty," he complimented again, his face dangerously close to mine.
"Y/n..." I warned, not knowing how much longer I could keep myself from closing the gap.
"I've wanted to kiss you ever since I saw you," he told me.
I didn't say anything, just watched as his eyes flickered down to my lips. Mine did the same, and I had very little self control at this point.
"Why didn't you?" I asked him.
"I didn't know if you wanted me to," he admitted. "You're complicated."
"How about we make this simple then?" I asked, watching him nod before I connected our lips. The high we were both on increased the intensity of the make out session we were now in.
"Wow," he said when we pulled back. "You're amazing."
I blushed at his endless compliments.
"Remember when you punched me in the face?" He asked, making me laugh at his small attention span.
"Go to sleep, Y/n," I laughed out.
"Will you stay with me?" He asked, his eyes filling with worry that I would say no.
"Of course," I answered, wrapping my arms around him and wondering what would happen tomorrow.
