The Boy Next Door 2 | LaMelo Ball

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After running from LaMelo for a few minutes my mom and her boyfriend leave for the party.

"And now there we two," LaMelo bites his lip stepping closer to me.

I take in a deep breathe when he steps closer to me.

His arms find their way around my waist and mine find their way to his neck.

I stand on my tip toes and I peck LaMelo's lips.

He removes a hand from my waist placing it behind my head and he pulls me in for a deeper kiss.

"I've missed you so much," LaMelo says in between kisses.

"Me too," I kiss him back.

We continue to kiss and LaMelo pats my butt signaling me to jump.

I jump up and I straddle his waist.

LaMelo holds me up with a hand resting on my lower back.

My hands play with his hair as I kiss him hungrily.

LaMelo starts to walk to my room almost tripping along the way.

He sits on my bed and I keep kissing him.

I kiss down his jaw all the way down his body.

I stop at his shorts and he looks at me.

"I could do it now that we aren't video chatting," I wink at LaMelo and he blushes.

"I'm not stopping you!"

I slowly pull down his shorts and I get to work.

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After a long overdue love making session, LaMelo and I cuddle on my bed together.

We are watching Stranger Things season two.

LaMelo looks over at me and he frowns.

"What's wrong?" I asked frowning too.

LaMelo stares at me for a second before looking away.

"I wish I could go to Prom with you, I feel like I've let you down."

"You're fine, it's not your fault!" I look at LaMelo and I peck his cheek.

"So, are you going with your friends still?"

"Mhm, who else would I go with?" I asked giggling a bit.

LaMelo shrugs. "What about what's it's face-- Caleb?"

"What about Caleb?" I look at LaMelo.

"You don't wanna go with him?"

I look at LaMelo in shock.

"What? He followed me on Instagram and we talked, I trust him."

"No," I shake my head.

"Come on, I don't want your night to be ruined because I'm not there," LaMelo frowns.

"But, I don't wanna go with anyone but you." I look at LaMelo.

He bites his lip before mumbling an apology.

"Like I said, it's not your fault!"

"Then, go with Caleb, pretend he's me. Dance with him, talk, eat- just don't end up kissing him or smashing his after prom like people do!" LaMelo smiles.

I don't know...

"I'll think about it, do you wanna see my dress?" I asked.

"No!" LaMelo exclaims. "I don't wanna see it till I see you in your pictures all glammed up!"

I giggle. "Okay, well it's blue like you wanted!"

"Good,"

"Awesome," I reply.

"Perfect,"

"Wonderfu-"

"-Okay, I'm not doing this again!" LaMelo states causing the both of us to laugh.