Ariana Imagines

#113: Pretty Princess

"What am I to you?"
"A princess." I mumble as I hold her hand with mine and kiss her fingers. She shrugs and pulls her hand back.
"I don't wanna be a princess." I smile and watch her side profile as she lays looking up at the ceiling with attitude.

"Okay," I start playing with her hair. "What do you wanna be?" she lays on her side, one elbow helping her up.
"I wanna be a badass. Like you." I shake my head, my fingers caught between pieces of hair.
"You shouldn't want to be like me."

"I don't know why you act like you're unhealthy for me."
I lay back into my chair and get the cigarette pack on the counter. "I am sweet thing, you listen to your parents don't you?"

This took her by suprise. I knew they didn't like me: their looks at me. I'm sure they talk behind my back, just as everyone.
I light the cigarette between my lips and exhale. I look at the smoke fill the air, just before I meet with the eyes of an absolute angel. A confused and worried angel.
"I'm sorry."
"About what?"
"My parents."

I shake my head again. "As long as I have you.." I pause trying to scratch off the dirt on my jeans. "Everything's good." I say looking up at her flushed face. She blushes, her eyes gleaming with happiness. I smile.

I make her blush more as I puff some smoke in her face just as I always did.
"I love you." she says catching me by suprise.

"Yeah?"
"Mhmm."
"Well, I love you too."

The next few moments were quiet till I felt her body on mine. She wraps her arms around me, thighs on either side of me.
"Watch out baby, I'll burn you." I say lifting my arm with the cigarette between my fingers. I chuckle at her cuteness as she cuddles into me.

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I turn the corner and lean on the doorframe. I see the little angel laying in her bed, teddy bear caught under her arm. I smile to myself.

I had gone out to the kitchen to bring back water for her and obviously she couldn't stay awake. I walk quietly back into the room and set the water at the counter. I should probably be getting home by now but my baby was completely distracting me.

I didn't want to be creepy but all I could do was take in every detail of hers. I look at the clock above the bed and see that it's nearly twelve, her parents should be home soon.

I lean down and kiss her cheek.
"Night honey, I'll see you tommorrow."

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I stopped my Harley at the front of Ariana's house. I take my helmet off waiting for her, she always needs to take the helmet.

I know she's heard the roar of the monster.

She must be running late, I turned off the bike as I can hear some background noise. Yelling..

" You better not get on that bike!"

" What have we told you about her huh?!"

"No more!"

I saw Ariana open the door, yelling before she slammed the door. She's walking towards me, anger written all over. But still pretty as a peach.

I look through the kitchen window and find her mom standing there.
"Hi." she mumbles and tries to smile. But it makes my heart hurt, I can see the sadness and anger lingering in her features.
I feel sudden anger take over my body. I know I can't do anything but show how much I love her everday.

She gets on top of the bike behind me, I pass her the helmet. She goes on with the famaliar routine, her arms close around my stomach.
I watch her mother eye me.
"Are we-"
"Kiss me."
"What?"
"Kiss me." I repeat urgently.
She looks over my face before finally kissing the side of my lips. I could feel her stare at me, but I continue looking at her mom. She's shaking her head.

We start to speed off.