My exams were coming closer and closer, the deadline to study them by haunting me. I went over to Pony's to study, just like I do everyday. It was always too loud in my house.
My boyfriend of two years was sitting across me, staring at me lying down in front of his bed. He was supposed to be studying too, by Darry's orders, but I think he's finished.
I tried to not notice his big, green-gray eyes beating into my skin. Feeling my cheeks get red, I tried to not acknowledge that I was embarrassed. Seeing he was smiling at me, I'm sure he was trying to distract me. I tried to not notice it, but eventually it was too much to ignore, "Stop it!"
"Stop what?" He asks me politely.
"Stop starin' at me. I can't concentrate when your looking at m-" He interrupts me, kissing me gently. His lips melt all of my stress and worry away.
After our kiss, he looks at me caringly. "All this stress won't do you any good Y/N."
Looking at me intently, he pecks my forehead and sits back down. He pats his lap, and I crawl into his embrace. I wrap my hands around his waist, while resting my head just below his chin, listening to his breathing.
"Enough studying for today honey," he tells me, sounding imperatively, "you'll ace your final."
"I don't know Pony," I say, unsure, playing with the collar of his shirt, "I can't fail these. My parents will kill me, I won't be able to see you anymore..."
He cuts off my rambling with pressing his lips against mine passionately, just like before. What an efficient way to shut me up, I thought while in the action. When we pull away and ask him, "Can you please stop interrupting me?"
"Your bad thought need to be interrupted," he tells me, sliding a piece of my loose hair behind my ear, "you are going to do well. Stop worrying about it. You'll do amazing, just like you always do."
