Sweets... {Sweet Pea x reader}

our usual night <3

~(y/n) p.o.v.
hi, it's (y/n). currently im with my bestfriend, Sweet Pea. he's also my crush, but lets not dwell on that. we're at Pops, and damn is he gorgeous.
"princess? you there?" Sweet Pea asks. i blush at the common nick-name. he's been calling me 'princess' since he saved me from scraping my knee in my princess dress when i was 6. "yeah, sorry Sweets. just thinking." he looked at you, worried. "..about what?" Pea has been a bit iffy since you told him about your self harm and depression 3 weeks ago. "nothing to worry about babe. just finals. the usual." he looked relieved.

~Sweet Pea p.o.v.
she looked stunning. absolutely gorgeous. i couldn't help but notice her off in space. "princess? you there?" i ask with a smirk. she thinks i call her princess because of what happened in her princess gown when we were six. but really, i just enjoy calling her that. "yeah, sorry Sweets. just thinking." Sweets. i love when she calls me that. i never let anyone but her call me that. not even my past girlfriends. but other than that, i shifted. i hate when she zones out. sometimes i just wanna know exactly what she's thinking. just three weeks ago she showed me the scars that buried in her wrists. "..about what?" i asked, hoping (y/n) was okay. "nothing to worry about babe. just finals. the usual." i was a bit relieved, hoping that was the truth.

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~(y/n) p.o.v.
Sweets and i finished our dinner, then walked out hand in hand. man, i just want to grow the balls and tell him. tell him that i want to hold his hand all the time, but him know what it does to me.
"come on, princess. we're staying at mines tonight." i was happy hearing the statement/invite. him and i have been staying at each others ever since my parents left me. and of course, now we both live alone. "okay. let's burn some rubber!!" i yelled with excitement as we hopped on his motorcycle.
Sweet Pea p.o.v~
"let's burn some rubber!!" she yelled as she hopped on my ride. i cringed and stifled a laugh. jeez the shit i put up with for her. i love her though. "shut up and put it on." she arched around and grabbed the helmet that was sitting in the basket of my motorcycle. she clipped the straps, and turned back around. i revved the engine, and she snaked her arms around my waist. fuck, i love when she does that. then she rested her head on my back. she makes me feel so loved...