heartbreak girl | s.m.

30 | caught

chapter playlist ⏯
• secret love song - little mix
• let go - dean lewis
• it's not living (if it's not with you) - the 1975

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"What time is it?" Gemma asked, yawning. I pressed the home button on my phone, and the screen lit up, displaying a time that was definitely far too late to be up at.

"Two thirty," I said, yawning as well. She groaned against my chest.

"Let's go to bed," she replied lazily, lifting herself off of me and sitting up, stretching her arms over her head.

"Let's?"

She nodded, taking my hand and interlacing our fingers. "Just stay the night."

I pretended to give it some thought. "And why should I?"

She had to think of some reasons. "Because...I want you too. It's too late to drive all the way home. And it'll be fun."

I didn't want to drive home, that's true, and I wouldn't mind staying here with her. I kind of like her.

"I guess I'll stay, then," I told her, and she smiled, the exhaustion showing on her face.

"Yay," she said, her voice quiet. I laughed a little.

I stood up and held my hands out to her. "Let's go then. We'll be lucky if you make it to your bed, at this rate."

She took my hands and chuckled, while I pulled her up off the couch.

"What would I do without you?" she mumbled, and I smiled to myself as we walked to her room, leaving the question hanging in air.

The thing about Gemma is that she's weird. While I just stand in the same spot and brush my teeth, you know, like a normal person, Gemma does four laps around her whole apartment. She can't go to bed without socks on, but she never wakes up with her socks still on. She's diligent with her retainer, which is less weird and more admirable. It gave her a bit of a lisp, which was funny to me. Between that and her thick-rimmed glasses, she was so cute.

I sat on the edge of her bed, patiently waiting as she took off her makeup that had basically already come off through the course of the night. When she was done, she put her glasses back on and looked over at me. Then smiled.

"I'm going to fall asleep if you don't hurry up," I said, and she quickly turned off the lights, then turned on the lamp on the nightstand before laying down next to me.

"Hey," she said, turning so we were facing each other.

I smiled. "Hi."

She took my hand and held it close to her heart, still smiling at me.

"Why are you so smiley?" I asked her with a bit of a laugh in my voice, and she shrugged.

"You," she simply answered, looking at our intertwined hands. "I'm really, really happy that you're here."

"I'm not going anywhere, Gem," I told her, using my other hand to brush her hair back. For some reason, I had to reassure her of this sort of frequently. Shockingly enough, her past experiences with boyfriends have made her significantly less trusting.

"Please don't," she breathed, sounding like she had to tell me that or I wouldn't remember.

"I won't," I chuckled, and she kissed the back of my hand before letting go.

"I really like you," she told me, wedging her hand between her head and the pillow.

I grinned. "I really like you too."