(Vixy's POV)
After the beach date, Aaron and I have been extremely busy with packing for the apartment, filling out forms for other shit, acceptance letters from the colleges, and the dreaded exams. Also, Aaron, for the time being, got a job as a bartender, since he's at the legal age to drink, he can work at bars. It's not his first job though: he worked at Tim's diner when he was 14.
And, I'm gonna be honest here...Aaron literally passed out Sunday night. I kid you not, he was fast asleep, still in his clothing from the day before, with his laptop open and papers were strewn about and all over the bed.
How did I know this? Well, I was home from my final shift from the smoothie store just near the high school. Ya know, I actually smelled like grape and blueberry flavored smoothies because apparently, when an employee leaves, they spray you in the flavor of your favorite flavors, which for me was blueberry and grape...I still do to this day.
I removed all of the papers in an organized fashion and closed his laptop, placing it on the desktop in my room and charging it. As I came back to the bed, I noticed Aaron had started softly snoring, it being muffled through the sheets and covers. I smiled at him and slowly pulled the covers over him, making sure he was comfortable. I kissed his head and started to try and go into the bathroom and take a shower, but a sudden pair of strong arms wrapped around my stomach and pulled me down next to Aaron, his muscular torso pressing up against me.
I sighed and gave up the thought of trying to squirm out of his grasp. I was honestly too tired to leave. I snuggled into the bed and my boyfriend and slowly gave into sleep.
I woke up the next morning, not to my alarm, but to my boyfriend's face, practically cuddled deeply into my neck. I was a little confused to be honest, thinking that he had had a nightmare. "You okay baby?" I asked.
Aaron inhaled and softly sighed. "Yeah, you just smell really nice," he whispered. I huffed softly and explained to him why I smelled the way I did while he kept intaking my scent. "Mnh, I also smell vanilla," he whispered.
I sighed. "That's my car freshener, goofball," I gently reminded him. He shrugged and curled his tail tightly around my legs. "I like it. All those scents mixed in with yours is honestly pretty sexy to me."
I lightly blushed and shook my head. "Come on, we've gotta get up."
Aaron lightly whined and held me tighter, cuddling my neck again. "What if I don't want to? What if I just want to cuddle with you all day?" he asked, his lips lightly brushing my neck.
I sighed and nuzzled his muzzle. "We only have one more week of school for us and on Monday we can cuddle." I tried compromising.
He groaned and opened his light green eyes lightly. "Mnhn...promise?" he asked. I nodded. "O promise, baby." I murmured.
He sighed and nodded. However, before he let me go, he inhaled my scent one more time and sighed happily before letting me go. God, I'm so in love with this goofball of a boyfriend.
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Okay, so today was math exams and I didn't have the same math hour as Aaron, nor did Jasper. So both of us wished him luck....especially since I had already taken it before him. I was in history at the moment, studying for the biology exam tomorrow. Our teachers give us the freedom to study for our upcoming exams, then I'm exempt from English and history...I got lucky this year.
Anyways, so I was looking for my formula sheet...er, packet....actually binder...and I couldn't find it. 'SHIT! I left it in my locker!'
I stood up from my desk and walked over to Mrs. Zebran. She looked up from grading some worksheets and paused. "What is it, Vixy?" she asked in a hushed voice since the students in this hour who have exams here were doing a practice one.
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Vixy Wilde {A Zootopia Fanfiction}[COMPLETED]✔️
FanfictionVixy Wilde is the most happiest vixen in the world, with her family, her friends, her home, her work, she doesn't seem to have a problem in her past, present, or future. But what if I were to tell you, that her life wasn't always like this, and she...