D A N A
You lounge on the couch, carefully doing your math homework, brow furrowed as you scribble nonsensical things on the paper. He walks in just as you're chewing on the eraser of your pencil, and you look up and smile at him. There's a huge grin on his face, and he crosses the room in three strides, laying a kiss on your cheek. "You look cute in my varsity jacket." Your math homework hits the floor, forgotten, soon followed by his jacket.
W I L L
You woke up; rubbing your eyes, realizing you fell asleep during your movie marathon with Will. You get up and walk to the kitchen, beginning to cook breakfast when he stumbles in, barely coherent, eyes half lidded. They snap open when he sees you in your tie-dye pajama shirt, your bottom half clad in a pair of his boxers. You see his ears and neck flush red. "You look beautiful."
G A B E
It was a freezing morning, and you were meeting Gabe out for coffee. Throwing on your coat and his black scarf over it, you rush out the door to the coffee shop you usually meet him out. He's standing outside, puffing out breaths of cold air. He grins when he sees you, "Nice scarf," He jokes cheekily, throwing an arm over your shoulder, "Where'd you get it?"
C O L E
You grimace as you look in the mirror, halfheartedly trying to make it look less like a rat's nest, but just won't cooperate. Sighing, you pull one of Cole's many beanies over the mess of hair. You rush out of the bathroom after touching up your eyeliner, finding your boyfriend laid back on the couch. He smirks as he looks at you, wiggling his eyebrows. "I like the hat... It must've come from a really sweet boyfriend."
D A V I D
David laughs hysterically when you show up to your date with his snapback on. You pout, reaching out for his hand. "You're mean." He gasps for air, getting up and snaking his arms around your waist. He lays a gentle kiss on your nose, then your forehead and cheeks, finally pressing his lips to yours. Nuzzling your neck he says, "I like it... maybe you should wear more of my clothes."
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