𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥

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+ y/n's pov;

[warning: slightly explicit content.]

MY laugh bounces of my bedroom walls as Ethan continues tickling me.

"S-stop!" I gasp for air as he finally stops and let's my breathe.

"I hate you" I pout, crossing my arms like a child

"No you dont" he teases.

He tosses himself over so his head was on my lap. I run my fingers through his hair, and he hums in satisfaction.

"You know, you're so pretty" he winks

"Where?" I laugh hysterically, not knowing he was serious

"Everywhere" he smiles

I stop combing his hair and he whines for me to continue and I do for a while. Deep in my thoughts I didn't realise he fell asleep.

I laugh to myself and get off my bed pulling the duvet over his sleepy body and turn off the lights and entering the guest room.

[the next morning]

My alarm from my phone blares causing me to yawn and look at the time, reading 6:00 AM.

I groan to myself and get out of the warm bed, only to feel the cold, wooded floor.

I make my way to the shower and as the water runs on my body, the immediate warmth soothes my skin.

Gather the soap and my loofah I softly spread it over myself.

Eventually done with cleaning myself, I wrap myself in my towel and grab under garments.

Keeping my outfit simple I wear a black and white block t-shirt, blue jeans and checkered, flame styled Vans.

Once I was ready I made my way down to the kitchen, to see Ethan making cereal.

"Hey E" I smile

"Hey Y/n" he smiles back

"Sorry for falling asleep on you yesterday, you're head massage knocked me out ... literally" he laughs

"It's fine." I chuckle.

I pour cereal and milk into a bowl and eat up.

As we finish up on breakfast, we both decide on taking his car to school.

The journey was full of screaming out our favourite songs and overall having a fun ass time on a Monday morning.

He parks his car in a random spot on school grounds and both make our way over into the building.

Mine and Ethan's locker were next to each other, which was really convenient at times.

I collect the things needed to get through the day untol I hear his voice.

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