candles and cotton | b.h

five.

"HEY MOZZARELLA! DINNER'S READY!"

the smell of garlic and onion filled the apartment, i yelled at joe for the second time.

"I'M COMING, SHRIMPY! HOLD ON A SECOND!"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? FLOGGING YOUR LOG?"

"Y/N!"

i finished serving the spaghetti bolognese, the smell making my mouth water.

he walked out from the hall, his brown eyes tired, he carried some papers in his hand.

"aw what's wrong with the baby? tired, huh?"

he glared at me, "leave me alone, y/n. i'm tired okay? i've been studying for this stupid animation history exam."

"you haven't had animation since last thurday, i would know, you stole my bag that day."

it was now monday night.

"i have my exam tomorrow, y/n, and this looks great by the way."

"thanks."

we sat down and began eating the delicious food, that is until-

"hey y/n, ben's—"

knock knock

"HEY JOE! Y/N! OPEN UP!"

i groaned loudly, i whimpered, "i want to die, fuckface is back again, woooo."

"atleast my nickname is better than his."

"true."

the door opened and a mess of blonde hair peeked through, "hi, i can smell garlic, did y/n cook?"

i waved him over, he smiled and took a seat, eyeing the meals infront of us.

"and why did you think it was me? 'cause i'm a girl, huh?"

ben widened his eyes, "n-no! 'cause joe can't cook to save his life!"

"it's true,"joe said with a shrug before he took another bite of spaghetti.

"well, yes, i did cook. you want some? i have leftovers?"

"oh y/n, marry me."

i chuckled, "taken, sorry."

i stood up and walked to the pots, scooping some of each into a bowl, "oh yeah, who?"

"fucking james dean, sexy beast."

"isn't he.. dead?"

i glared at ben and stuck a fork in the middle of his food, then placed it down in front of him.

"choke bitch."

"i love it when you talk dirty," he moaned, his mouth full of pasta.

i took another bite of my food, rolling my eyes.
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my room had these small pretty fairy lights that could change colour, they were strewn on all four of the blue walls.

they would be left on all night, plugged into the socket in my wall, emitting a soft glow in my room.

it was three thirteen am.

i walked toward a small cabinet in the corner of my room, opening the small white door.

an array of candles greeted me, in all different colours, scents and sizes.

i took a medium sized cream candle, 'camomile and green tea'.

it had a sort of tangy, sour even exotic scent, but it was very calming and helped me get into my 'study mood'.

i took out a lighter, which i stole from ben once i found out he smokes, and lit the flame to the candle.

the smell was so devine.