as usual, van was spending the night at larry's. but this week was different. larry's parents were home, so it was just them in the house. larry and van sit in his room listening to music, playing fifa, watch youtube and do absolutely nothing,
"van, do you know kathleen?" larry asks,
"the junior?"
"yeah,"
larry hoots lowly,
"she's hot. i would definitely hit,"
van lets his head lean back and rest on the wall,
"she's alright," he yawn.
he hears your door open and shut, and then your footsteps downstairs.
van tells larry that he was going to the bathroom and shuts his door behind him, following you downstairs,
"hey," he says to you.
you wave at him, your face looking down onto her phone,
"y/n," he persists, trying to get your attention.
you look up at him, raising your right brow. you give him a sassy 'what?'.
he playfully raises his eyebrows in shock and scoffs.
you open the fridge to grab a snack. you shut it and turn away from him,
"tone, missy," he jokes.
you roll your eyes, clearly unamused.
you begin walking away as van begins to get annoyed with your stubbornness, he grabs your wrist forcefully, causing you to drop your snack and her phone,
"oh my god, what," you say, wriggling to get free.
he pulls you closer, inches away from his body. he uses his free hand to tilt your chin up to look him in the eyes,
"you trust me, yes?" he taunts you.
you nod, raising an eyebrow,
"then respect me,"
he lets go of your wrist and you pull it away from him.
you keep quiet and pick up your stuff and go back upstairs to your room.
your pov
that was so weird. he's never looked at me like that before. he's never snapped at me like that. i'm guessing it was just a little joke of his. but God, i kind of liked it when he grabbed me like that. except i would've shattered my phone. whatever.
time passes by as i eat my snack and finish the final season of stranger things.
text with emily
•••
ellsbells61 - the fuckkk i can't wait for season 4
you - same, i'm so annoyed with the ending tho
ellbells61 - same
ellsbells61 - have you seen van's recent
you - yh
ellsbells61 - ugh hes such a snac i wanna bite
you - and i oop
ellsbells61 - idk u prolly see him as a brother tho right
you - idk he fine 🥴 but he can be weird as shit
ellsbells61 - tru tho
you - gtg, they making food so yanno. ttyl
ellsbells61 - go get ur mans
you - stop💀
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you shut your phone off as you hear larry and calling you to come eat. him, van and you sit around the table eating pizza larry made. you guys talk about nonsense throughout eating.
every time i look up, van is fucking looking at me, sucking on his damn lip. it sends a shiver down my spine and my posture goes straight up.
eventually, the pizza disappears and you all play a short game of 'nose goes' to decide who was doing the dishes. it ends up being you and van.
he winks at you playfully and you both get up to collect the plates whilst larry heads upstairs,
"so, how's emily," van asks.
you nod,
"shes good, how are you?"
he smiles weakly,
"fine. my dad is such a dick. makes my life a living hell. whatever. how about you, love?"
his little nicknames paint your cheeks a flushed pink. you nod and tell him that you're well. you two start on the dishes in the sink, you wash and he dries and puts them away.
whilst you were washing, and there's not a dish to dry, he puts down the dish towel and puts his hand on your lower back, slowly rubbing it up and down.
you look up at him,
"you're so sweet. you really care about me, y/n. that's what i lobe about you,"
you blush wildly at this remark.
you scoff and a have a blank tone, jokingly.
his eyes narrow and removes his hand from your back.
he clears his throat and continues his job.
vans pov
i tried to be sweet but she liked to be stubborn. let's see what she thinks about this. i take the plate out of her hand and place it in the sink.
i push her against the wall slowly and look all over her face. she draws a breath and looks at me with raised eyebrows.
i trace my finger across her face,
"i've known you for all my life, y/n. and i've wanted to do this since the beginning," i whisper.
i press my lips against hers and soften my body into hers. she gives in and kisses me back gently, reaching to touch my face. she pulls back, wide eyed and silent. she blushes like mad.
i tell her that i would finish the dishes as she heads back up to her room.
sweet relief.
