van's pov
i wake up to larry complaining downstairs. only wearing boxers, i put on a shirt and shuffle downstairs, rubbing my eyes. i play with my lip and walk into the kitchen.
larry is slamming the cabinets and the fridge door,
"what's the issue?" i ask him.
he groans,
"there's no good food in this fucking house," he yells, slamming all the cabinets.
i laugh at him,
"come on, i'll get y/n and we can go to m&s," i shake my head and walk upstairs.
larry has no idea how to function without his mother around the house. i giggle to myself.
i knock on y/n's door and open it to see her at her dresser, yawning.
she looks over at me and gives me a small smile,
"good morning, sleepy head," i say to her,
"morning," she groggily replies, pulling on a pair of socks,
"we're going to m&s for groceries. wanna come along?"
she looks down below my waist, eyeing my boxers.
she blushes wildly and quickly looks away,
"s-sure, i guess," she manages to say.
i chuckle,
"my eyes are up here, gorgeous,"
she shakes her head and smiles in embarrassment,
"i'll be down in 5. go away. and put on pants!" she yells as i walk down the hall.
larry and i are on our phones as y/n walks in,
"let's go,"
i eyeball her all over. she shifts her weight uncomfortably between her feet as she watches my eyes rake up and down her body. she looks down. we both stand up and slide our phones into our pockets.
i eye y/n in the review mirror, staring at her soft, tinted lips. i get flashbacks from the night before as i lean my head back onto the headrest. soon, our eyes meet in the mirror. i smirk and suck on my lip again, just how she did to me last night. i love teasing her. she blushes and looks out the window.
i feel my phone buzz a few seconds later.
text with y/n
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y/u - you're making me blush, idiot
vannielmccanniel - watch your tone
y/u - whatever
vannielmccanniel - excuse me?
y/u - not my daddy
vannielmccanniel - i could be
y/u - 😴 😴
y/u has left the chat
