MY ANGEL [l.zvahl]

chapter twelve

Vylad's POV

Y/N clings her jacket's sides closer together as she stands in front of me on my porch. My mom is awake and fully aware of Y/N being here, and Y/N's parents have even been contacted to let them know that she'll be spending the night here.

What worries me more is that her parents are more willing for her to sleep over at a guys house rather than even talk to someone who isn't pure. I don't understand their logic. But then again, I don't understand my mothers logic with the different angel types either.

I had met her halfway to the Zvahl household, which may I add is a complete mess and utter disaster waiting to happen, and she's told me exactly what had happened during the little bit of time from the end of school to now. Much much had happened, but I can only think of it being a lot to Y/N since she still isn't completely used to the different angel types mingling around each other.

My eyes land against the see through fabric of her shirt, and I can't help but let them widen from shock. I try my best to avoid my eyesight from the showing skin and turn my head to the side as I look up at the stars.

"Let's get you some different clothes or something," I tell her, a small embarrassed blush scattered across my cheeks as I lead her inside. My mother tries to start up a conversation with her, but I tell her that Y/N may need a few minutes just to herself before she conversates with anybody else. Mom understands this and nods her head only to turn back to what she was baking. She's an excellent baker, and I better at least get to try what she made this time. Garroth and Zane did whatever they could to have it all to themselves. It worked, and I wasn't too happy about it either.

I usher Y/N up the stairs quickly and open my door and turn on the light for her. She walks in, and I turn my head to look behind me at Garroth's door and pray that he doesn't walk out and get the wrong idea. His room is right across from mine while Zane's is right across from our parents room, but Zane barely ever leaves his room unless he's forced to.

Y/N sits on my bed and begins to look around a tad bit as I walk to my closet to at least find a sweatshirt. She's shorter than I am, so it kind of works in my favor in some instances. She's wearing jeans, so she should be fine until later. It isn't that late, and I'm still in my everyday clothes as well. And if needed, Y/N can always call up her parents to drop off some clothes for her to wear.

By the time I turn around with a sweatshirt in my hand, Y/N is combing through her hair with her fingers to pass by time. Her shoes are already off and by the door, and she notices me facing her and smiles. She holds out her arms with grabbing hands for the sweatshirt, and it's quickly in her hands. I turn around just in case and even shut the closet door.

Y/N is kind of adorable by her little actions, but I see nothing in her rather than being a friend and adorable. I mean she's cute, but she's not my type. Although, I'm not even sure what my type is anymore. Do I even have a type?

"You can turn around," she laughs, and I turn to face her once again only to see that my sweatshirt is a little oversized.

For a moment I let my mind fool me and replace the girl in front of me with another as I mumble out "there you are" and smile. That's until I realize how stupid I sound right now and shake my head. "You're wearing boyfriend material right now," I laugh, pushing my feelings and thoughts to the side. "And when you get a boyfriend of your own and wear their clothes, you'll be wearing boyfriend material then too!"