3 of 3 (L.B Fanfic)

beach please

Being ignored wasn't fun.

At all.

Later that night, the family came home from dinner and everyone headed to their rooms to get some sleep so we could have an eventful day tomorrow.

I assumed Melo went to shower after our little pool fiasco. He didn't seem like he wanted to to talk to me afterwords either.

He had no reason to be mad though..

The room that we fought over was empty and my luggage was placed at the side of the bed.

Although it was kind of him to give up the room, he was still acting petty for ignoring me.

That's when I decided to be the bigger person and search for what room Melo was in.

I knocked on each door to say goodnight to everyone and the last one I ended up knocking on was the one right next to mine.

Taking a deep breath, I look down the the dark hall then back at the door that was in front of me.

Finally, I lightly knock on the door.

Not even seconds after, the door flew open and there stood a shirtless Melo.

This nigga never had a shirt on.

"Uh, hi." I greeted him.

He continued to stand there in silence.

"Can I come in?" I asked politely.

He moved out if the way and made room for me to step in.

I could tell he had just finished taking shower. There was fog coming from the bathroom.

Wait this bedroom had a bathroom too?

Then what the hell was we fighting for?

Anyways.

Melo went over to the bed and plopped down and went on his phone.

At one point he looked up from his phone and saw me still standing there and asked, "Can I help you with something?"

I know this nigga did not-

"Why you acting like I did you wrong or sum?" I was getting a little angry.

"Because you did."

I scoff, "What sense does it make for you to throw me in the pool and for me not to do the same? You can't even be mad."

"I don't gotta explain myself. Just get outta my room." He shoos me off.

The next thing I did was a little unexpected.

I snatched Melo's phone from out of his hands and threw it on the bed.

"Ay, what you doin.."

I placed myself on either side of him so that I was straddling him. That shut him up real quick.

In a swift movement, I pushed him back so that he was laying down.

I drew my face closer to his, my hand on his chest. I could feel his heart beating faster and faster.

Slowly, I pressed my lips on the side of his cheek, inches away from his mouth.

I pulled away.

"I'm sorry. Are you happy now?"

He nodded his head vigorously and his hands made their way to my waist.

His hand placement made my heart beat a little quicker too.