"bruh!" you call out from your bathroom.
"vhat?" ruel says in an accent as he enters the room, "vhat could possibly be, oh" he says as he looks down at your neck eyeballing the deep purple bruises on your neck.
"yeah" you say annoyed.
"hey, luckily makeup exists!" ruel says raising his hands.
"yeah, and it only works if you have some, but I left my makeup bag at your house" you reply crossing your arms.
"okay, well, you're in a bit of a pickle" ruel reply's giggling.
"this is your fucking fault" you say giggling as you turn and push him out of the bathroom and onto your bed. his lanky body flops onto your bed and you hop on top of him, straddling his waist.
"I'm sorry" ruel states as he pouts his lips.
"eh it's fine, I mean my dad might kill you but like oh well" you reply.
"shit, your dad."
"yeah, you forgot bout him aye" you say as you push your lips onto ruels.
"and anyways, I'll get you back" you say making your way to ruels neck.
"heY STAY AWAY FROM MY NECK" ruel says as he pushes you off playfully.
a/n: this is kinda short but like free time comes out in 3 days WOOP WOOP
10.09.19
