Her Dog Days

✲ the coffee table ✲

Six months later.

"Aston please!" I beg as I grab onto the edge of the scratched and chipped brown coffee table.

"I'm not letting go of this table." He responds, affirmatively standing his ground, gripping onto the other end.

I let go of the coffee table and huff out loud.

Why did I decide to date a ten-year-old?

"This piece of shit is not staying here." I assert, crossing my arms over my chest. "Get it out of my sight before I break up with you."

Today's moving in day and just as we were getting the new furniture in the apartment, Aston found a worn-out coffee table on the side of the road and picked it up, getting emotionally attached to it. Needless to say, I've never been so annoyed at a piece of wood and hope that it burns to the ground.

He scoffs and hovers over the table, inching his face closer to mine. "You would never." He whispers, giving me the look I fell in love with.

I break my gaze away from his and look at my watch. "Time of breakup, 7:03 pm. Cause of breakup, significant other is acting like a stubborn bitch."

"Fine," Aston answers cooly, "If you break up with me then I'm reporting you to the police."

I roll my eyes. "For what reason?"

"For running over my dog."

My arms are now uncrossed and my hands are forming into balls of the fist, trembling beside me. Aston analyzes the situation and makes a run for it, releasing the table and dashing into the empty kitchen. I chase after him, determined to give him a 'purple nurple'.

Six months have passed since we officially started our freshman year of college, suffering long study nights but having the best time of our lives. When we first started the fall semester, we lived in our own houses but had sleepovers almost every day.

Aston and I couldn't be apart.

We were whipped for each other.

Our parents saw how our relationship was like so they didn't go against our wishes of moving in with each other before the spring semester started. After endless hours of apartment hunting and open houses, we finally found the place for us...

The place where we'll start our lives together.

Well, that is if I don't kill him first.

Just as we both dash into the kitchen and I have Aston cornered against the black and white marble counter-tops, thinking that I'm going to win, he turns around and stares at me with realization.

"Wait why am I running away? We both know that I'm the dominant one."

The realization hits me as well and now it's my turn to start fleeing. Without a second thought, I dash away from Aston and try to jump over the couch like how they do in action movies. But instead, I got the timing wrong and slammed onto the back of the new brown leather couch, my body folding over it. I groan in pain and wonder if I broke my vagina--if that's even possible-- and Aston easily lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder.

"Wow, you've gotten heavier." He comments as we head to the bedroom, our bedroom.

"Carajo, soltame ahora mismo." I curse in Spanish, grabbing onto the back of his hoodie, making sure I don't fall off.

Once we enter the bedroom he throws me on the new mattress we bought that still has the plastic wrapping over it. Aston lays next to me on his side and props himself up with his arms. I look at him with annoyance and roll my eyes.

"You call me fat but lift your shirt and tell me where your abs went." His mischievous expression faded into a stone one, and I burst out laughing.

To prove my point I grab the hem of his hoodie and lift it, to show that his abs are starting to evaporate into thin air. Annoyed, Aston slaps my hand away and turns over, his back now facing me.

As I ridiculously laugh out loud, I jump on top of him, trying to hug Aston out of pity.

"Baby let's face it," I whisper to him with fake compassion, stroking his hair as if I'm trying to comfort him. "We're both victims of the 'freshman fifteen' curse." If you don't know, there's this saying where freshman college students gain fifteen pounds because all they eat is fast food and they stop working out once they enter college.

Aston scoffs and burrows his head into the plastic like a ten-year-old boy that's throwing a fit.

"You'll see, I'm gonna go back to the gym and get so ripped you'll wish you never broke up with me." I laugh out loud again and kiss his cheek, admiring this boy.

"I absolutely love you." I genuinely announce, resting my head on his shoulder. He turns over and captures me in a huge bear hug, squeezing all his anger to me.

"Ow, ow, ow!" I complain, slapping the noisy plastic on the mattress, trying to tap out.

"I'll let you go if you let me keep the coffee table." He muffles into my hair as he keeps the strength around my body.

"Fine, you can have the stupid table!" Instantly he releases me and I feel like I've just come out of the womb.

Is this what birth feels like?

Nevertheless, I didn't get to enjoy my freedom for that long because Aston picks me up off the mattress and hugs me, swinging me around.

"I love you, I love you, I love you!" He declares, kissing every part of my face as he repeats the 'I-love-you's'. He then puts me down and stares at me, with the same loving eyes I stare at him with.

"Te amo."

I start to blush at his sudden Spanish and slap his chest jokingly, shoving him away. Aston decided to take a Spanish course last semester and won't stop speaking it, knowing that it gets me like this.

What can I say? When the white boy speaks Spanish, it turns me on.

"Tu amor me hace bien." He seductively whispers, grabbing my arm and pulling himself closer to me.

"Shut up Marc Anthony." I giggle, the blush still lingering on my face. Just as I ordered, he shuts up and lightly kisses me, making it a long and soft one. Like savoring chocolate, every time we kiss it's nice and slow, basking the moment and capturing every little detail.

"Alright lover boy," I claim as his lips go down to my neck. "We seriously need to finish unpacking, I've got a class at seven a.m. tomorrow." He sighs depressingly and lifts his head, looking me over and running his hands through my hair.

"I may be a victim of the 'freshman fifteen', but you look like a victim of 'freshman fifty'." I stare at him in disbelief and with my jaw dropped to the floor.

"I hate you."

"That's okay, cause I love you."

Even though I have the sudden urge to give him a super wedgie, I do love him as well. The college experience has recently started so I imagine that we'll go through lots of bumps on the road, but I'm confident that we'll both overcome them.

Honestly, what's the worst that can happen?

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sorry this chapter's so short, I wanted to get it out there so I can work on some other stuff for this story.

did you catch any foreshadowing? if you did, then you can see there's going to be some trouble in paradise. stick around for some more content, you'll love it :)

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