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Seven:

after tyler left, i decided to unpack my things and organize my side of the dorm. i even ended up walking to a store and buying black tape to split the room in half. i get bored and decide to put some of tyler's things away that's been out since i moves in. after that, i move to the bathroom and clean it. i get out the soaps and clear the counter to wash it. i put everything back when i'm done and put his stuff away all organized. i clean around his toothbrush, razor, and deodorant. thank me later. i put his stuff in a little bin so he doesn't have to keep it scattered everywhere, and i do the same with my things. i end up stealing the top drawer because u need somewhere to put my makeup and i organize that too. i go back to my bed, and pull out a book. i start reading it and end up reading a quarter. i hear the door open and i look up to see tyler walking in. he looks exhausted and he plops down on his bed and looks at me.

"what book are you reading?" he asks me.

"stephen kings it." i tell him.

"is it scary?" he asks.

"not really." i respond.

"we should watch the movie when your done." he suggests.

"i'd like that." i blush. he gives me a warm smile that makes my heart jump. why does he make me feel this way??

"aww your face is red" he coos in a mocking tone.

"let's go for dinner." i suggest, changing the subject.

"like a date?" he questions.

"i dunno, maybe." i reply, not really answering him.

"aight, i'm down." tyler says.

"neither of us have anything better to do anyways." he winks. his fucking wink makes me wanna go over there and kiss him.

"i have homework, so keep reading your book i guess. i'll let you know when i'm done." he states. okay. gotta know what's going on anyways with this damn clown. i give him a little nod and try not to smile when he continues to stare at me.

"if you take a picture it'll last longer" i tell him. he quickly snaps out of it and his face turns red.

"your kinda cute when your embarrassed" i wink at him, making him go even redder.

"is it that bad?" he asks me.

"tyler, your not very good at hiding your emotions." i tell him.

"neither is drunk you, and by the way your alcohol tolerance is the lowest i've ever seen" he laughs at me. his adorable smile makes my stomach flutter and i almost giggle at it. he runs his fingers through his amazing, dark brown hair. it looks so soft and fluffy, i just wanna touch it. everything about him makes me yearn for his touch more and more. i want him to kiss me again, and i want him to mean it. i want him to hold me tight and never let me go.

"can i kiss you?" i ask him without thinking. i bite my lip to the point where it hurts, but i don't care.

"i'm sorry what?" he looks startled, but i know he heard me.

"nothing sorry." i reply as my face turns into a tomato.

"no i heard you, but. you really wanna kiss me?!" he questions with a wide grin across his face. i give him a nod and he gets up and plants a soft kiss on my lips, which makes my stomach flutter. i kiss him back and before i know it, we're making out and i end up straddling him.

"fuck riley" he groans. i love it when he says my name.

"why do you make me feel like this?" he adds in question form.