You're Joking...Right?

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RILEY'S POV
I was hanging out with Donovan at his house when he decided to play music and even though I knew the song, I acted like I didn't.

"I can show you the world. Shining, shimmering, splendid. Tell me, Princess, now when did you last let your heart decide?" He sang.

I laughed as he sang then, I decided to surprise him.

"A whole new world, a dazzling place I never knew. But, when I'm way up here, it's crystal clear, that now I'm in a whole new world with you." I sang with a smile.

He looked at me with joyous surprise as we ended up singing the entire duet.

"I didn't know you could sing that great!" He gushed.

"Thanks?"

"We're doing this again."

"Okay." I giggled.

He replayed the song and we ended up dancing to it as we sang.

"You're so awesome." He gushed after we finished the song.

"I know." I giggled as he hugged me.

"So, what do you wanna do?" He asked.

"Cu-"

I cut myself off because I didn't want to sound needy, but he looked at me with curious eyes.

"Can we cuddle?" I reluctantly asked.

"Of course." He said as that dopey grin broke out on his face.

I rolled my eyes at his excitement, but we did cuddle. We talked a little bit, then Donovan looked in my eyes.

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"Kiss. Me."

"Nope." I giggled.

"Why not?" He frowned as he rolled on top of me.

"I don't feel like it."

He began to kiss my entire face, purposely avoiding my lips, then smirked when I got nervous.

"I bet you want that kiss now." He smirked.

"Nope."

"Liar."

"Okay, maybe a little." I smiled before he kissed me.

When we pulled away, I traced his face and ran my thumb across his bottom lip, then I remembered something.

"Don?"

"Yeah?"

"How'd you get that scar on your back?"

"My brother." He sighed.

"How?"

"We got in a fight, he slammed me against a mirror, and a shard got stuck in my back."

"What'd your parents say?"

"They yelled at me." He said as he rolled off of me at stared at the ceiling.

I rolled onto my side and traced circles on his chest as I looked at him.

"It's always been that way. Brad starts shit, I retaliate, then I get all the blame. I don't remember what led up to that night's fight, but I remember the anger and the hits. He kept screaming that he'd fucking kill me and even pulled a knife on me. I was fighting for my life, but I still got in trouble. .... I hate him, Ri." He told me as he closed his eyes.

I placed my hand on his cheek, then he opened his eyes and they softened as he looked at me.

"It's not fair." He added.

"I know, Baby, I know." I said.

He pulled me into a kiss, then pulled me into a tight hug.