[COMPLETED]
"Some friendships are so important, you'd do anything to make them last. That's why Richie and I created a pact, but it came with rules. You may be asking what these rules are. well hold on i'll get there."
based off of 'Naomi and Ely's...
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GUY.exe Superfruit
I need a man who don't get jealous 'less I want him to A gentleman to take care of me in the bedroom Romantic love but keep it rough Am I asking too much?
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1 year later
"Hey babe?", I hear Richie call from our living room. Yes, our. We decided after a year, to finally move in together, and get our own apartment. Still, he has to be away a lot for recording, or interviews, and I have my training, but we still manage to make time for ourselves.
"Yeah?", I yell back, putting on my joggers and Richie's oversized band tee. I look in the mirror, ruffling my hair a little, and frowning slightly. I'd never liked my stocky appearance, or that I still had baby fat, or that my face had to many freckles, or that I still had a baby face. It got the best of me, letting my confidence plummet to the bottom of the deepest ocean.
"Come here, I wanna cuddle with my snuggle bunny.", I laugh, smiling at the nickname, but the smile never really fully meets my eyes. How could he like someone like me? Im ugly, and really annoying. I'm definitely a freak, so after all these years he probably never liked me.
I sigh, shaking the thoughts away, but they still stayed in the back of my mind. I walked out into the hallway, passing the guest room and extra bathroom, before making my way into the living room, seeing Richie sprawled out on the couch, remote in hand. He flipped through the shows and movies on Netflix, picking something out for our special Movie Marathon Mondays.
I lay down next to him, laying my head on his shoulder. I nuzzle my face into his neck from the warmth. He looks down at me, lifting his eyebrow slightly. "You okay Eds?"
"You know I hate it when you call me that. and yeah i'm okay.", I smile, stuffing my face into his shoulder once more, wrapping my arms and legs around me. He chuckled loudly, squeezing me.
"Okay.... What do you want to watch?", he moved his head, looking at me expectantly. I shrug, going back into nuzzling his shoulder. He huffs, I hear him set the remote down, then he sits up looking at me.
"Alright what's wrong? You always fight over what movie we watch." I shrug once more, wrapping my arms around his waist, before he pulls my arms away. I groan, and start to get up. He pulls me back down to the couch, with his arms around my waist.
"No, your telling me. What's going on in your pretty little mind?", he taps my head lightly.
A shit ton of stuff. Like, are you going to leave me? Or do you even love me anymore or even in the first place? I'm ugly, annoying, fat, clingy, a baby. So why could you possibly be with me? I want to say, but I don't. I don't want to be pitied, or feel self centered. So I say, "Nothing, I'm just tired."
