You're Worse Than Nicotine

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"Brendon. Get up," I said.

"Why can't you just get back in bed? I'm tired."

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was 11:07. I had 52 minutes left until Ryan showed up to turn things back to normal. We weren't just gonna sleep.

"Because I'm not tired. Let's go in the living room. Pleeaaassssseee?"

"Okay. But only cause I love you, Sarah."

He got up and gently wrapped his arms around my neck. "Carry meeee," he said.

Oh my god he's such a child. I love it. I tried to carry him on my back and we both fell on the floor. We laughed. I rolled on top of him. "Sing to me," I said.

"Oh Sarah, I'd love to."

He jumped up and looked down at me. He put his hand out. "Please leave all overcoats canes and--top hats, with the door man--" He pulled me up off the floor. "From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed--I'm--wrecking this evening already and--loving every minute of it--"

He continued singing to me and dancing. Next, he started singing "Nicotine". He even took his shirt off.

"Ooo Brendon. You've always known how to please me," I said with a lip bite.

"Yeah you're worse than nicotine," he sang and he grabbed my hips. He planted a kiss on my lips and spun me around. We collapsed on the couch and continued kissing. Oh my god. This is so perfect.

I spotted a clock on the wall out of the corner of my eye. 11:25. Ugh. At that moment, I heard someone whisper.

"Addy!"

I looked over to the doorway of the bedroom and I saw Ryan. He motioned for me to come toward him. I pulled away from Brendon's perfect lips. "I'll be right back," I said.

"Hurry back," he said with a smirk.

I hurried to the bedroom and Ryan looked at me with horror in his face.

"I see you've been enjoying your fantasy, but we need to cut it short and fast."

"Um..why would we need to do that?"

"Sarah is ACTUALLY COMING HOME EARLY. She's at the airport which is only five minutes away! If she sees you, and if she tries to talk to Brendon while you're here, things will never be the same.

At that moment, Sarah walked through the front door.

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