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Janessa Pierce

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Janessa Pierce

I woke up with a killer headache, like a killer headache. I looked around the room I was in cause it clearly wasn't my room and I noticed I was in Dally's room. Well I mean I only remember after I threw up I forgave him and I mean I do forgive him and I miss him, but I don't remember my birthday at all.

"Texas" I said softly

"Mmmm" he mumbled and stretched

"My head hurts"

"Bathroom cabinet" he turned to his side and I got up and went to the bathroom I found some Advil and took like 2 pills.

I walked back to his room then I noticed I was wearing his clothes. I sat down on the bed and he turned around and faced me

"Did you dress me?" I asked him still feeling dead as fuck

"Yeah" he smirked and I playfully punched his arm

"You saw me naked pervert" I gasped and punched his arm again

"You have nice boobies" he smiled and got up

"Dallas Winston!" I pushed him but he didn't really move

"Janessa Pierce!" He mimicked and I giggled and crossed my arms and tried being serious

"That was not okay" I said to him trying not to crack a smile

"Well I had to get you out of that Babygirl, or else you would be sleeping in cake," he got close to my ear and said "i did you a favor sweetheart," I felt my whole face get hot, my heart was beating at a billion and I don't know I forgot how hot he is, and how much he makes me feel so fucking girly and bubbly and smiley

"You blushin" he smiled grabbed me

"No I'm not Texas" I laughed

"You need to give me a better nick name then that girly" he looked into my eyes and I looked into his hazel ones

"W-what you want me to call you then?" I stuttered

"Daddy" he mumbled

"WHAT?!" I yelled out and he started laughing like crazy. He flopped on the bed with me in his arms
"I'm not calling you daddy"

"One day you will" he smiled and winked

"Dallas!" I playfully slapped him

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