Your typical story of a relationship burnt out out teen, and the one who proves it worth it.
Watch Alana heal and Ambrose fall head over heels in love....<3
My eyes opened groggily adjusting to my surroundings. I picked up my phone to check the time. "1:12," I said to no one in particular, I went to stand when I was alerted of the weight on my lap, it was 'Lana. Her braids were scattered across her face and he mouth open, snoring so sweetly. I swiped the drool off her lip chuckling silently, damn she was pretty. She flinched at the touch of her lip. I gently moved back lying her head on the blanket before stretching and picking her up bridal style. I expected her to wake up and smack me or something but instead, she turned her chest to face me and snuggled into my arms, it took my full willpower not to squeak, that was so goddamn cute. I took her up the stairs trying not to wake her and placed her on the bed I quickly grabbed the blankets from downstairs and drapped one on the floor, for myself. "Night night ice queen." I gently kissed her forehead, if she was conscious she would definitely hit me I smiled to myself cuddling into my blanket on the floor and drifting off.
Alana's PoV The sound of obnoxious music woke me, I slowly sat up rubbing my eyes trying to find the disturbance I peered over the edge of my bed, wait my bed? Didn't I fall asleep downstairs? I dropped the thought as soon as I spotted the disturbance was actually Ambrose's ringtone, the words Momma flashed across the screen. Not thinking I rushed to answer it. 'Hello,' I said smacking myself for picking up. 'Oh Hello?' Her voice was possibly the sweetest voice I have ever heard 'Oh hi mam, this is-' i started awkwardly but she cut me off 'oh you are the sweet girl he showed me, is he causing trouble' she started to ramble when the phone was taken from my hand. 'Morning mom'. I hadn't seen when he had woken up, I was sitting cross-legged backing him on the floor. Her sweet voice had now vanished as she lectured him about not calling her and saying goodnight, Ambrose's face lit up with amusement as he apologized. He had just woken up so his voice was deeper than it already was to the point where it sent shivers down my spine. He wrapped up the call pretty quickly 'ok, ok, okkkkk, bye mommy I love you' he kissed the phone then hung up looking over at me. "Mam?" He heard that? "Mommy" I shot back at him. "See that would bother me if I cared" he turned his back towards me and stretched, even though he had on a shirt I could see the muscles in his back flex, hold on, I've been checking this boy out way too much. "I need to get laid," I said in what I thought was my head, it was not. Ambrose turned around with a raised eyebrow "uh..." was all I managed before I decided it was just best to walk out of the room.
About an hour went by, I and Ambrose had eaten. Remembering I had told him I needed to wash my hair he offered to help me take out my braids so here we were, I sat in between his legs on the floor and he was on the couch, currently we were watching the nightmare before Christmas, in March. "I can wash it if you want," he said nonchalantly looking at the Tv while undoing a braid. "I feel like you would tangle up my hair" I turned and looked at him with a smirk. "Bruh, I literally have three sisters know my way around long hair, not to mention these gorgeous locks." he swept his hand dramatically over his plaits. "Whatever less work for me." I shifted back towards the Tv. "How are you doing it by the way. "Think imma get a sew-in or i might just do one of those fancy mohawk things, you know when the plait each side and leave the hair on top out", I rambled on, he was really easy to talk to. "That would be sickkk" he tilted my head backward causing me to look at the ceiling, "I wanna watch Tv" I whined and pouted. He put his head into my line of sight and jutted his bottom lip out mocking me. I tried to hit him but because of my position I could only manage a weak tap on his calf, this made him laugh and I tried to hide mine but ended up laughing.
2 hours later he was finished undoing, shampooing, conditioning, detangling while conditioning and blowdrying and cornrowing into low buns with two twists in front to frame my face. "Wow, you actually knew what you are doing." I looked into the mirror shocked. "Told you so." he stood behind me with his hands folded over his chest practically radiating smugness. I turned and narrowed my eyes at him, "don't be mad that I'm perfect." he winked at me as he walked towards the couch and picked up the remote. Silently I stomped over right in front of him, he looked down at me amused. Stupid tall brat. I motioned for him to lean forward with my pointer finger, he leaned, I motioned for him to come closer, he did confusion practically written on his forehead. Just as he was eye level with me I raised my hand and smacked him square on his forehead. Ambrose was obviously shook. So shook he fell backward onto the couch dragging me with him.
Suddenly I was staring directly into his chocolate eyes, due to the way I fell I was now slightly straddling him. My left knee was in between his legs and his arm was on my waist. I squeaked and quickly tried to move but Ambrose pulled me back so I was now sitting on his lap. "What the ice queen can't handle a little personal space invasion." his usual playful demeanor was no longer there and his goofy smile dropped, but there was.....something else. As quickly as it was there it was gone, it was as though a switch was pulled, his smile returned and he laughed it off but I'm not dumb...there was definitely something there.
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