Girl's One Shot Story

Story 1

** A Girl's P.O.V (That soon to be revealed) **

** Unknown bedroom **

I groaned frustratedly while still shutting my sleepy eyes. I hardly breathe. I felt heavy. It's like there's a rock crushing on me and squeezing the both of my sides.

But- wait. Before jumping to conclusion. Does it make sense that I embraced a rock while I'm asleep? Did someone did that? If its a huge teddybear, that's somehow typical.

These one- I felt warmth all around me. I actually felt comfortable. I do. It made me cozy and sleep like a log. Like hugging a huggable and cuddly soft teddybear.

But- well- these teddybears aren't soft at all. Its hard. Its bulky. It has a warmth. Its breathing. I could hear their heartbeat beats so melodiously against my body.

Why my teddybears had a heartbeat? And- Do I even had a teddybear?

"Princess, stop squirming." A man huskily voiced closed to me.

That quickened my widened eyes! As if reality hits me. Hard. So so hard.

"Princess, go to sleep. Let us sleep more. We barely sleep lastnight." Another man huskily voiced closed to me.

My breathing tightened as the men tightened their arms around me as if I'm their huggable bolster. My heartbeat races instantly. Blood streams uprise to my face.

And- THAT'S IT!

"AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh------!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I lost control that I screamed my brain's out.

** In the kitchen **

I grumpily-sulkily-glumly-barely touching my food as I lost appetite with my breakfast that I ate occassionally due to THAT- incident that I'm not going to recall it again.

I flushed and blushed with what had happened. I'm not going to look at them. At all costs!

"Come on, sweetie. You'll had a gastric if you didn't touch your breakfast. I knew you so well if you didn't had a breakfast, you'll die." My mom solemnly stated with her pouted lips.

I gave my mom a stern and what-the-hell looked. Impossible for me to die just because I didn't touch my breakfast. Unless the food contained poison. So, I ignored them.

"Oh dear. What am I suppose to do now? Asher, Drake. Help me with my baby, please?" My mom seeked a favor sweetly against them. I hated them. In the now though.

"Come on, baby girl. It's not like we haven't slept together. We slept together a lot more." Drake said in a sorry and worry voiced.

I glared at Drake in a disapproval way. "Correction! We're just sleeping. Sleeping like normal people did. We used to sleep together when we're a child. We didn't slept together as in slept like a sleep-sleep between a consenting adultery man and a women." I said harshly stated the truth by pointing at Drake.

Another manly chuckled was heard. "Princess, you're so cute you know that. Such a naive sweet and cute innocent baby girl that I hardly let you go to any man. I felt old now, how am I going to let you down an isle when you're married? Oh no." Asher sighed dramatically. "Give me your cheeks instead, I wanna pinch it to satisfy your cuteness."

I gaped disgustingly over them. "The hell! Hands off of me! I warned you!" I hissed while protecting my cute blushing cheeks. Did I said my cheeks cute? Sorry for bluffling. Can't help it.

The both of the men laughed out loud happily and grinning like a child were given by a candy.

Oh yes, both of them are my two weirdest-hottie-hunk-muscular-sexy-infamous-player childhood friends. Yup, they're a player. Dated lots of girls and women. Even took an advantage against them with their charms and sex appeal.