tequila ; s. paulson one - shots

criminal (s. paulson)

Switching on your speaker, you pressed shuffle on your music, allowing the sound of Avril Lavigne to filter through your living room as you began drawing some new photos you had found online.

Sarah suddenly burst into the room just as the chorus hit, screeching at the top of her lungs, "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO GO AND MAKE THINGS SO COMPLICATEEEED I SEE THE WAY YOU'RE ACTING LIKE YOU'RE SOMEBODY ELSE GETS ME FRUSTRATEEEED"

You laughed hysterically as she started dancing around and singing in front of you for the duration of the entire song. After the song finished, Sarah bowed to the imaginary audience, sending flying kisses to invisible fans, before collapsing next to you in a fit of giggles.

The next song started playing, Bruno Major's 'easily', one of the staple songs in your playlist, the contents of which Sarah wasn't entirely familiar with.

"You know," you started, "my sister says she hates this song but sings along every time it plays."

Sarah, who had been running her hands through your hair, started laughing, "What? Why?"

"She says it's too 'chill' for her, she's a weirdo, I know," you replied, giggling uncontrollably.

"She's not wrong, though. This song is sleepy. How the fuck did you go from Avril Lavigne to this?"

Bolting upright, you glared at her, "you dare insult my chill music, uncultured swine?"

She placed a hand over her heart and pretended to be offended, scoffing, "Well, my playlist is and always will be better than yours, honey."

Grabbing your phone, you scrolled through your music until you found THE song, "Well, you cannot disagree with this bop, love."

Just then, the starting notes of 'Criminal' started playing, making Sarah jump and make a grab for your phone.

"Y/N TURN THAT THING OFF," she yelled as she started chasing you around your living room.

"NO THANK YOU SARAH," you called back, dancing out of her reach and waving the phone around tauntingly.

The two of you spent more than half the song chasing each other through the kitchen and living room.

"Y/N M/N L/N I SWEAR GIVE ME THAT FUCKING PHONE NOW," she yelled, growing tired from running around.

"Wait, honey, it's almost my favorite part," you held up your hands, in almost surrender, just as the chorus came on, making the older roll her eyes.

"What i need is a good defense, c'mon Sarah, please sing it with me," you begged, giving her the puppy eyes.

She sighed, sat on the couch, and sang anyway, "And I need to be redeemed, to the one I've sinned against, coz he's all I ever knew of love"

Upon hearing her sing, you danced a victory dance and kissed her, pulling her off the couch and starting to dance, "Thank you, love, it's my favorite part,"

"Let me know the way, before there's hell to pay, give me room to lay the law and let me go, I've gotta make a play, to make my lover stay, so what would an angel if the devil wants to know," the two of you started singing and giggling uncontrollably.

The final notes of the song played, signaling the end, and the two of you plopped yourselves onto the sofa, exhausted from running around.

As the two of you lay there contentedly, Sarah's head on your chest while "It Will Rain" by Bruno Mars started playing, you started fondling Sarah's blond and brown hair, "Why do you hate that song so much?"

She sighed dramatically before responding, "It's not the song, I despise seeing or hearing myself and stuff."

Placing a kiss on her head, you asked, "Why? Your voice was amazing, I couldn't stop listening to it. the way your voice is naturally kinda raspy and husky and the way your lisp sounds when you're singing oh my gosh wow," Sarah chuckled as you rambled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"I love you, and fine, I admit, I enjoy singing, but will you please stop playing that song when you're mad at me?"

Playfully frowning at her, you replied, "I only did it because you insulted one of my favorite chill songs ever."

"Okay, if I kinda stop insulting your music taste, will you stop playing that shit here?"

"Hmm," you said, pretending to think deeply, stroking a non existent beard, something you did that always made Sarah laugh and kiss your nose, which is what happened now, "okay, okay, fine, it's a deal."

Smiling, Sarah kissed you softly and sweetly, before saying, "See, we can come to agreements when you aren't running around and waving your phone like an idiot."

"Says the person who runs into the room when she hears a song she knows playing just to screech the lyrics," you retorted, rolling your eyes playfully.

"You know you love me."

"There never was any doubt about it, honey."

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