Chapter 4

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{ Ariana's pov }

"Thank you Y/n. I had a lot of fun. You can stay if you want to" I told her after we arrived at my place

"I think you had enough of me" she joked

"Oh shut up. How could I ever have enough of you?" I smiled

"Good question. I'm amazing, aren't I?" She joked again, making me laugh

"Actually you are" I smiled again

"You sure you want me to stay over?" She asked and I smiled at her

"Of course I want you to stay. I'm lonely anyway. I could use some great company" I said with a small smile

"Oh so you're using me because you're lonely?" She asked with a serious look on her face

"N- no. I- I didn't mean it like that. I swear-"

"I wasn't being serious." She chuckled.

"Oh"

"You should have seen your face." Y/n laughed.

"Idiot" I said and hit her shoulder playfully

"But you like this Idiot, don't you?" She teased.

I rolled my eyes and dragged her inside my house

"I don't think I showed you around yet, did I?" I asked

"No, actually you didn't" she said

"What a shame" I said

She smiled at me and shook her head

"You're cute" I heard her mumble

I froze. No, she didn't say that. She couldn't have said. And even if she did, she probably didn't mean it.

She probably said something else anyway. I showed her around my house and now we were in my living room.

Toulouse, Myron, Coco, Piggy and my other dogs came into the living room and ran to Y/n. She jumped up when she saw all those animals, making me laugh

"Are they all yours?" She asked me as she picked Toulouse up

"Yup" I smiled

I waited for Toulouse to bark at her and try to bite her but instead he licked her face

"Wow" I said quietly

"What?" she laughed

"He actually doesn't like anyone except me, mom, nonna and Frankie" I told her

"Who's Frankie?" Y/n asked.

"My brother." I answered.

"Oh, right. I remember him from Big Brother back in 2014." She said and I nodded.

"But are you for real about your dog?" She asked.

"Yeah" I said

"Well hello there.." she looked at me waiting for me to tell her his name.

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