Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours

“I like your lipstick, what colour is it?” He pointed towards my red-stained lips with a cheeky grin – it agitated me. I didn’t even know who he was. The space between my brows creased, “uh, red?” Confused, a little smile appeared on my face at how cheeky he was but I dropped it. “Can I borrow it?” Swiftly, he places his lips against my mine, his plumps lips brushing against it forcefully yet slowly but before I could push him away in surprise, he pulls away and then he smirks. “Strawberry?” “Lipstick doesn’t have flavours, I think,” I murmured, my cheeks crimson. “It’s strawberry, bring watermelon tomorrow, yeah?” And I, being the stupid person I am, brought watermelon the next day. All rights reserved. Copyright © 2014 || @drfluke

✉ in which a misaddressed love letter brings together two unlikely people ✉