𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤

𝕗𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕪-𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖

Spot and I sneak upstairs to my room while Charlie attempts to explain what just went down. Once the door closes, I get shoved on my bed, almost hitting my head on the bed frame. Spot lays down next to me with a smirk, wrapping his arm around my waist. I scoot closer to him, resting my head against his.

It's calming. Comforting.

We stay like that, completely silent, for a while. Just taking in each other's presence.

But we eventually get bored with the quiet. I sit up, and move to the record player that I got for Christmas. Spot follows me, looking at the records as I flip through them.

"Hm. You got good taste." He kneels down text to me as I pull out the album Oh My Heart, putting the vinyl in the player.

(yes race listens to mother mother yes this is me projecting)

I move back to my bed as the music starts, closing my eyes. I feel the bed shift as Spot sits next to me. I put an arm around his shoulders, opening my eyes to look at him.

I get flashbacks to that one night with Al. He introduced me to a lot of good music. Like, a lot. Now I can't listen to a single song by Arctic Monkeys without thinking of him.

It hits different when you're already dating, though. When you don't have to worry about accidentally showing your feelings and getting too close.

These thoughts run though my mind as Spot and I are laying down, nose-to-nose. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I never started dating them.

Probably depressing.

And as I feel a pair of lips against mine, I can't stop thinking about how lucky I am.