Authors Note: Hi all. I haven't been having the best couple of days. Boys are stupid. Gally would never treat me like this. Fuck the little Bitch Boy Whore Prick loser who made me feel like this (and not in the fun way).
He ruined the song "Scotty Doesn't know" 4 me. So please go suck a fat one Scotty I don't think you'll ever know <3. I hope he gets a paper cut on his tongue that fuck boy lying mother fucker.
Above is a picture of me my friend drew to make me feel better Astrea's Instagram handle is pastel_spill so go give my bestie a follow. I love her <3.
Y/n's Point Of View:
I had cried. No not just cried, had a complete breakdown in front of Gally. And now he was spooning me, arms clutching me like I'd fly away if he didn't.
I guess he really didn't care about how I acted. Last night it was him who silenced me, got it to stop. He saved me, even if it was just in a small way. He did it again and again and again. Huh. Funny.
Gally's warm chest was pressed against my back. Flipping around (more like squirming till I turned) I took a good look at his face, drinking in every feature. His freckles had been tossed across his face, each one dotted his sun kissed skin with a purpose.
I brought my hand to his face, one of my fingertips tracing shapes. I made constellation after constellation from the cacophony of freckles.
His eyebrows were very prominent. Some of the other gladers would tease about them behind his back. Still, I never minded them. They made him look very striking. Different. I liked different.
I dragged my finger down the slope of his nose, noticing the way it upturned. His eyelashes were thick. Lips a rouged pink. He was so beautiful. Had I ever told him that? I really should.
The rubber band that held my body in place had snapped, dropping an atomic bomb on me. An epiphany. An idea. A very horrible idea.
I loved Gally.
No no no no no no no. I could not love Gally. It was a wretched dangerous idea. I loved him as a friend. Yup. He was just someone to kiss once in a while y/n, jeez. You probably are just imagining things or being too emotional. I don't know. Shit. Fucking shit. I have to get out of here now.
I started to struggle, practically in a panic against Gally's damn iron grip. The jostling back and forth stirred him awake.
"Y/n? What's going on?" He said in a raspy morning voice clasping a handful of my hair.
"I uh." Slipping out of his arms, I tousled out of the bed. "Gotta go do something." In a haste I threw on whatever articles of clothing I could find. With one last ruffle of the fabric I turned around, tying my hair up. "I'll see you later though, okay." The glimpse I got of his face, bare chest, muscled up arms sparked a sort of giddiness in me. I wanted my mouth on his. Now.
"Alright. See you lat-" A kiss. Just one is all I allowed myself to. A soft peck to cut him off...and then Gally was holding me in place. Oh how badly I burned to let my fingers thread in his hair, pull at it. Well what hair he had. It was quite short, but it suited him. That brassy dirtied blond. Just to glide my fingertips across it would be enough...
No. Look at yourself y/n, don't you have any self control?! Get out of here now. Gally's kisses pressed down to my throat, on a clear path to my upper chest. It was when his lips fell split in the middle of my sternum when I broke away.
"I'm leaving now." My face felt all hot and bothered as I tried to hold a firm voice. "Now, goodbye Gally."
"You're leaving already?" He smirked. Fuck Twat. A fuck twat with a really hypnotizing manner to him. The way his hands clung to the back of my shirt. His eyes soft with a new found glint. A warm one.

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