"Can I kiss you?"
I fight to keep my breathing steady as I reply. "No."
"And why not?" He clenches his jaw, moving back.
Grinning lightly, I move forward. "Because I want to."
Then I crash my lips onto his.
···
They were like shards of glass. Sharp...
Йой! Нажаль, це зображення не відповідає нашим правилам. Щоб продовжити публікацію, будь ласка, видаліть його або завантажте інше.
guess who decided to update.
(a/n: there will be a crooked kingdom spoiler in the beginning, i'll put ** when it starts and ** when it ends so y'all don't get spoiled <3)
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MY EYES fly open upon hearing the loud thunk outside in the living room.
I grabbed the closest thing that was next to me, which was, conveniently, a book.
I slowly open my door, to find Allison yawning and grumbling, rubbing her head where I assumed she hit it on the side of the table or the floor.
I put the book down, not knowing if I should laugh or question why she was on the floor.
Then it hit me.
Both literally and figuratively, as Allison throws the book I had put on the floor to my head.
"Ouch!" I gasp, as the edge hits the top of my head. I rub it, the stinging pain sending waves down my entire body, as I lay down next to her.
"What the hell was that for?" I whisper-yell at her, my face lying next to hers.
"You're my best friend, so if I'm in pain, you will be too."
I groan, sitting upright and rubbing the top of my head and wincing. "What sort of logic is that?"
"My logic."
I roll my eyes, standing up and picking up the book, which I recognize as The Giver.
I wave it threateningly in her face as she sits up, holding up a finger. "You're lucky this wasn't one of my favorite books. Or else you'd be as tall as ** Matthias Helvar, who is currently six feet under the ground."
"Matthais? The fictional dude you cried over for an hour for?"
"He died and the last thing he saw or thought of was Nina!" **
"Whatever." She waves it off.
My mouth falls open, and I huff.
disrespectful.
I'm about to continue arguing with her when she stands up, rushing into the kitchen before I can get a word out.
I grumble, slowly making my way back into my room with The Giver in my hand. I put it back on my yet to be arranged bookshelf, going into the bathroom to groan at my reflection. I go back to my closet to find some hoodies and sweatpants, feeling very proud of the bold 'FUCK THE PATRIARCHY' right in the middle.
What can I say?
It's gorgeous. (a/n: 💀)
I untangle my hair by brushing it out, grinning when there are still prominent waves in it.
