𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 (𝒶 𝓀𝑜𝓉𝓁𝒸 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀)

~Sleepover P11~

Okay, I might have forgotten about this series for a minute there, but I'm back, and it's time to make the very last chapter! I am so proud of how this has turned out, and I admit that sometimes I myself read my own fanfiction when I get bored, and I don't have enough Fedex stuff to read. We need more Fedex fanfiction.

Okay, last chapter, peeps. Here are the tags :3

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✩Sophie's POV✩

The warm summer air brushed up against my arms as a breeze blew through the peaceful forest in the early morning. I groaned as I sat up, rubbing the part of my head that was leaning against the nearest tree bark to ease the cramps. Biana's head stayed in my lap, her teal eyes closed and her legs curled in on herself. I smiled, noticing the way the gentle morning sunlight lit up her dark brown hair, giving her wavy curls an ethereal look to them. She was beautiful. She always was.

I leaned down, kissing her softly on the cheek. Biana's eyelashes fluttered open, and she blinked at me as her drowsy mind pieced together the past events of last night. She grinned widely at me, sitting up and kissing me cheerfully. Her hands touched my cheeks every few seconds as we kissed, like part of her didn't truly believe everything was real.

"Good morning, Soph," Biana whispered against my lips, the soft skin of her own moving against mine every time she spoke, just to show how close together we were.

"Good morning," I mumbled back, letting her swallow my words that I transferred directly into her mouth. "Do you think the others went looking for us?"

"Probably," Biana said, refusing to pull away from me, instead scooting her legs closer to mine until she was on my lap. "They probably think we died."

"You could murder me if you wanted to," I pointed out in a quiet tone. It was the new norm for us, speaking with each other in the quietest voices, just to make sure nobody but the other could hear the words crafted especially for the other. Nobody else deserved to.

"I could," Biana agreed, resting her hands on my shoulder and breathing hotly against my lips. "But I won't. You're hotter alive."

"You too," I laughed, straddling her hips with my hands. "But we should get back, before they find us." Biana grumbled something that was too quiet more even me to hear, and begrudgingly scooted off my lap and back onto the grass.

"I guess," I said with a smile, leaning closer to Biana's face and staring into her magnificent eyes that sparkled with a bright glimmer when they drifted to my lips and back. She smiled too, and finally heaved herself up from the dewy grass below her feet.

"C'mon, so I can show you off to our friends," Biana told me, gripping my hand tightly with hers as a feeling of sparkling warmth shot up my arm like some kind of drug. Only better, more effective. I was addicted already, even though I only had her for one night. I needed her now, there was no such thing as turning back.

"They'll be so jealous," I gloated, flipping my tangled blonde hair behind my back arrogantly. Biana simply smirked and nodded, as we walked in comfortable silence back to the mansion to meet all the others.

The smell of pancakes greeted my nostrils as eyebrows raised and lips switched with amusement once Biana and I walked in. Keefe was the first to speak, naturally.

"Finally you're back," he groaned, sipping a bubbling cinnacreme from a mug with his other arm around Tam's shoulders. "We were beginning to think you guys actually-"

"Keefe," Fitz said warningly. "That's my sister you're talking to." Fitz turned to Biana, only half concentrating on her, the other half of his brain sent into pancake-chef-mode. "Congratulations."