[Previously title Marigold and Sunflowers]
He thought she was a sinful angel of temptation, but the most annoying one.
She thought he was an arrogant, mannerless asshole sculpted to make her knees go weak.
Ivy Marigold Taylor, an intelligent, down...
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Staring at the stars I let out a tired sigh as I relax on the beach chair I laid out on my apartment balcony.
It's one in the morning and I couldn't sleep so I look at the night sky with a cover draped over my legs in a hoodie and my bonnet over my head.
I take a sip of my smoothie from the yellow bendy straw before setting it on the outside table next to me.
I grab my phone from the table, I need to talk to someone if I'm gonna go to sleep.
I called Delani. She didn't answer but sent me a picture of her middle finger.
I would probably call Astryd but she's probably working, same with Tyson.
So out of pure spite I called Carter. The phone rang three or two times before he picked up the call.
"Fuck you want?" His voice was deep and groggy from the sleep.
"What're you doing?" I ask sipping my smoothie.
"Sleeping, genius."
I nod humming, "That sounds nice. How was it?" I ask.
I hear him scoff, "If you don't tell me why you're calling me at one in the morning I'm going to hang up."
"I can't sleep." I sigh.
"I don't see how that's my problem."
"I know it's not, but I need to talk to someone before I can go to sleep." I explain.
"Watch a video or something." He suggests.
"I tried didn't really work." I huff as someone honks a horn as the drove in the street below.
"Where are you?" He ask.
"Outside on my balcony, why?"
I hear him let out an exasperated sigh, "What the hell are you doing on the balcony?"
"Looking at the sky and drinking a smoothie." I said grabbing my blended fruit drink taking a sip.
"And you wonder why you can't fall asleep." He mutters, "Ivy, go inside and lay down."
"Can I finish my smoothie first?"
"No. Go to bed." He was strict, and his Italian accent was more noticeable when he was sleepy.
I lazily get up from the beach chair grabbing my smoothie and blanket go back inside my apartment. I put my smoothie in the refrigerator before going to my room and getting under the covers.
"You know what I don't understand?" I am laying my head on my pillow.
"Ivy, do you have insomnia?" He ignores my question.
