SHATTERED

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saylor

as i find myself doing quite frequently as of late, i'm currently straddling alex's lap. my hands are tangled into their hair, while their hands are placed on my waist. their lips are on mine as the weeknd is playing in the background.

i smiled against their lips, and i pulled back some. of course, they just chased after me, and they tried to press their lips back to mine.

"c'mere," they muttered teasingly.

"let me breathe," i teased back.

they let out a dramatic sigh, and they slumped back against my couch cushions. they kept their hands on my waist as they held eye contact. i shook my head and rolled my eyes, though there was a smile on my lips. i dropped my hands to my lap.

"you're so fake," they claimed.

"for not wanting to pass out from a lack of oxygen?" i raised a brow. "yeah, okay."

"dramatic ass," they let out a puff of air.

my brows knitted together. "says you."

their eyes narrowed at me. "i'm not dramatic."

"yeah, right," i agreed sarcastically.

they rolled their eyes. they then glanced to the side. "what time is it?"

"uh..." i trailed off. i reached over to grab my phone off of the armrest of the couch, and i checked the time. "almost one p.m."

"okay. i've got a piercing appointment at four-thirty," they mentioned.

"ou, what are you getting?" i raised a brow.

"a side labret," they briefly moved their hand from my waist to touch their pinky to the left side of their bottom lip. they then placed their hand back on my waist. "i wanna eat before i get it though, 'cause i can't imagine that it would be pleasant to eat after i get it."

"i think it'll suit you," i gave a nod. i then gave a skeptical look. "but you do realize that this means we won't be able to kiss until it heals, huh?"

their face dropped. "wait... fuck, i didn't even think about that," they glanced around the room. "where the fuck is my phone? i've gotta cancel this shit."

i laughed loudly. "see, you're dramatic as hell."

they stopped looking for their phone, and they turned to look at me with narrowed eyes again. "shut up, brat."

my jaw dropped, and my face flushed. they gave a small smirk. their hands shifted down some before they swiftly flipped us so that my back was on the couch and they were hovering over me.

"we've got about an hour of free time. i say we spend it making out, since we won't be able to for a while after i get my lip pierced," they suggested with a cheeky grin.

"needy ass," i couldn't help but tease before i wrapped my arms around their neck and pulled them down to kiss them.

•

"this shit didn't even hurt," alex commented only a few moments after the piercer put the jewelry in their lip.

"really?" i made an unbelieving face.

"nah, it was about the same as my septum, honestly," they hummed.

"your septum didn't hurt?" i made another face.

"no," they snickered.

the piercer handed alex a mirror so that they could see their new piercing. alex smirked.

"this shit looks sexy, huh?" they smirked.

"you? sexy? i think you have the wrong person," i quipped.

they kissed their teeth, but winced right after. "saylor, don't play with me right now."

i giggled. "mm, yeah, i guess it is," i agreed, still in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

they raised their middle finger at me. "fuck you; it's sexy, and you know it is!" they huffed, and they looked in the mirror again. "as sexy as it is though, i'ma change it to a hoop as soon as it heals."

i bit my lip. "i think you should."

they glanced over at me, and they gave a subtle smirk. "oh, don't worry; i will."

alex talked with their piercer for a few moments and paid them before we left the tattoo parlor. we headed down the sidewalk, in the general direction of alex's apartment. it was nearing five in the afternoon.

it's been over a week since me and alex started to produce floral & fading together. the day after that, we got jessie and miguel in the studio, and we practically finished the song.

since then, alex has stayed over at my apartment three times. unlike the last time they stayed over, they actually slept in my bed with me. each time, i woke up before them. somehow, we always managed to end up cuddled together by the morning.

not that i'm complaining. they're comfy and warm. that, and you can never go wrong with cuddling.

that being said, i've yet to stay over at alex's apartment... or even go into their apartment at all, for that matter. i've only seen the inside of it once, when i went off of them for not coming to practice, and even then, i barely saw it.

we eventually made it to alex's apartment complex. we went up the elevator and then walked to their apartment. when we got to their door, they leaned back against it, and they grabbed my waist to pull me so that i was standing in front of them. they looked down at me.

"are you finally going to let me in your apartment?" i teased as i raised a brow.

they seemed to consider it for a moment. their eyes then widened. "no," they blurted out quickly. their face scrunched awkwardly. "wait, sorry— just, not tonight. soon though."

my brows knitted together briefly. "okay..." i trailed off unsurely.

"it's nothing bad," they were quick to assure. "i've just got a lot of shit that needs to be taken care of first."

"that's fine," i gave a small chuckle.

they let out a small sigh as they continued to look down at me. they then dipped their head with an annoyed groan. "i was gonna kiss you, but i already forgot about my fucking piercing."

i giggled. "you better hope this is the fastest healing piercing ever, then."

"yeah, 'cause i'm already sick of this shit," they huffed.

i shook my head with another laugh. i then stood on my tiptoes, and i pressed a soft kiss to the corner of their mouth that didn't have the piecing. as i got off my tiptoes, i could see the shocked, flustered look on their face.

"goodnight, handsome," i scrunched my nose up.

before i turned around to leave, i couldn't help but to giggle at the way their cheeks started to quickly turn red as their jaw dropped slightly.

•

a/n ayooo

thoughts?

any predictions?

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