𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤

29

Hands up it's a stick up

Nobody's leaving this room for a minute

Everyone's breathing these fumes

That are in it

Sick of the people who make the decisions

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staying home.

my home was always so cozy. I moved out of my parents house when I was 17. everyone around me questioned my actions, pretty hard. well my parents, they... they weren't okay.

my mom for years have thought I was sleeping with her husband. he's not my biological father so that's why she panicked. well she would check both our phones constantly and make fights over simple text messages. it got to the point one night she swung on me because she thought we were having intimate relations.

I had to leave. I left them in my home town and drove to LA. definitely glad about that decision. there I grew up fully with those four boys. plus everyone else they introduced me to along the way.

me and myself, we got a good job. I saved up for a while but Sammy kept insisting he could help. finally I gave in, except i only wanted a little extra cash for the couch.

nope! he did not settle for that.

him and I went out and ordered my whole house. a big, curved, many person seating couch, plus a big plush foot rest. (I don't know what those things are called.) he got me a hella comfy king sized bed, a nice bed frame and headboard. he bought me a giant mirror I have on my wall, with a large dresser under it. I had that for underwear, socks, things like that plus I used the top for miscellaneous items. but in my bedroom, I had a massive walk in closet.

he planned out buying me a little vanity with drawers for makeup. he promised me he was going to, quote-unquote, "be my makeup supplier and stock me the fuck up". he kept his promise and too my protests filled it with tons of makeup over time.

he was always sweet towards me... I always had a small crush on him. I mean, how can you not? his smile is contagious, his eyes are so bright, he makes everyone laugh. he's just a great person to be around. I couldn't thank him enough for all he's done for me.

anyways

in my fridge I had strawberries, bananas, and oranges. they all sounded good so I chopped up the strawberries, then the bananas and got the oranges into the little pieces.

then I put them on a plate and walked back to my couch. my curtains were drawn, and Netflix was on my television.

I curled back up in my comforter and began eating. this week I decided to watch Dexter, a weird show my mom never let me watch. it's something different from my vampire diaries and such.

it was quiet, just me and the tv until my phone began vibrating over and over. it was Nate. "hey baby." he said. he sounded tired. he'd be at the studio since noon today, after two nights of partying. he was so sluggish.

"I'm at home but I have nothing to do. Sammy is with Emily and I want to see you." he whined. I chuckled and picked up a strawberry.

"come over then. it's what, only kinda late?" Nate chuckled and said he was on his way. I turned off Dexter and put it on vampire diaries. he likes making fun of me when I swoon over the pretty boys.

he arrived shortly and flopped on the couch behind me. his arm wrapped around my waist and he dug his face into the blanket.

"so. tired!" he groaned. I chuckled and paused the show, turning around to face him. my body moved the blanket with me so I wrapped it around the both of us.

"before you fall asleep you need to get out of those uncomfortable clothes."

"but I wanna cuddle, right now!" he pulled me closer and didn't let loose. it was cute. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, so he could be closer.

both of us held each other tight. he moved his head in the crook of my neck while I held his head, my fingers in his soft hair.

"baby- I want to get a tattoo." with that he turned his head to look up at me.

"tattoo?" he questioned. "where?" I grabbed his hand and moved it to my forearm.

"here."

on my birthday I'm getting a tattoo guys!!!!! so excited!!