bite // [skam / chris schistad]

sytti-fire

saturday 09:47

i'm staring at chris.

he proposed to me last night, mid-fucking, and then didn't mention anything when i didn't give him an answer.

"what?" chris asks, peeking one eye open, and putting a hand on my face, stroking my eyebrow. "i can feel you staring at me. what's on your mind?" he asks, pulling me in so my head is resting on his chest.

"i-nothing." i shake my head, staring at the door.

"nothing? you've been staring at me for ten minutes."

"you said marry me last night." i blurt out. "and i'm not even eighteen yet."

"yeah, the two days until your birthday will kill me." he rolls his eyes. "but i want to spend my life with you, piper. you're the most important part of my life. my world revolves around you and i love you so much." he kisses the top of my head. "and it doesn't have to be now, or soon, but if you want, i'll get you a simple ring, and that could be a promise ring or something."

"my mom so said that i would love this." i say, tears running down my face as i look up at him.

"oh no you're crying." he hugs me tighter and i kiss him. "i'll take all of this as a yes?"

"can we go looking for rings today?" i look up at him.

"aren't you tired?" he asks, his eyes droopy. "we've only been sleeping for like, less than six hours."

"yeah, i guess i am." i yawn. "later, then." i kiss his chest, my eyes falling closed.

"we're gonna get married one day." he says holding me tightly. "sick."

"idiot." i smile.

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saturday 12:42

"come on! wake up!" william shouts, walking into our bedroom. "i've been here for twenty minutes. breakfast is ready, let's go!" he screams, and then pulls off the blanket that was covering our naked bodies. "oh my god!" he screams, throwing the blanket back on us.

"sorry bro." chris says, confidently getting out of bed and putting on his clothes.

"i don't ever need to see your dick again, dude." william shakes his head. "ever."

"you used to love when i whipped my dick out for jokes."

"used to. now it's weird. it's been in my best friend."

"i thought i was your best friend." chris says, leaving the room.

"yeah, you still are." william shoots me a look that says to come quick before leaving the room and i put on one of chris' especially baggy shirts and a pair of panties before walking out to the kitchen, where there is a vanilla latte waiting for me.

"i've missed you being around, willi. i don't get vanilla lattes as much as i used to, and i just know having you around will change that." i kiss his cheek.

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