-Stefan, is that you? Or is it Damon?-
Lili's PoV
It was Sunday today and I've been watching Netflix marathons for a whole week.
"OMG no! Elena! Noooo!" I shout at the screen when Elena from TVD turn-oops...I almost ruined it for those who haven't watched it yet.
Sorry.
The tea was just about to get hotter when the door which leads to my balcony slams open with a harsh wind.
"Stefan, is that you?" I say dramatically. "Or is it Damon?"
"Who's Stefan...and Damon?" A familiar voice says with possessiveness laced in it.
"Oh, it's just you." I say uninterested.
He walks in my room and gives me a blank look.
"What are you doing here anyway?" I ask.
He shrugs and plops on my bed.
I give him a hard glare which he returns back to me.
"You look so adorable." He pinches my cheeks and I swat his hand away, frowning.
(a/n: I literally had to type 'pinches' over and over again cause it kept showing 'punches' lol)
"What are you doing here?" I cross my hands over my chest.
He shrugs. "Who knows? Maybe I just want to be with my Shortcake."
I give him a blank look.
"Listen here, my giraffe, if you wanna stay, you have to endure watching probably 4 seasons of TVD with me." I say proudly.
He shrugs.
"Can you st-" He cuts me off by hugging my waist and snuggling his face in my stomach.
"Anything to be with my Shortcake." He says. I froze.
Is he OUT OF HIS MIND?! He's drunk right? He's definitely drunk. There's no way he would do this in his normal state.
"Stop overthinking." His voice comes out muffled by my-or should I say Kyle's shirt which I stole.
"Fine, but I want one of your sweatshirts." I say.
He looks at me. "Why?"
I give him a blank look which I have been doing a lot recently.
"Because it's comfy." I say. "Now, shut up and let me watch TVD.
...
An hour later, I was snuggled against his chest while his chin was on my head and he was playing with my hair.
Damon rips out that jerkface's heart out which was undeniably hot with his signature smirk while Stefan scolds him like a father and give him a long talk.
I yawn unladylike.
"I'm sleepy." I say.
"Then sleep." Ryder says.
"But I wanna watch this." I pout.
"Then watch it." He says, uncertainly.
"But-" He cuts me off.
"Just go to sleep." He kisses my forehead and I nod, letting sleep embrace me.
And the only thing on my mind was,
What are you doing to me, Ryder Blacc?
And what happened to the popcorn.
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