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"I want you and you want me, so what's the harm, babygirl?"
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She was the "bad guy" of the school, if you will. Me, on the other hand, was what...
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^ Hope's Outfit
Hope's POV Monday, December 28th
"Wake up, baby."
"I don't wanna." I whined.
She laid down on top of me, pressing her face into my neck. "Yes you do." She mumbled.
"No I don't."
"Yes. Come on, let's do something." She said.
"Like what?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.
"I don't know." She shrugged.
My eyes lit up and I sat up, accidentally pushing Billie off of me. She hit the ground, making a loud thud.
"Owies." She whined.
I looked over the side of the bed, looking at the floor where she was sprawled out on her back. "I'm sorry, bubba."
She sat up and crossed her legs. "Mhmm."
I jutted my bottom lip out. "I am." I dragged out. She raised an eyebrow. "I am, I am, I am. I'm sorry."
She smirked. "I know."
I crossed my arms. "I know." I mocked.
She stood up, leaning down to my ear. "Don't get an attitude with me, babygirl." She whispered.
She pulled away. "So was there a reason you pushed me off the bed?"
I frowned. "I said I was sorry." I mumbled. "But there was a reason, yes. Can I teach you how to play soccer today?"
She raised a questioning eyebrow. "Today?"
I nodded my head. "Pleaseeeeee bubba?" I whined.
"I should've never gave you that notebook. You know I can't say no when you call me that." She laughed, shaking her head.
I smirked. "I know." I sat up, wrapping my arms around her neck. "Can you pick out my outfit? Please?"
She pressed her lips to mine quickly. "Will do."
I smiled as I sat back down and watched as she walked over to my closet, picking through everything. A few minutes later, she came out of the closet and walked to my bed, handing me the outfit she picked out.
