[being rewritten for the 1938473th time]
Sometimes love stories don't start with lingering stares and flirting. Sometimes it starts with the boy being hit over the head with a skateboard by the girl.
If it was up to Y/n L/n, she would read the summ...
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the sweetest pleasure i feel like we're gonna be together this could be the end of an era who knows, baby? this could be forever, forever
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I must've fallen asleep beneath the stars, because the next thing I remembered was waking up late into the morning and alone in Lloyd's bed.
It was raining. The sound coated the outside world and rapped along the rooftops of the monastery in sheets, soaked with the sun through the drawn curtains. Content, I stretched out beneath the warm duvet and inhaled the lingering scent of my boyfriend. My heavy eyes closed again.
My hand crawled up and clasped around my matching Yin medallion. I ducked my head beneath the covers with a smile.
Did that really happen? I held the proof of it in my hand but still couldn't wrap my head around it. Last night was so perfect that it felt like a dream. How could any of it have been real - the aurora, the vow, Lloyd's loveliness? Maybe I'd hallucinated it all.
The weight of the medallion resting against my fingers proved otherwise. I held it against my chest and willed my heart to slow down but alas, it refused to listen.
Where was he, anyway? I reemerged from beneath the duvet and glanced around his definitely-empty room. A small dragon sculpture and note on Lloyd's bedside table caught my searching gaze.
Gone for a mission. Be back soon, love you ♥ - hero
I smiled dopily at the hurried, messy scrawl of his handwriting. Love you, too.
I slipped out of bed and stretched. I was still wearing my clothes from the night before, and the waist of my jeans and my bra straps dug into my skin uncomfortably. My jacket was hanging from the back of his desk chair and my socks were in his hamper. I smiled to myself. It seemed that was his moral limit.
Did Lloyd fret about undressing me before deciding against it? Of course he would've. He was a gentleman.
I pulled open the drawer of my clothes and picked out a new set for the day, humming to the tune of an old Taylor Swift love song stuck in my head while I changed. I opened his closet and pulled out one of his hoodies. My arms wrapped around myself and I buried my face into the neckline, pretending it was Lloyd who held me. He hadn't even been gone for long and yet I yearned for him.
