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I'm glad she's finally able to do what she wants though. She spent her whole childhood being controlled by her father that she never got to do anything she wanted. Now she's got all the time in the world to do anything she wants to and I'll never take that away from her.
"Are you okay?" she whispers softly, "I don't want to make you upset or anything. I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't-"
"Shut up," I tell her.
"Excuse me sir-"
"You're going to make it into UTK and you're going to go and you're going to do whatever the fuck you want to do there, got it?" I assure her.
"Got it good babe," she scrunches her nose when she smiles and my heart does a flittery fucking thing.
"And you're going to punch guys who like you in the dicks and tell them you've got a man when they chase after your ass," I add, just to make myself feel better.
"And when I get arrested for that, you'll bail me out," she goes along with it.
"And I'm going to try drugs-"
"No, you're not," I shake my head at her.
"I was just kidding," she gives me a sly smile. She looks down at her hand.
"If the whole fed thing doesn't work out, take up being a nail artist," she smiles. I only roll my eyes. I gather my focus back on her hands and I feel her eyes on my face.
"I love you very much," she says suddenly and my heart flips.
"Kiss me bud," she mumbles, leaning closer to me.
"Don't call me bud," I grumble, pecking her lips.
"I do what I want," she retorts. She's not fucking wrong and that's the bad thing.
"Right now, I want an apple," she starts to get up.
"I'm not done yet, Azalea," I keep my grip on her hand.
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?Azalea?
Where's Grey?
Oh, he's just laying on top of me with his hand down the back of my pants. Excuse me? What does he think he's doing?
I squint down at him and notice his peacefully sleeping face.
I laugh evilly internally. I grip onto his nose and hold it closed. When his mouth wakes a weird sound and he starts to wake up, I lean my head back and act asleep.
He raises his head off me. I feel him move his body off me only to grab onto me and pull me on top of him.
He pulls my head down gently onto his chest and he presses a kiss to the top of my head.
Aw, I love him.
I feel a little bit bad now. I covered his nose so he couldn't breathe out of it and he went and acted like a sweetheart.
It would be funny if I farted.
Why do I think these things? I poke my finger in his belly button. Why do Idothese things?
