And just like that, it’s Friday night. I caught up on all my work for this week, and I called the cheer coach last night to tell her that I was having a lot of personal issues and that I had to quit the team to focus on myself more. Which wasn’t a total lie, I guess.
I was just chilling on my couch laying with Josh that night when Este’s car pulled into my driveway. The game probably just ended, and her and Cam were coming over to hang out with us.
Josh’s suit was hanging up by the front door, he was spending the night here. We sat up as we heard a knock at my door, then Este opened it and came running over to me, dropping her bag at her feet.
“Oh my god! It looks so good!” she exclaimed. I had gone to the hair salon earlier today to get my hair done, I dyed it a darker brown then got caramel lowlights. I loved it. I’d been saving up to get my hair done for months, since I was also saving for a homecoming dress.
“Thank you, I love it so much,” I replied.
Josh put his arm around my shoulder. “It really looks great,” he said.
I laughed. “He’s said this every five minutes, I swear,” I told Este.
She laughed.
Cam came out of the bathroom in shorts and a t-shirt after changing out of his football clothes. Este was in a crop top and shorts; she had already changed out of the turquoise and white cheer uniform.
Este laid her blanket out on my floor in front of the couch, and I did the same. I threw a pillow down. All four of us sat down. Josh put his hand on my thigh, rubbing in small circles. I squirmed a little bit; his hands were freezing cold.
We all talked and laughed for hours, and it was fun seeing the friendship between Josh and Cam form. They died laughing every time each of them made a joke, even if it wasn’t that funny. They were making inside jokes and laughing and falling onto each other while laughing, and rolling around on the floor like children. Which made me and Este laugh a lot, too.
Este and Cam left a little after midnight, leaving me and Josh all alone.
“Babe, I love Cam. He’s so cool,” Josh said, with a huge smile lighting up his face.
I smiled. “I know, baby. You guys are like, besties, now. Este told me that Cam likes you a lot, too,” I told him.
His eyes widened and his smile spread even more, which I didn’t know was possible.
“That’s amazing! And we get to hang out again tomorrow, this is going to be amazing,” he said.
Before they left, me and Este planned a small get-together at my house with some of our friends after the dance. We were gonna go over to my house, have some snacks, and just hang out. It was me and Josh, Este and Cam, Alana and her boyfriend, Max, and Danielle with her date, Krish.
I was getting pictures at Este’s house tomorrow afternoon and then go back to my house with Josh until 9 p.m., when the king and queen were getting announced. We would go to school, I'd walk in all dramatic with the hood on my dress then toss it back, flip my hair, be a complete badass, throw the jacket in someone’s face, and just be dramatic and dark all night.
I fell asleep on Josh’s warm chest, so excited to be a badass bitch the next day.
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I woke up at 10 the next morning, and the smell of bacon got me jumping out of bed. I ran to my kitchen, where Josh was cooking breakfast with his AirPods in, dancing his heart out. I watched him dance for a few minutes while my heart melted inside my chest. He was so happy and carefree, and I loved that so much.
He turned around to grab something off the counter but his hand stopped moving when he saw me. His face lit up when he saw me. He picked me up at the waist and twirled me around a few times, just like what you see in the movies. Being with him felt like a movie.
He put me down, we were both laughing so hard that I struggled to breath. He took his AirPods out and put them on the counter, then grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in close. So, so close. Our chests were touching. He just gazed lovingly into my eyes, like he was trying to find himself in the depths of my pupils.
“Good morning, princess,” he whispered in my ear. He pulled me in closer and gave me a long, passionate, longing kiss that I returned.
We broke apart for a second to catch our breath, then went in for another. His hands became increasingly more PG-13. One of his hands was trying to get into the waistband of my shorts, and the other was up my shirt, pulling my body closer to his.
My thoughts were full of lust, wanting more of him. I didn’t feel guilty as sin, like I have before. I wanted more of this beautiful boy and his hot body. His lips pulled away from mine and they moved down to my neck. He picked me up and sat me on the counter top, then started kissing my collarbone.
He pulled back, taking it all in. “God, babe, you’re so perfect,” he said, with a bit of a rasp in his voice.
“So are you,” I replied, blushing a little bit with a flirty, needy smile on my face.
He turned around and turned off the stove, taking the bacon out of the pan. “I woke up at 8, and I was bored, so I went to the store, picked up some snacks for tonight, and stuff to make you breakfast. It was supposed to be breakfast in bed, but you woke up too early,” he said.
I smiled. “It’s perfect. We can still go back to bed and eat if you want,” I replied.
He smiled back at me. “Sounds great. The frittata will be done in a few minutes,” he told me.
“Oh my god! I love frittatas!” I exclaimed.
His smile spread. “Great!” he replied.
We smiled at each other. Josh’s shoulders bounced when he laughed, and it was so fucking adorable.
“What were you listening to when I came in? You were having a dance party without me,” I said.
He blushed and looked down at the floor. “This one song. It’s called As It Was. I don’t know, the lyrics are fun and the music, like the production, is really good. I like it,” he said.
I nodded. “I think I’ve heard it before, it is a good song,” I agreed.
My oven beeped, signaling that the frittata was done cooking. Josh turned it off and took it out, and it looked and smelled delicious.
He cut us out a piece and put bacon on each of our plates, and we went back into my room and sat in my bed. Josh pulled the covers up to our waists, covering our legs while we ate.
About halfway through my piece, I groaned. “God, this is amazing,” I said.
My boyfriend smiled. “Thank you,” he replied. “I actually love to cook. Every mother’s day, my mom would get breakfast in bed.”
I smiled. “That’s sweet,” I said.
He nodded and went back to finishing his bacon. When we were both done, he took both of our plates into the kitchen and came back shirtless.
He laid down beside me and pulled me in close, kissing my collarbone where he had left off. I sighed happily, letting him kiss me for a few minutes before pulling back.
He looked like a baby animal that had just been kicked. “What did I do wrong?” he asked, so innocently. Seeing him this sad hurt me. But I stayed strong.
“Babe, it’s okay. I have to start getting ready,” I told him.
He looked more sad. “Please? It’ll be quick, I promise,” he begged.
I laid back down beside him. “Yeah, I want it, too,” I said.
He smiled and pulled my shirt up and started kissing my sternum, moving down my torso slowly.
And that was that, as one can probably imagine what happened next.
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