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𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 -𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓹𝓽.𝓽𝔀𝓸

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔:𝓐𝓷𝓭𝓲 𝓐𝓰𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓲 × 𝓜𝓙'𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓷!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 ⟸ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓹𝓽.𝓸𝓷𝓮 ⟹ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓸

Summary: Andi swore off of love after Emilia left. When her band blew up over the summer she travelled throughout Mexico leaving a trail of rebounds but now the school year was starting and MJ's younger cousin was her newest target.

Andi walked beside you, hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket. The two of you falling into easy conversation about the school's many scandals. Last school year Andi's band had been the cause of multiple scandals from starting fires to sx tapes but as your sister always said any press is good press.

"Media training really is dead," you said, smiling at one of her jokes. It was honestly unfair how she managed to be both the most gorgeous girl you've seen and funny.

Even without the stage lights or the photographers she still managed to look untouchable, too beautiful to be real.

"I'm sure you'll fit right in." She glanced over at you, her mouth tugging into a smirk.

You would've been offended if she wasn't probably right. Considering your sister was the definition of a PR nightmare and you two had a lot more in common than you'd like to admit you weren't expecting to stay under the radar.

"I'm an angel,” you said, pretending to sound hurt.

"You're a lot of things but I doubt angel is one of them.”

"You barely know me."

"I know that you've been flirting with me since I found you in the hallway.” Her eyes stayed on you waiting for a reaction, an acknowledgment of what you both knew was true.

"Fair point," you relented. There was no point in denying it. Not when she had caught you eye fucking her twice. There was nothing subtle about the way you wanted her.

You looked around trying to figure out where you were going. At some point Andi had gone from being in front of you to being beside you and the tour became mindlessly wandering around. You didn't mind the change though. Talking to her felt easy. She was as captivating off stage as she was on and as attractive.

As you walked through the halls with her you couldn't help but notice the looks. People whispered as she walked by some staring with admiration others with judgement. She didn't seem to care walking as if heads weren't turning for her. You however couldn't help feeling the weight of the whispers.

A part of you enjoyed it. Everyone wanted in on Rebelde, especially Andi. When the band blew up she became a fan favourite especially among the girls. You enjoyed the envious looks and the not so subtle pictures being taken. You had something they wanted. For a moment you had her and you were going to make it last as long as possible.

"Girls dorms are up ahead just a little farther," Andi said, starting to walk slightly in forward as if just now remembering she was supposed to be giving a tour. You would've enjoyed aimlessly roaming around with her for a while longer but you knew you'd find some way to extend the tour.

You both turned a corner going into the dorm hallway. Most of the doors were open with people just starting to settle in. You saw glimpses of each room. They were all identical with small layout changes. You had seen the dorms while on call with MJ but being here was completely different. They were perfect.

Andi looked at you as you stared into the dorms. "They're pretty sweet right."

It probably seemed ridiculous to her how excited the dorms made you. You were sure you had the look of an overly enthusiastic first year but you didn't mind. This was a dream come true and you wanted to savour every part of it.

"I guess," you said with a shrug.

“Lemme guess you're used to having a nice big room to yourself in daddy's huge house.” If her adorable face wasn't so distracting you might've actually taken offence to the joke. But it was and you were helpless against her amused face.

“Fuck off,” you said rolling your eyes and trying not to smile.

“That's not a no.”

“It's complicated.” You thought back to the messages you'd received earlier. It was a lot more than complicated. It was a mess. One you weren't in the mood to look at.

“So mysterious...Do you know your assigned room yet?” You did but there was no reason you had to go so soon. Not when you had her all to yourself.

"I do but why go now." You paused for a minute letting her think about what you were implying before continuing. "I got a sneak peak at my roommates and it's some child star and influence so I'll stay out here as long as possible."

"I'll pray for you." You rolled your eyes at her silently hoping you wouldn't need her prayers. With people you usually had low expectations but this was a fresh start.

There was no point in judging the girls before you had met them. Especially since you had stalked them both on social media and hadn't found any scandals or problematic incidents.

The influencer, Mia, seemed like a teenager who just happened to become famous. There was nothing shiny or aspirational about the life she showed online. While the actress, Demi, had been in the limelight her entire life. Everything about her image was perfectly crafted.

"Sounds like way too much ego in one room for me," she said, filling the silence.

"I'll survive." If there was one thing living with your father had taught you it was how to live with someone who's ego suffocated those around them (and how to handle a drunk). "I've delt with worse."

Andi tilted her head slightly. Her deep brown eyes filled with curiosity. You knew she wanted to ask but she wouldn't. Some things were better left unsaid.

"If the egos get too suffocating, you know where to find me."

You already knew you would but you also knew this wasn't the beginning to some sweet love story. As charming as Andi was, you weren't delusional enough to mistake her for some soft-hearted romantic. And that was fine, you weren't looking for that either. Not this time.

You had your own shit to handle. Falling into another mess would only drag you down, and Andi? Andi was a mess no matter how pretty she looked. You knew everything about everyone MJ knew especially Andi. The ugly breakup. The rebound parade over the summer. Andi didn’t do relationships, she did distractions.

"Actually, I don't," you said, pretending to look around like you were lost. "You still haven't shown me your dorm."

"I didn't realise that was a part of the tour.” She motioned ahead, stepping forward with a shrug. “It’s just down this way."

"Here we are."

Andi opened the door. Her hand lingered behind her for you to grab. You took it as she led you into the room. Your eyes wandered through the room noticing all the bags already being out and somewhat unpacked. Each bed had its own area, two of which were on platforms, sectioned off by a wooden border.

"Which one's yours," you said while closing the gap between you and Andi.

"It's the platform on the right.."

"I wouldn't mind standing here a bit longer," Andi said, her eyes moving from yours to your lips and back. Her thoughts clearly written on her face. "But I guess I could show you."

You followed her to the stairs and onto the platform.

Andi laid back against the headboard and her eyes following you while she took off her letterman jacket. Hidden underneath were tattoos running along both her arms. The tattoos varied with some being large pieces of art while others were tiny doodles.

You climbed onto the bed laying beside her on your stomach.For a moment there was comfortable silence as you took each other in. Her eyes watched yours as they trailed over her body. The sheer shirt she wore left little to the imagination with only a bra underneath. You noticed the outline of nipple piercings poking through her bra.

“As much as I love my view right now you'd look so much better kissing me.”

You were on your knees now hovering over her. She looked completely helpless under you, waiting. Her eyes pleading and hungry. A part of you wanted to take her right then.

“Say please,” you said, moving your face closer as if to kiss her but stopping.

“Please kiss me y/n,” Andi pleaded. Your stomach curled at her words.

Your lips softly pressed against hers going slowly, needing to savour the taste of her sweet lips. The soft kiss quickly turned into more.

Her tongue slammed into your mouth.

Her hands found their way into your hair.

You looped your legs on her sides hovering over her without stopping the kiss.

You could barely pull away long enough to breathe before she would go in for more. It was messy and rushed. It was perfect. It wasn't passionate kisses born out of need for each other but more so need to forget. Need for a distraction. Weren't those always the best though.

“Mhmm” you let out before coming up for air. You straightened up allowing yourself to fully sit on Andi while trying to catch your breath. Her lips were slightly swollen and covered in your lip products. Her curls made a mess by your hands. You enjoyed seeing her like this. Seeing what you'd done to her in such a short amount of time.

The untouchable Andi Agosti. She was an idea, a fantasy, the persona that had people lining up all summer to watch her band perform. And now you were here in her bed watching her look at you like you were the only thing in the world. It was intoxicating.

. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

"Orientation's almost over,” Andi said causing you to look up from her neck. You rested your head in the crook of her neck, a small sigh escaping your lips. You wanted to savour this moment as long as possible. Maybe if you just stayed in her arms time would stay still.

Being with her felt so easy. There was no time to think about anything else, not when she made you feel so free. It was just you and her. But time wouldn't slow, especially not for you. And that was okay for once. For once there was nothing to run from. No reason to need an escape. Today you wouldn't need to fight against time.

"You might wanna button your shirt back up, not that I don't love seeing it undone.” Her voice brought you back down to earth. Her eyes stayed on your lace bra while she spoke.“I doubt my roommates would enjoy it as much as me.”

You had almost forgotten whose bed you were in. Not Andi the star, Andi your cousin's best friend. The same cousin who would be here in a few minutes. It wasn't like you had done anything wrong. Andi was her own person; she didn't belong to MJ. So why did you feel guilty?

“How much longer,” was all you could manage while trying to shove down the guilt.

“There's like seven minutes left. My roommate just texted me.”

“I need to get up.”

“Do you really have to?” Andi leaned in, her hands holding your waist a little tighter as she went for another kiss. You only indulged her for a moment, finding it impossible to say no. Now kissing her felt wrong, dirty. Knowing that you'd have to face MJ in a few minutes turned it sour. The guilt still lingered as you pulled away.

Andi's hands fell from your hips leaving them feeling bare. Her eyes staying on you as you got up and went to the mirror. You tried to ignore the feeling of Andi's eyes following you. If you looked at her she'd find some way to pull you back into bed.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and started to fix your hair. Unlike Andi's curls it hadn't been made a mess. She had tied it up for you a little after you had gotten on her lap so all you had to do was put it down and run your fingers through it. You slipped Andi's hair tie on your wrist like a souvenir. Something to prove this had actually happened.

Your makeup had stayed mostly the same and in that moment you had never been more happy about 12 year old you getting into makeup so early. Your lip combo wasn't as intact as the rest of your face, most of it still on Andi. Thank Beyonce you had the products in your purse.

While on her lap your skirt had lifted to the point of your ass being out which you didn't necessarily mind but this wasn't exactly the time or place. You pulled it down letting the fabric mold around your hips, stopping a few inches below your ass. Despite the constant movement your stockings had stayed in place without any rips.

You buttoned up your shirt leaving one undone to show off your bra. Looking in the mirror you couldn't help admiring yourself and your outfit. Knowing you weren't the only one admiring you turned around giving Andi a show. “Enjoying the view sweetheart?”

“So much.” You could drown yourself in the way she looked at you and maybe you would but not today.

. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

“Andiii,” a soft female voice called out.

You looked up to see Jana standing at the doorway. Her eyes met yours and you watched as she processed what was happening. Her eyes moved between you and Andi who was wiping her face clean of your makeup.

At first she looked confused at who you were but then the recognition set in. You pictured all the times you had said hi to her on call flashing through her mind. You could've just said surprising MJ was why you had been in the room but then she looked at Andi.

It must've seemed normal at first. You and Andi sitting together. At least until she noticed that you were too close. That Andi's hand was resting too high on your thigh, her fingers rubbing. If that wasn't enough Andi still hadn't wiped off your makeup leaving a glossy imprint on the sides of her mouth.

She didn't enter the room, just stood there trying to make sense of what she was seeing.

“What the fuck.” She looked like was about to go into shock as her eyes flickered between the two of you. “y/n… Andi.”

“I can explain.”

Andi was now the one with the confused look on her face. “Am I missing something here? Do you guys know each other?”

“She doesn't know?”

“Doesn't know what?” Andi asked.

“I hadn't exactly gotten to that yet Jana,” you snapped. Now was as bad a time as any.

So you did, you told Andi you were MJ's cousin. The same little cousin who she had heard about for a year now. The one who was strictly off limits to everyone. The mystery Andi always wondered about. That was you.

Mj and you had always been close which meant constant calls and photo dumps. When she first got to EWS she would call you every night. You remembered Andi teasing her about it, making jokes about her “mystery boyfriend.” You also remember Andi asking MJ if you were hot after finding out you were in fact a girl and MJ throwing a pillow at her saying you were her little cousin and that Andi was gross.

She seemed like she didn't wanna believe it at first. Maybe she was expecting someone younger, less attractive, more catholic. You were everything MJ wasn't. The two of you didn't even look alike. No one who knew the two of you would think you were cousins.

“Wow you definitely could've told me this before we almost did it.” Fair enough. You should've and you knew that but it was nice to pretend. Just for a little bit you were someone else. The rush of meeting someone new always swept you up, made you forget about consequences.

You'd deal with Andi later but first Jana.

You and Andi could at least agree that MJ didn't need to know about your tour. It would only take away from her excitement about you coming. You didn't even know how you'd bring it up. Not after years of waiting. How do you see your favourite person after years of being apart and tell them you almost slept with their best friend.

As for Andi she understood why you didn't want MJ to know. You were she also had her own reasons, If you were her you wouldn't want to tell MJ. It would make things complicated and Andi didn't do complicated.

Jana wasn't as understanding.

“I'm not lying to her.” That was honestly funny coming from Jana. Her and MJ had been at each other's throats towards the end of last year. It had gotten slightly better over summer but they definitely weren't friends anymore.

“It's not lying, it's just not saying anything.” You figured Andi would have a better chance convincing her so you stayed quiet watching them. They were bandmates and roommates so you assumed they were close or at the very least friends.

And somehow Andi managed to get her to agree not to say anything.

Voices came from the hallway shortly after Jana had calmed down making your breath stop. You could've recognised MJ's voice from miles away. The voice messages and random videos before she went on stage or on her extra busy days when she couldn't call, which was most days, had kept you going.

“Luka you just have to be…” MJ stopped a few inches away from the door. Her eyes widened at the sight of you.

“NO WAY,” she screamed running to you. Her arms wrapped around you quickly making you almost tipped over. For a moment you were kids again running to each other at every family party. She did most of the running, sometimes knocking you over in the process.

"Hi,” you managed to say while MJ pressed you tighter against her. You couldn't tell if she missed you or was trying to suffocate you. Maybe both.

“Are you tryna kill her?”

"Sorry." MJ pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes wide and glassy. "I swear, I thought I was seeing things," she said, letting out a shaky laugh. "You’re really here... I can’t believe it!"

She didn’t even give you time to answer before pulling you into another hug, even tighter than the first one.

"Surprise.” MJ pulled away at the words and you noticed the tears threatening to pour out of her eyes. You really hoped she didn't cry. When she cried, you cried. Her parents used to say you were linked. As a kid every emotion she felt you felt times two.

“Wait, that's why you weren't at orientation,” she said, turning to Andi. “I knew something was up but I never would've guessed this.”

“What can I say, I'm the best best friend ever.”

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doomedyurilover09 · 3 months ago

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𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 -𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓹𝓽.𝓸𝓷𝓮

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔:𝓐𝓷𝓭𝓲 𝓐𝓰𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓲 × 𝓜𝓙'𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓷!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

⟹ 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓹𝓽.𝓽𝔀𝓸

You stared out the window as your older sister pulled into the driveway of what would soon be your home for the next three years—Elite Way High.

“You shouldn’t come out,” you said before your sister could unlock the doors. “I don’t want any extra attention.”She gave a half-smile, almost sad.

“Okay, well... I guess this is goodbye then, kid.”

“I’d say I’m gonna call you every week and all that, but we both know I won’t.”

“I’d still appreciate a call every once in a while. Or a text. This place can be tough. If you need someone, I’m here.”

“You got me out of that house and here. You’ve done enough. I want to do this on my own.” And for the first time in a long time, you weren’t lying.

This was a fresh start. No more rules, no more walking on eggshells. You weren’t a scared kid anymore or a protector—you were finally free.And deep down, you really believed you’d be okay this time. Maybe this was the moment you’d been waiting for your entire life. This was the “things will get better” every social worker and school counciler had talked about.

“Besides,” you added, cracking a small smile, “I’ve got MJ. I won’t be completely alone."

. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The freshmen were clumped together in a loose circle, some wearing awkward smiles and shuffling restlessly, but most standing confidently, like they already belonged here. A girl—who you assumed was a senior—stood in front, talking about how amazing the school was and how you had barely earned your spot. But with your earbuds still in, you could barely hear a word.You let your eyes wander, scanning the crowd for anything or anyone remotely interesting.

It didn’t take long for your gaze to land on a familiar face slipping past the group.

Andi.

The same Andi who’d been living rent-free in your head ever since MJ first sent you a picture. You only caught a quick glance as she walked by, side by side with Jana—MJ’s other bandmate—but it was enough. She was even more attractive in person. Effortless. Cool without trying. The kind of girl you noticed, even when you didn’t want to.

Distracted by Andi, you didn’t realize something had fallen out of your pocket until you felt someone tap your shoulder.

"It fell," a guy said, handing you some money. You had smelled him—or rather, the weed he had smoked—before you even got a good look.He had that kind of look that screamed trouble. Golden-brown skin, like he lived in the sun, and messy dark curls. His eyes were a deep brown, almost black, and there was a small cut through his eyebrow. Tattoos covered his arms, black ink standing out against his skin, and there was a small one under his right eye that looked like it had been there forever.

"I'm Dominic," he said casually.

You ended up sticking together as the tour started, mostly in silence. Dominic just slightly behind, whispering comments every once in a while. He seemed funny, maybe a little rude, but you didn’t mind.

"Do you think all of our egos will grow that big by senior year?" he whispered.

"You're almost there, and it’s only your first year," you shot back.

"Wow. That hurt."

"I'm so sorry, you two in the middle," the tour guide suddenly said, loud enough to snap everyone's attention toward you. You and Dominic froze as the guide stared into your souls. "I didn't realize there was something more interesting happening than you being given a tour of the best school in Latin America."

You and Dominic shared a quick glance, trying to hold back your laughter. Hearing Dominic chuckle under his breath only made it worse, and judging by the tour guide’s glare, it definitely didn’t help.

"Anyways," the guide said sharply, "if you two are done talking, some of us would like to finish this tour."

"Mhm," was all you could get out without laughing.

The group kept walking till you reached a glass display case of a famous band from the school. People started taking pictures and talking amongst themselves.

"We should take a pic, you know, document our first day."

"Awee, lemme guess—your mom told you to get pictures," you teased. Rolling his eyes Dominic handed you his phone.

He stood in front of the glass case, hands in his pocket looking down while you took the picture. He did a few more poses slowly getting more ridiculous with each one.

"A few more, come on please... For me."

"Fine."

This time you stood with him using the back camera of ur phone. After a what felt like twenty photos but was probably like five the group was being told to move again. You started following, but then your phone buzzed in your hand.

You glanced down.

Unknown number

It’s dad. Text me back when you get this, we need to talk.

You froze.

"Let's go," Dominic said, glancing at you and then at your phone. His expression shifted slightly. "Need a minute?" he asked, his voice lower, like he already knew the answer.

"Yeah... go ahead, I'll catch up," you said, forcing a tight lipped smile.

He nodded once before jogging to catch up with the group, leaving you standing there blankly staring at your phone.

You knew he'd find you at some point but it wasn't supposed to be now. You thought you'd have time. But he'd always fund you. Except this time you're not a scared little kid.

Your hand instinctively moved toward the cart tucked in your pocket before you remembered you were still out in the open. Deep breaths would have to work for now. At least until you could find somewhere more private to smoke.

"Don't tell me Victoria already scared you off." You turned to see Andi walking towards you. For a moment you didn't think she was talking to you at least until she was right in front of you leaning against the lockers.

There was no way this was happening now.

"The awful highlights were scarier than her " you said managing to crack a smile. You put your phone back in your pocket saving that problem for later. You couldn't focus on your father right now and Andi seemed like a cute distraction. "Someone should really tell her about that."

"Trust me, we've tried," she said stepping closer.

Andi smirked, a slow kind of smile that made everything else disappear for a second. She didn’t say anything, just let her eyes trail over you spending a little longer on ur chest before looking back up at you.

You wondered if she knew who you were. Nothing about your looks gave it away. The only indication of who you were was the bracelet hiding under your sleeves.

"I should probably get back to the tour, she'll might actually say something important." You weren't exactly excited to get back to the tour but knew you probably should. Andi was cute, but she was trouble. MJ had told you enough to know you should stay way.

"Trust me she won't."

You shifted, pretending to hesitate. "Unless you're planning on showing me around, I should probably go back. Do you know where they went?"

Andi let out a quiet breath that was almost a laugh. "Not idea... But I'm still a better tour guide than Victoria," Andi said starting to walk away.

Ditching orientation was a very you way to start the year. Now ditching orientation with Andi Agosti was something different. But if you went back to orientation you'd be restlessly thinking about the text.

With Andi you could escape. You'd be someone else for as long as she was with you. You'd pretend not to know about the drugs and the girls and when she asked about your past you'd stretch the truth making it seem nicer than it was.

"Did she already show you the music room?" Andi asked, glancing over her shoulder.

"Yeah but," you said, catching up to her. "When are we actually allowed to touch the instruments?"

Andi smiled, the corner of her mouth pulling up just slightly.

"You can now."

She turned a corner like she knew the halls by heart, leading you into a room full of instruments.

The space buzzed with the kind of energy you couldn’t fake — guitars, keyboards, drum kits all scattered around like they were waiting to be picked up. This was where people's dreams came true, where your dreams would come true.

"What do you play?" she asked, leaning casually against the wall close to the entrance, watching you.

Your fingers burned begging to touch every instrument. Even Andi couldn't distract you from this. You almost forgot she was there as you moved towards the instruments.

You touched the drums remembering how awful you were at them. They were beautiful but never for you. The guitar, though... that was different.

You grabbed one off the stand, the weight of it settling into your hands like it belonged there. Your fingers moved easily over the strings, tuning it quickly without even thinking.

The moment you started playing, you felt at ease, like you belonged. Your fingers found the chords easily, the guitar feeling like an extension of yourself. You started playing one of your sisters songs, soft at first, letting the familiar rhythm settle under your skin. The room seemed to shrink around you, everything fading except the music. Without thinking, you started singing — quiet at first slowly getting louder as you got into the song.

"So thanks for nothin. I knew I shoulda called your bluffing"

"Some things never change, you're crawling under my skin..."

You had never sung this song out loud without your sister. It was weird not hearing her voice blending with yours. You half expected it to sound bad or at least not as good without her but it didn't. Without her drowning out your voice you could actually hear the emotion behind the song. It was raw and not perfect but it was real.

"But I ain't had no business being in my feelings.”

"Living in my mental, baby, you would go insane. Overthink over the sink, I know I clogged the drain..."

You looked up and caught Andi staring at you, not bothering to try and hide it. You couldn't quite make out the look on her face.

According to your sister you had a way of distracting people in with your voice. Unlike her you couldn't do the catchy pop hits for you music was deeper. You wanted to capture people, draw them in and pull at their emotions.

"Enjoying the show, sweetheart?" you teased, unable to hide your smile, knowing full well she was. If there was one thing girls loved, it was a lesbian who played guitar.

The nickname had pulled a slow smirk out of her. She couldn't hide the way her cheeks flushed pink, the color standing out against her skin.

"You're really good."

"I know," you said, setting the guitar down and making your way toward her. Of course you were good. Music was in your blood. It was the one thing you had always done right. Music came to you more naturally than anything else. You had to be good.

Andi saying it still made you smile. She was an artist, one who had actually made it. There was no label, no connections to fast track her success. And she thought you were good. That meant something.

Andi didn’t move, watching as you came closer. You stopped in front of her tilting ur head slightly to look up at her. Her eyes moved from yours to your lips and back up begging you to make a move.

This was the part you enjoyed the most. Having a girl waiting made you feel alive, in control. You loved the moments before more than the physical intimacy itself. The way she looked at you, need filling her eyes, it made you feel high.

Just before you could lean in to kiss her your phone started ringing.

yes, I gotta get next to you

But you're so far away, yes, I gotta get next to you

“Nice ringtone.”

Searching for a heart another world away, you're alright

“Are you gonna get that?”

No. You already knew who it was and you had no interest in picking up his call. You pulled out your phone and swiped decline.

“Now where were we,” you said looking up from your phone and putting it into your pocket.

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