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small oneshot

it's a sort of get back into action you lazy tard story thing so forgive me if it sucks ass

I forgot how to write :c
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I buried my face in her lap. Moments passed by and we gradually adjusted to the silence. It wasn't awkward anymore, just... comfortable. Staying there, inhaling the scent of blueberries and grape, and just have her stroke the back of my head. We didn't need to speak, we understood eachother. It was a beneficial relationship, one of need, longing, comfort and want.

I came from a life of solitude, so I obviously didn't care from what other people thought of me; of us. But for her, she came from a rich background, something we both shared, but she was born from it, while I rejected it instead of accepting the lifestyle. She was expected to be brought up with properness, she was practically bred for perfection. The pressure on her was massive and she depended on me to keep her from the stress, and I depended on her to keep me from a life of teenage angst and rage.

"Hey, Avery?"

"Hmmm?"

She tossed around and turned to face me. I noticed that in the dim lighting her skin was incandescent and smooth, pale as the moon, and I couldn't resist stroking away a loose strand of hair that got in her face.

It was the first time I paid close attention to her features.

Her colbat blue eyes were as deep as the cerulean sea itself, and her raven tresses cascaded down her shoulders in perfect curls. Her smile lit up the room and her lips were plump and pink—

She was-

Breathtaking.

I woke up from my trance as her fingers interlaced with mine. Her hand was cold and clammy, and mine was rough as sandpaper. We laid there on the bed for what seemed like eternity, just staring at eachother. I even flushed from embarrassment when she kissed me on the nose and beamed.

"Your freckles are cute."

She chuckled when she said that, and kissed me on the top of my forehead. I let out a sigh of relaxation and wrapped my arms around her waste, and our noses touched. Cuddling became natural and neither of us minded it.

"Well, everything about you is cute."

"Hehe."

She snuggled into me and we were tangled in her pink bedsheets, hugging and falling asleep as time passed by.

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Omg this isn't even a oneshot this is like a fucking short story

I'm sorry guys

This was originally a scene from a story I'm planning on starting

I'll probably just call it something stupid like 'les-be-friends'

Meh

I will regret this

So much

This might just end up into a thread where I just pos drabbles of them

Yeah

That sounds nice

Bluh

 

*waist

Omfg

 

Yeah, it's a girl x girl relationship.

Should i stick to drabbles or make it a full story? D:

I stop writing stories at like chapter 3 rofl

Which sucks ;n;

 

I'm just brainstorming for the plot ideas. I've already got the prologue planned out but I'm not sure about chapter 1. They're both teenagers, but since I'm not even one I don't know how to capture how a normal teenager or a really repressed one would feel. All I know is that it's stressful as fuck. e.e

 

@FPS

lol do i know you

you seem familiar but i can't remember

pft