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choruscas · 4 years

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suptober day 10: sweet rides

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October 10th, 1890 - Lawrence, Kansas

Castiel drew his breath in as the cold air of fall hit his face. He looked around the town, seeing no signs of anybody out.

Most of them were probably in saloons or shops of some sort, drinking their sorrows away with cheap whiskey and tapping all their fortunes out with gambling.

He had lived in this town his whole life, but downtown he has only recently grown familiar with it.

Two months ago, his parents disappeared from him. And the rest of his family either moved away from Lawrence or were arrested for felony and murder charges. Castiel wasn’t like that. Being the youngest in the Novak family was hard, but he managed. He was the last of the Novak’s and he never made any promises to carry the family name, since he wasn’t interested in women of any kind.

So he wouldn’t. Once he drew his dying and final breath, the Novak’s would be no more.

However, in the meantime, he could make fault of his name. He wasn’t the proudest of being a Novak, but like previously said, he managed.

Walking through the dirt roads, marked with horses hooves and wagon’s wheels after years of use, Castiel found himself at the Roadhouse, like he did every Friday night.

He enjoyed the company there, and the beer was cheap but it was decent. He wasn’t much of a drinker, as his mom had drank her heart out all his life, but alcohol was the norm, so he occasionally had a beer or two.

He went inside, pushing the doors forward to be greeted by Ellen Harvelle, the Roadhouse’s proud owner. She was serving a man, who Castiel had never seen before, with big ears and a long nose.

“Hello Ellen. Is Jo working tonight?” he smiled at her while approaching the counter. Jo Harvelle was younger and was also Ellen’s only daughter.

“Nah.” She shook her head. “She’s got studyin’ so she’s workin’ on that upstairs.”

Castiel nodded and looked around the room, there were the usuals that were normally around, like Bobby Singer with his friend Rufus Turner, Meg Masters (a devil in disguise, ask anybody) and...

Dean Winchester.

Town’s heartthrob. And Castiel would never admittedly say this, but also the only man Castiel had currently sought out for.

About a month ago, Dean’s father had died and so him and his brother moved all the way from Sioux Falls, South Dakota, to Lawrence. He became a regular and were familiar with some of the townspeople, since he had lived there until he was four. His mother had died in the paper’s fire at their house, and so they moved across the country. Since the town was celebrating its thirty-sixth anniversary soon, it meant that the town was still young, and so was Dean. John Winchester — thy boys’ father, was a state-famous cowboy, which gave Dean and his brother Sam a good name.

However, Castiel’s has barely usurped a full-on conversation with the man. Castiel was fairly confident, but pretty boys like Dean made his throat close up. Normally their conversations were around five minutes long, until some girl comes and ushers him away.

Although Castiel has never heard that Dean has gotten lucky with any of the women in the town. Maybe he kept it a secret, or maybe he wasn’t interested in sex. With a body like his, Castiel was surprised he didn’t. He could do so very easily, with anybody in the town who was willing.

“Hey, Cas!” Dean called out, waving a large arm up in the sky. Next to him was who he thinks was his younger brother, with shaggy hair and a lanky body, Sam Winchester.

Assuming Dean’s gesture was meant to usher him over, Castiel got up from his stool and walked over, taking off his black cowboy hat and placing it on the pool table once he got to his destination. Dean tipped his Stetson in greeting and flashed a toothy smile to Castiel, causing his cheeks to heat up.

“You here for a beer, angel?” Dean asked.

That was new.

“Uhm, yes. Like I normally am.” Castiel replied solemnly, a little bit skeptical since Dean was being extra flashy today.

Perhaps it was because Sam was around.

“Well,” he started. “I’d like ya to meet Sammy, my lil’ brother. Sammy, Castiel. Castiel, Sammy.”

Castiel nodded. “Nice to meet you, Sam.”

The younger brother stuck his arm out, signaling a handshake. It was firm, despite his young age. “You too.”

Dean gave his brother a grin and a wink and Sam had almost immediately left to go to the counter, instantly striking up a conversation with Ellen.

Odd.

“So, have you heard about Lucifer?” The question just popped up out of the blue. Dean was leaning on his cue pole, his hands over the top and his chin resting on his knuckles.

Castiel quirked his head and furrowed his eyebrows.

“The murderer, guy got his face on the wanted posters ‘bout two months ago. People are sayin’ he murdered two people and some animals or somethin’. I don’t gossip like some people do here but it’s somethin’ I’ve heard goin’ ‘round.”

He licked his lips. He hasn’t seen any wanted posters of any kind, so either he was blind or oblivious to his surroundings. Hopefully the latter.

“I haven’t. Is his real name Lucifer?” Castiel asked, now engaged in the conversation, curious.

“Naw, Lucas or somethin’. Lucas... Shurley, I’m pretty sure.” He bit his lip, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets.

Fuck.

“Lucas Shurley? I...” Castiel’s mouth went dry and the world suddenly got dizzy. “I need to sit down— o-or leave... I—“

Dean put down his cue stick, and it clattered to the ground. He gracefully swept over to where Castiel started leaning over the pool table. He put his hands on his back and laced his fingers with his to support him up.

“Cas?” His voice was soft, like of those of a kitten. “Hey... hey, man. Are you alright?”

“I have to go home—“ Castiel started, his stomach feeling like thousands of volcanic ruptures.

“I’ll take ya, man. How far do you live?”

Castiel looked up to face Dean. “About— about two miles up north. You... I can walk.”

“Walk? No. Where’s your horse?”

“Don’t have one anymore. Horse disappeared along with my parents.” Castiel said like it was nothing.

In all honesty, he didn’t believe it was nothing. He just didn’t want to worry Dean.

It was everything. Chuck and Naomi Novak were his favorite people in the world. Sure, the both of them smoked their lungs dry but without them, Castiel would be a goner. They’ve saved him, fixed him, in more ways and times than he could count.

“I’ll take ya, Baby can fit two.”

“Baby?”

“My black mare. God, she’s a beaut. Love o’ my life.” Dean smiled with pride.

Castiel nodded. That’s how Lincoln was to Castiel and his family. He was a very obedient crime colored horse, and he was very fond of him. However, after his parents disappearance, Lincoln had gone with them. Over and over Castiel theorized where they could’ve gone, but nothing of the sorts came to mind. They’ve always sort of stayed around Lawrence. Never the adventurous type, which was why their disappearance was odd.

Baby was a very comfortable horse, but it was even more comfortable to wrap his hands around Dean’s waist, feeling the rise and fall of his breath against his body. His chest was touching his back and Dean talked to him as Baby slowly rode ahead. Dean had reassured Castiel that since he didn’t feel well, Baby wouldn’t go as fast as she normally would’ve.

Hiding his blush in the night sky, Castiel’s eyes were weary and droopy. He never even got the time to get a beer, nor talk to anyone else. His trip was cut short. However, so was Dean’s.

“Sammy’s a genius, I’m tellin’ ya.” Dean filled the empty silence with something to talk about. “Been studyin’ to go to this new college called Stanford. ‘Bout five years old, fairly new. It’s all the way in California, poor guy.”

Castiel didn’t respond, but Dean could feel the nod of his body against him.

“You got any siblings?” Dean genuinely asked, cocking his head back to meet eye to eye with Castiel. Dean seemed like a good horseback, so he trusted him.

Castiel thinned his lips. “Yes... two. They don’t live around here anymore. Older brothers... uhm, Michael and Gabriel and-“

He stopped himself.

“And what?” Worry sort of filled Dean’s voice.

“I also have an older half brother... but I don’t talk to him. He sort of made my life a living hell growing up.”

“‘M sorry to hear that, Cas.”

Baby stopped in her tracks slowly, and Dean eyed Castiel’s cottage. It was on the outskirts of town, and the wooden place wasn’t the biggest, but it managed. He was proud of it. It’s been there since Lawrence founded in ‘64 and he wasn’t planning on demolishing it anytime soon.

Dean hopped off of Baby and grabbed Castiel’s hand to help him. The sickness started riling back in his gut and he walked to his front door quickly.

The wooden patio could barely hold one person without creaking in vain, crying out because of the heavy steps heaving on it. Let alone two. However, Castiel couldn’t tempt away from the green eyes and peppered freckles face with a smile he’s grown so fond of since Dean moved back.

Dean took off his hat and placed it on his chest, his fingers curling around the crease and pinch of it. He looked down.

“I just realized ya forgot your hat at the Roadhouse.” Dean chuckled, his laugh music to Castiel’s ears. “Could I stop by tomorrow afternoon ‘n give it to ya? I promise I won’t mess wit’ it.”

Castiel nodded, his face becoming red. “Thank you, Dean.” He paused, then he furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

Dean simply blinked and didn’t hesitate. “Because you made me realize that angel’s were real.”

They said their goodbyes and Castiel laid on his bed, first taking off all his clothing except for his undergarments. His sheets were cold with lack of use, as it has been a while since he’s used them.

Thoughts of Dean and his freckled body filled Castiel’s head. The imagery of his cock in Dean’s soft ass pumped his heart and he bit he lip, to try and attempt himself from getting hard. He had nothing but his hand to relieve himself, so he couldn’t tonight.

However, if he got lucky with Dean, he would be a sweet ride indeed.

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bentaylorrogerhardy · 5 years

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Lily of the Valley - Part 4

Joe Mazzello! x Reader!

Summary: Being a young, single mom that worked full-time was hard. When you weren’t working, you were taking care of your five year old daughter, Lily. You had given up on dating after many failed attempts. That was until after a rough day of dealing with your ex boyfriend, your best friend introduced you to Joe.

Word count: 3,000

Warnings: EVERYTHING. Fluff, angst, cussing, insults, mentions of drinking and drug use, more fluff, mentions of pregnancy, MORE FLUFF.

A/N: I am a PUDDLE AFTER WRITING THIS. I HOPE YOU ENJOY.

(All other parts for this story are in my masterlist in my description!)

“Mommy!” Lily squealed, running out the door of Casey’s house and into your arms, “I missed you!”

“I missed you, too, my angel,” you smiled, holding her close and pecking her cheek, “did you have fun?”

“Uh, huh,” she giggled and nodded, “Aunt Casey’s house is so much fun.”

“Sounds like it,” you laughed, then looked up at Casey standing in the doorway, “thank you so much for watching her.”

“No problem at all,” she smiled back, “so, how was the date?”

“It went really well, actually,” you answered, nodding, “he’s a sweet guy, and cute, and funny.”

“Will there be a second date?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking,

“I hope so,” you said, feeling your cheeks turn red at the thought.

“Ooooh, someone has a cruuuush,” she cooed, causing you to snap back to reality and laugh.

“Okay, let me get out of here. I have to bring Lily to see Chad,” you said, and Casey let out a scoff.

“I know,” you sighed, “but, I told him he could see her today.”

“Mama, let’s go,” Lily whined, tugging at the hem of your shirt. You told Casey bye, then put Lily in the car, then headed to Chad’s house. You pulled into the driveway, the yard cluttered with junk, and weeds growing almost anywhere possible. Typical. You got Lily out of the car and headed up to the door and knocked.

“My girl!” Chad exclaimed when he opened the door, picking Lily up in his arms and kissing her cheek, “I missed you!”

“Hi, daddy,” she giggled, throwing her arms around his neck.

“You could clean up a bit,” you said, gesturing to the messy yard.

“Yeah, well you could do a lot of things, but we won’t go there,” he said, setting Lily down and she ran into the house.

“Okay, Mr. ‘I forgot to pick my kid up from school because I got shit faced the night before’,” you scoffed, shaking your head. “You should be lucky I’m even letting her come over to this pig pen you call a house.”

“You can leave, you know,” he said, going to shut the door, but you stuck your foot out to block it.

“I’ll be by later to get her,” you said.

“Okay. Whatever. Bye,” he said, finally shutting the door in your face. You let out a frustrated groan, then headed back to your car and called Jana.

“Hey, girl, heeeeey,” she said when she answered the phone.

“Are you busy right now?” you asked, turning out of the neighborhood and onto the main street.

“Nope. What’s up?” she asked.

“I just dropped Lily off with Chad and I need some girl time to calm down,” you sighed, “wanna get coffee?”

“Heck yeah,” she said, “I’m on my way.”

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“What a fucking asshole.” Jana scoffed, shaking her head and proceeding to take a sip of her coffee. You fiddled with the spoon that was sitting in your cup, stirring it around and around until the cup had a whirlpool of coffee.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “I just don’t understand how hard it is to make your house look presentable when you have a five year old.”

“Because he’s Chad, (Y/N),” she stated, “he’s just a dick. Always has been.”

“Guess so,” you sighed, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Anyway, in other news, and much more exciting news. A little birdy told me a certain someone really enjoyed last night and should be contacting you very soon about a second date,” she said, setting her coffee cup down.

“Really?” you answered, blushing yet again.

“But, you didn’t hear that from me,” she said, picking the coffee cup up again and taking a sip. You and Jana had been at the coffee shop for about 30 minutes before your phone started ringing. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the first ring, then sunk when you saw the caller ID, then let out a frustrated groan, yet again.

“Yes?” you answered, resting your head in your hands.

“Hey, I need you to come get Lily.” Chad said.

“Why? She just got there,” you said. Jana looked on, raising an eyebrow at you in question, and you held up a finger to her.

“Well, something came up, and I have to leave,” he said. You pursed your lips in frustration and slammed a hand down on the table.

“Jesus Christ, you can’t even have her for a whole hour?!” you yelled. “What’s so important that you can’t spend time with her?!”

“Andrew and I are going out,” he said, “I’ll make it up to her another day; she looks miserable here, anyway.”

“I would be, too, if there was nothing for me to do,” you said, “I’m gonna be a minute, so you’ll have to wait.”

“Just come get her,” he sighed.

“Whatever, you piece of shit,” you spit out, hanging up before he could get the chance to say anything back in retaliation.

“Let me guess,” Jana started, “he has plans to go get drunk, or high, or both, with one of his friends, and he needs you to go get Lily.”

“Spot on,” you sighed, “poor Lils.”

“Baby girl doesn’t deserve him.” Jana said, shaking her head. Another 15 minutes went by, and your phone rang again. You let out, yet another, groan, but your mood quickly changed when you saw the caller ID. You turned the phone around and showed Jana.

Joe Mazzello.

“Oh my god,” she practically squealed, “answer!”

“Okay, okay,” you said, taking a deep breath, then answering the phone, “hello?”

“Hey, (Y/N),” Joe said, “it’s me. Joe.”

“Hey!” you smiled, your cheeks turning red, looking at Jana, who was waiting impatiently to find out what was being said. “How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good,” he chuckled, “how about you?”

“I’m...good,” you said, nodding.

“So...about that second date,” he started, “are you free tonight?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am,” you said; Jana was growing impatient with excitement, hitting her hand against the table.

“Great,” Joe said, “um...I’ll pick you up around eight-ish?”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you smiled, “I’ll send you my address.”

“Can’t wait, see you then,” he replied.

“Bye,” you said, hanging up the phone, then both you and Jana let out a loud squeal, causing everyone else in the coffee shop to turn around and look at the two of you, but neither one of you cared.

“So, you wanna babysit tonight?”

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“C’mon, Lily. Time to go,” you yelled to her after arriving at Chad’s, stepping through the doorway and into the house.

“Yeah, you can come in,” Chad scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Shut up,” you said, picking Lily’s bag up off the floor.

“Why?” She asked, walking over to you, head cocked to the side in confusion.

“Daddy has to go somewhere,” Chad said, kneeling down to be eye level with her, “but, you can come over another day, okay?”

“You didn’t even tell her?” you whispered through gritted teeth, looking down at him. He shot you a quick glare, then looked back at Lily.

“Okay,” she sighed, taking your hand, “promise?”

“Of course,” he said, pulling her to him and giving her a hug, then a kiss on the cheek, “I love you, my Lils.”

“I love you, too,” she giggled. The two of you walked back out to your car and you loaded Lily in her seat then headed to your apartment.

“Did you have fun?” you asked her, looking back at her in the rear-view mirror.

“No,” she sighed, looking out the window, “daddy doesn’t have any toys for me.”

“I’m sorry, angel,” you frowned, “I’ll have to talk to him about that.”

“And he didn’t play with me, either,” she said, shrugging.

“I’ll talk to him, okay?” you said, feeling yourself grow angry at Chad, “but, hey! Guess who’s coming over tonight?”

“Who?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Aunt Jana! You remember Aunt Jana, don’t you?” you asked, “she always gets you candy and toys.”

“Yeah!” she gasped with excitement, “I’m so excited!”

“Mommy has to go somewhere again tonight, so she’s gonna watch you,” you said, pulling into your apartment complex and parking.

“Where you going, mama?” she asked as you got her out of the car.

“Out with a friend,” you answered, the two of you walking up to your apartment.

“Is it a booooy?” she giggled as you unlocked the door and stepped inside.

“What’s it to you, nosey?” you laughed, “Yes, it is.”

“Ewwww,” she giggled, and then ran off to her room.

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“Absolutely not,” Jana said, standing in front of you with her arms crossed, “don’t wear that.”

“What’s wrong with it?” you asked, looking down at the outfit you had tried on; a white and blue striped shirt, short overalls, and brown sandals.

“It’s not...sexy enough,” she said, looking through your closet.

“But, it’s comfortable!” you said, looking at yourself in the mirror, “Lily, what do you think?”

“Boooo,” she said, not even looking up from her iPad as she laid on your bed, giving you a thumbs down.

“See?” Jana said, gesturing to her, then went back to looking through your closet.

“Okay, then you pick something,” you said, sitting down on the edge of your bed in defeat.

“This!” she said, pulling out a black and white striped romper with one hand, and a pair of black heels in the other, “it’s the perfect amount of sexy.”

“But, this is comfy,” you whined, taking the romper and shoes out of her hands.

“Go put it on!” she said, pushing you towards the bathroom. You shut the door behind you then changed into the outfit and walked out.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” she exclaimed, “that’s the one! Lily, what do you think?”

“Pretty!” she squealed, putting her iPad down, crawling to the edge of the bed, “I like it.”

“It’s settled, you’re wearing that,” Jana said. She helped do your hair and makeup, and just as you were finishing up, your phone started to ring.

“Oooooh, it’s Joooooe,” she cooed, handing the phone to you.

“Shut up,” you laughed, taking the phone out of her hand, “hello?”

“Hey, I’m outside,” Joe said, and hearing his voice made your heart flutter.

“Okay, I’ll be right out,” you said, then hanging up the phone. You looked at Jana and took a deep breath.

“You got this!” she said, putting her hands on your shoulders, “go have fun!”

“Okay,” you sighed, then knelt down to Lily’s eye level, “okay, I’m leaving. Be good!”

“Duuuh, I always am,” she said, throwing her arms around your neck and giving you a big hug, “I love you, mommy.”

“I love you,” you smiled, giving her a big kiss. You headed out of the door and down stairs to where Joe was waiting for you.

“Hey,” you smiled at Joe as you stepped into the car.

“Hey,” he smiled back, “you look beautiful.”

“Thank you. You look handsome,” you replied, “so, where are we going?”

“I was just thinking some dinner, sit and talk, get to know each other better,” Joe suggested.

“Great,” you smiled, looking out the window. A few minutes later, Joe pulled up to a nice restaurant and parked the car. He got out, then walked over to your side of the car, opening the door for you, holding a hand out.

“Why, thank you,” you smiled, taking his hand in yours and stepping out of the car. The two of you walked hand in hand into the restaurant, and were almost immediately seated.

“So,” Joe started, “how long have you known David and Jana?”

“I’ve known Jana since high school, and David for only, like, two years,” you said, taking a sip of your water the waitress had brought you, “how do you know David?”

“He helped on the set of the movie I directed a few years ago,” he said, “great guy. Been friends ever since.”

“Oooh, a director?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, “they didn’t mention that.”

“Just a small film, no major motion picture, but still something I’m incredibly proud of,” he said, a smile beaming on his face. You could tell he absolutely loved talking about it, and could see his pride showing through, “but enough about me. I wanna know about you.”

“I’m not anything special,” you shrugged, “just work, work, work. Graduated high school early, went to college, got a nursing degree, now I work at the hospital with two of my best friends.”

“Well, that seems like something special,” he said, focusing on you as you spoke. Yeah, you graduated early, but it was because you had a baby to tend to.

The waitress came over and took both of your orders. You ordered chicken parmesan, while Joe ordered fettuccine alfredo. A few minutes later, she brought the food to your table, and the two of you started eating.

“Jana mentioned it took awhile for you to start dating again,” Joe mentioned, twirling a piece of pasta on his fork, “may I ask why?”

“I guess now’s a good time to get it all out there,” you sighed, setting your fork down.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he said, “I’m just happy I’m the one you chose to go out with.”

“No, no, it’s fine. This way, you can decide if you want to see me again, or run away,” you sighed, then began, “I was 17, in high school. I thought I met the love of my life, Chad, the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. We were just two kids, crazy in love, hormones running rampid. I...got pregnant, and while I was pregnant, he cheated on me, and me, being a stupid teenage girl, who was scared, and had her whole life planned out with this baby I was carrying, and Chad, I took him back. He apologized, said it was a mistake, told me it would never happen again. I was stupid and believed him. Well, it happened again, and again, and again, and each time, I took him back. The baby came, and I thought it was all...perfect. That’s when the drinking, and the drugs came along. Being young and living in LA, you do stupid shit. I was at my house, taking care of our baby girl, Lily, while he was out doing lines of blow and getting drunk every single night. I finally had enough, ended it with him for good; finished high school, while he dropped out, got my associates degree in nursing, have my own apartment, and raising my five year old all on my own. He still doesn’t have his shit together, and if it was up to me, he wouldn’t even have visitation rights. I went on a few dates up until a few months ago, and every person who I went out with never called back after I told them about Lily. So, I understand if I never hear from you aga-,”

“Why wouldn’t you hear from me again?” he asked, reaching across the table and taking one of your hands in his.

“Because everyone is always scared off. I wanted to give you the option,” you said. He let out a small chuckle and shook his head.

“I really like you, (Y/N), and I want this to go somewhere,” he said, “I’m glad you finally could see you’re worth more than that.”

“Yeah, well, getting cheated on kinda ruins your self esteem for a while,” you laughed slightly.

“Yeah,” he sighed, a sad smile forming on his face, “I, sadly, can relate. My ex girlfriend cheated on me, with my best friend.”

“Oh, Joe. I’m sorry,” you frowned, squeezing his hand, “you don’t deserve that.”

“Neither do you,” he said, “like I said, I want to see where this can go; where we can go.”

“I’m just making sure I’m hearing you right,” you laughed, “I have a five year old, and you’re fine with it, correct?”

“Absolutely,” he said, “let me take both of you out. I’d love to meet her.”

Hearing those words come out of this beautiful mans mouth, you could have melted right in that chair. When the two of you finished eating, Joe paid the bill and you headed out to his car and back to your apartment.

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“This was fun,” he said when the two of you reached your door, taking both of your hands in his.

“It was,” you smiled, “best date I’ve had in awhile.”

“Well, I feel honored,” he chuckled. He let go of one of your hands and brushed a loose piece of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear, resting his hand on your cheek. You gazed into his chocolate brown eyes, and he gazed back at you.

“Um...this may be an odd question, but…” he whispered, clearing his throat, “can I kiss you?”

“Nothing’s stopping you,” you shrugged. In an instant, his lips were crashing against yours and it could have been mistaken for the 4th of July. Sparks, fireworks, everything was flying. You don’t know how long the two of you were left standing there, but when you pulled apart, all you knew is that you wanted nothing more than the feeling of his lips against yours again.

“I’ll call you later?” he asked, starting to walk away, still holding on to one of your hands.

“I’ll be waiting,” you smiled, and his hand finally disconnected from yours as he made his way back to his car. You fumbled with your keys, finally unlocking the door and stepping inside, finding Jana and Lily, passed out on the couch, candy wrappers galore, and Cinderella playing in the background. You quietly made your way to your room as you listened to the soft music from the movie playing.

“So this is love, mmm

So this is love

So this is what makes life divine...”

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