forum Bad Boy's Girl // One on One // CLOSED-STALKERS WELCOME // R-Rated

Started December 12, 2018 by @Elder-God-Jacks347

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"I'm so glad that we're finally out of that hospital. You're so much happier and I can finally be myself."

"I know… A day after I left the hospital I felt so much better." He mutters quietly.

"It sucks that I had to wait another week after you left." She sighed heavily. "It sucked so much."

"I know… I'm sorry I couldn't stay with you after visiting hours…" He mutters quietly, kissing her shoulder and snuggling into her warmth.

"I wish you could've…" I had nightmares every night. I haven't slept in 4 days. But hey, I wear sleep deprivation well, don't I?

"I know, I'm sorry…" He mutters. "But to make it up to you, why don't we spend the night camping?" He asks. "I have a tent and supplies."

She gasped excitedly. "I've never been camping but that sounds like fun! Well, unless you count being forced to sleep in the garden outside with nothing but the clothes on my back in the middle of January."

"I'd love to take you camping. My family owns a campsite." He mutters as he taps his lip before laughing quietly and kissing her cheek, snuggling into her warmth.

"I'd love to go. It really sounds like fun." She smiled softly, cuddling into him. "Although if I spend the entire night stargazing, it's your fault."

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"I'm not complaining." He replies, a soft laugh leaving his lips. HIs family was extremely rich, and so those words about the campsite belonging to his family had just slipped out. But he hesitated. People tended to call him prude, or a rich kid. And he had hated it. Maybe taking her to his family campsite was a bad idea.

(I want a corgi so bad)
She noticed his hesitation and frowned slightly. "What's wrong? If you think that something's going to happen that'll make me think about you different, don't. I love you for who you are, not for what outside influences say you are."

(My aunt has one)

He looked down at her and smiled faintly. "Thanks babe." He mutters softly, kissing her shoulder before sighing softly. "It'll be fun." he offered a kind smile.

(Lucky)
"I'm sure it will be." She flashed a bright smile at him before resting her head on his shoulder.

He smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "Yeah. And it'll be me and you." he says as he runs a hand through her hair.

She glanced up at him and smiled. "Finally, we'll actually have some time to ourselves."

He chuckles and nods as he rests beside her, and sighs and settles onto her bed and sighs happily.

She hummed softly to herself. She'd had this song stuck in her head for the past 3 days and she couldn't make it stop.

He listens to her hum as he places his head on her lap, shutting his eyes as he rests.

Her humming turned to a soft singing. It was a love song that her mother had taught her when she was little. She hadn't heard it in years but she loved it so much, how could she ever forget it?

He smiled as he listened to her sing and gently took her hand as he listened.

She was lost in her own world, barely even realizing she was singing aloud. She'd learned to hate the sound of her own voice. It would never be good enough and she despised it. So despite actually being a beautiful singer, she couldn't stand her own voice.

He listened, his eyes wide with awe. He curled into her lap, looking small as he held onto her. "You're an incredible singer." He mutters softly.

His voice broke her out of her thoughts and she flushed bright red. "I was doing that aloud? Oh God, sorry you had to hear that, I know I'm not much of a singer."

He shook his head and kissed her hand. "No, no. I liked it." he smiled at her and chuckled quietly. "A voice of an angel." He wanted to hear more, but if she wanted to stop, she could stop.

She fidgeted slightly. "You think so? I was always told that my voice was awful. Thanks Monique for that one. I guess I just started to believe it after a while." She sighed quietly. "But I still like to sing so yeah." She cleared her throat and began again, another love song that she'd learned long ago.

He listens to her sing, nuzzled into her warmth, his eyes shutting and his breathing slowed as he listened to her sing. He loved it, and he loved her.

She continued to sing until she heard sirens from outside and her song came to a stop. She gently slid out from under him, making sure she didn't disturb him and looked out the window. There were three police cars, about ten officers, and two dogs. "What the-?"

Ace was sleeping quietly until he felt the other shift. He woke up slowly. "Babe…? What's wrong?" he asks as he walks towards the window. "What on Earth…? Are we ever going to get a break?"

"I guess not." She sighed as she heard them start banging on the door. She slipped downstairs and opened the door, barely able to even look at the officers before they tackled her to the ground and slapped a pair of handcuffs on her. "What the hell?! What's going on?!" "You're under arrest for the wrongful accusation of a Mrs. Monique Polo Charles." Then it clicked. "You've got to be kidding me. Oh my God kill me now!"