First of all, I would like to apologize for the wait on this chapter.
Writer’s block kicked my butt! Hopefully this makes up for it. Enjoy! Catch up
on the series (here).
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters! All characters belong to James
LaRosa. (minus Jasmine’s bitch ass)
What happened two nights ago, kept replaying in Ahsha’s
mind. Trying to avoid Derek was getting harder every day. They saw each other
from a distance, but Ahsha made sure she didn’t spend any extra time in the
arena. She went out of her way to not risk running into him in the halls. After
practices, she made sure to walk out with a group. That way, she could say
hello and keep it moving. It was honestly childish and Ahsha knew she was being
“You seemed a little distracted today in practice.
Everything good,” Kyle asked, pulling her shirt over her head. “Didn’t even
seemed phased by Jasmine’s bitching today.”
“I’m cool. Just been looking at graduate programs and it’s
stressing me out. Gotta find the perfect one, ya know,” Ahsha said, shutting
her locker and leaning against the cool metal. “I need that second degree if I
want to move up in the dance world after I’m too old to be on the stage.”
“You’ll get it all figured out. At least you have a plan
after this is all said and done. I’ll probably go back to the strip club if
this doesn’t work out for me. I didn’t even finish college, so there’s that,”
Kyle expressed, a hint of sadness in her voice. That sadness quickly
disappeared. “Oh well, it’s good money.”
“You’re a mess, you know that,” Ahsha chuckled, throwing her
bag over her shoulder. “What you got up for tonight. Want to get some drinks?” She
was literally trying everything to get Derek off her brain. Maybe drinking away
her horniness was possible and she would forget about the sexy baller.
Kyle’s eyes lit up at the mention of drinks. “Now you know
I’m always down for drinks, girl. Let’s go!”
The two friends rushed out of the arena and to a nearby bar.
They both ordered cocktails and took a seat at one of the tall tables near the
front door. “This place is nice,” Kyle expressed, taking in the modern scenery
with touches of plum and ruby. “Never even noticed this place from the street.”
“It’s a hidden gem. I truly needed this,” Ahsha answered,
pointing to her drink. Derek was still on her mind and it was obvious. Distraction
was literally written all over Ahsha’s face.
“Okay, what’s going on with you? This has nothing to do with
school or the Devil Girls, does it,” Kyle questioned, placing her glass back on
the table. “Spill it.”
When you had a face that expressed everything, it was
impossible to not look bothered. Ahsha sighed and sat back in her seat. At
least Kyle had proven to be someone she could trust. If any of the other girls
found out, Ahsha would probably be fired immediately. Especially with Jasmine
watching her every move.
“Uh oh, that sigh doesn’t sound good.” Leaning forward, Kyle
gave Ahsha all her attention.
Taking another deep breath, Ahsha mumbled, “I almost slept
with Derek.” The words actually leaving her mouth made it sink in. She was
close to letting Derek give her the ‘D’. Waiting on Kyle’s reaction, Ahsha
stared down at the table. “We didn’t do much but-“
“Whoa, whoa, back up. You didn’t do much? What exactly did
you do then,” Kyle asked, her blue eyes widening as she stared back in shock. The
gossip was just too good for her to pass up. The drink could wait.
“I mean…we didn’t actually have sex. He…ugh…he attempted to
go down on me,” Ahsha continued, watching Kyle almost fall out of her seat and
forward on the table. “But I stopped
“You stopped him! How on earth did you gather up enough
willpower to do that? When the hell did all of this happen,” Kyle gasped, her
mouth still hanging open after she was done talking.
“Two nights ago. When we hung out after the Red vs Black
game. I don’t even know how it happened. We were talking and then he was
between my legs,” the brown beauty admitted, clasping a hand over her face. “I
can’t even face the man now.”
“Wow. I can’t believe it,” Kyle responded, shaking her head.
“You do realize that you can’t avoid this man forever, right?”
“I know,” Ahsha whined. “I don’t know what to do. He’s not
my type but I can’t let him go for some reason. It’s stupid.”
“Maybe he is your type and you’re having a hard time
accepting that,” Kyle added, tilting her head. “But you let this man get a
taste and you stopped him? Please show me your ways because they’re magical.
How do you do that?”
Playing around with her napkin, Ahsha muttered, “Yeah,
something else was magical too.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Ahsha. Clearly, you like
the man and he likes you back. Why are you torturing yourself like this,” the
blonde dancer pressed, seriously attempting to talk sense into her friend. “You
need to talk to him. Before this gets extra awkward.”
“Um, it’s already awkward. What am I supposed to say? Oh,
thanks for trying to tongue me down the other night, how have you been? I gotta
leave him alone. This cannot happen.”
Kyle shook her head. Ahsha was stubborn and would have to
figure it out on her own. After a few minutes of silence, Kyle asked, “Was it
Well, of course it was good. The few seconds she allowed the
man. “Yeah,” Ahsha snickered as she blushed.
After the Devil players finished their workout, Derek
hurried to the lockerroom. He had a photoshoot and interview with Nike, a new
endorsement he had received months ago. His stock as a Devil player was rising,
which would be good once he was in a contract year. Building a kingdom was his
goal since entering the league, even though he had gotten distracted by the
fame, women, and money. He yearned to leave a legacy. The endorsements and
building a brand were a good start. Other than his interview, Derek’s mind was
on a special lady. After what happened between him and Ahsha a few nights ago,
he couldn’t keep her off his mind. They hadn’t talked since then and Derek
wasn’t sure if she even wanted to talk. There was something about her that kept
him intrigued and he couldn’t figure out what it was. Maybe it was her carefree
attitude, her boisterous laugh, the way her eyes twinkled when you complimented
her, or the way she rolled her eyes in fake annoyance. In the last few weeks,
he had gotten to know a person that was real. Nothing about Ahsha screamed a
front. She just remained herself and he appreciated her realness since he
hadn’t met anyone like her since being in the league. It was refreshing. But
maybe he had moved too fast and scared her off.
“You trying to be late for your interview, bro,” Terrence
asked, noticing Derek sitting on the bench in front of his locker.
“Oh! Just in here thinking and lost track of time,” Derek
hurried to his feet and opened his locker.
“Thinking about Ahsha, huh,” his friend added with a smirk,
earning a side eye. They had conversations about Derek’s favorite Devil Girl,
though Derek didn’t tell his best friend what had happened the other night. “Nah,”
“I’m just fucking with you, man,” Terrence added, noticing Derek’s
“I’m cool. A lot on my mind right now,” Derek replied,
stuffing his shoes in the gym bag and shutting his locker.
Terrence paused and turned to face Derek. “Dude, everything alright?”
Derek wasn’t normally quiet unless he was sleep or bothered.
Glancing at his watch, Derek plopped back down on the bench.
He didn’t even know where to begin or how to explain what he was feeling. Probably
because he was feeling a way he had never felt before when it came to a woman. “It’s
“Ohhh,” Terrence piped up, leaning against the lockers,
giving Derek his full attention. “She’s a good girl, don’t go fucking her
“You act like you know her,” Derek shot back, more irritated
with the fact that Terrence was accusing him of treating Ahsha like a groupie.
Before Derek could even accuse Terrence of trying to step in
and steal his chance, he explained, “I don’t but it’s not hard to see she’s not
like them hoes you’ve messed with. Unlike them, she has her head on straight. So,
don’t go fucking her over and make it hard for the next guy.”
“I’m assuming you’re the next guy,” the baller added, saltiness
taking over his tone. Having a bad boy reputation was a gift and a curse. Some
women were into it, while women like Ahsha were looking for a stand-up guy. A
guy that most likely fit Terrence’s description. That was the type of man you
took home to your parents.
“That’s not what I meant. You know I’m with Jasmine and plus
I wouldn’t do you like that. You know how you can be, D.”
Hearing Terrence basically let him know he was the
stereotypical athlete pissed him off. The truth hurt and Derek honestly didn’t
want to hear it right now. He knew what his reputation was and didn’t need to
be reminded constantly. “Exactly how can I be, T?”
It wasn’t Terrence’s goal to insult Derek but he had to let
him know. He had to be honest with his teammate. When it came to women, he had
a problem and Terrence hated to see a good girl getting caught up in the mess. Ahsha
was new to the professional sports world and girls like her often got hurt by
guys like Derek. It happened every season and then led to tons of drama.
“I’m just saying. You can’t lead her on and then drop her
when you get bored,” Terrence warned. “Don’t you get tired of the games? I
don’t know ol’ girl like that but seriously…”
“I get it and I’m being careful,” Derek replied, finally
grabbing his bag, and standing to his feet. “Thanks for the advice, Mr. Love
Doctor,” the baller threw in as he left the Devils locker room. Though it was
the advice he didn’t want to hear, deep down he knew Terrence had a point.
Calendar Shoot-Devil Players and Devil Girls
As usual, the Devils calendar shoot was one of the most
anticipated events of the year. A few seasons ago, they began implementing the
Devils’ players which sold more calendars. The marketing team knew they had
created something magical and the tradition continue. Locations changed every
year and this time they were shooting at a mansion. Little did Ahsha know, this
mansion belonged to the very guy she was trying to avoid.
As the dancers filed into the front door of the gorgeous
home, Jasmine gave them instructions. “Ahsha…you’re February. You’ll be working
with Derek.” Ahsha’s eyes widened at the news. First of all, February was
always Jasmine’s month and secondly, why did she have to work with Derek? Of
all the players on the roster, she had to work with the one who was just
between her thighs days ago?
“February is your month, though,” Ahsha frowned.
Jasmine’s lips curved into a grin. “I decided to switch it
up this year. Plus, me and Terrence want to do December, anyway. I’m sure
you’ll have lots of fun.” With that, the hazel eyed dancer winked and moved on
to the next girl. Did Jasmine know what had happened between she and Derek? Was
he seriously one of those guys that couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut and had
to kiss and tell?
Ahsha hurried up the spiral staircase and to the first room
to her right. Rehearsing the possible conversation she would have with Derek in
her head, Ahsha changed into her assigned bikini. The fabric seemed to barely
cover her bottom. Great.
“Bow chica wow wow,” a familiar southern drawl rang out.
Kyle quickly shut the door behind her and retreated to another corner of the
room. “Heard you were shooting with Derek.” Kyle couldn’t even hide her smirk
when she mentioned Ahsha’s favorite player.
“My lucky day,” came Ahsha’s sarcastic reply as she adjusted
the straps on her swimsuit. “Who are you shooting with?”
“Gerald,” Kyle huffed. “Don’t know why they put me with him
when he can barely grip a fucking basketball. What’s he gonna do with all this?”
“You know, I really can’t stand you, Kyle,” Ahsha laughed,
shaking her head. “Please don’t make that man, nervous. Were the makeup and
hair people downstairs already?”
“Yep, they are. Along with your man.”
Acting like she didn’t hear Kyle’s smart remark, Ahsha
wrapped a robe around her shoulders and made the trip downstairs. Hair and
makeup was set up in the living area and there were already a few Devil Girls
getting dolled up for the shoot. Ahsha settled for a chair near the staircase
when she saw Derek standing with a few of the Devil’s players in the kitchen.
Terrence and Jasmine were in the kitchen going back and
forth about the month they were shooting. “I’m not wearing that stupid Santa
hate, J. We always shoot February. What’s different this year?”
“It was time for a change. Don’t you think, baby? I know
February is a special month for us but I wanted something different. Plus, I
wanted to give someone else a chance to do the month of love,” Jasmine answered
sweetly, in an attempt to butter Terrence up. February was their anniversary
month which made the shoot special for them.
“You gave February to a rookie. Come on now, you can’t think
I’m that stupid,” Terrence shot back. Jasmine had jealously issues and he knew
that up front. No one on the team could outshine her and she used her
manipulative ways to run off anyone that threatened her shine. People asked him
what he saw in a girl with so much attitude but no one would ever understand.
Her eyes widened. “I’m giving her a chance to shine. What’s
wrong with that?”
“You giving another girl a chance,” Terrence’s cocked a
brow. “It’s obvious you can’t stand her and you’re setting her up. Can you put
the bullshit aside for once?”
“And you’re taking up for the bitch,” Jasmine spat, her eyes
narrowing into slits.
The couple continued arguing as Derek slid past them and
made his way over to Ahsha’s station. If they would be shooting together, then
the ice needed to be broken. “Morning Davenport,” Derek hummed, catching
Ahsha’s eye in the mirror.
“Good morning,” she replied, the awkward tension building
between them instantly. “Looks like I’m shooting with you?”
“Your lucky day,” Derek flirted, trying to ease the tension.
The makeup artist huffed, letting Derek know that he was standing in her way. “I’ll
be waiting for you out back. Just go through the kitchen and then you’ll see
the double doors.”
“Oh, look at you knowing your way around this huge ass
house,” the dancer threw in with a chuckle.
“Well I think living here probably helps me out a bit. See
you out back,” he winked, patting Ahsha on the shoulder before leaving her
alone. Ahsha blushing like a school-aged girl caused the makeup artist to shake
The February Shoot
The California sun beat down on Ahsha’s skin as she waited
for her photoshoot partner. Her nerves were out of control, causing her hands
to get clammy. Small talk most definitely wouldn’t cure the awkwardness between
them. For the moment, she would have to force herself to stop thinking about
the sexy face Derek made when he-
“Damn,” a deep voice interrupted. Ahsha’s head snapped
around to find a shirtless Derek Roman leaning against one of the pillars
nearby. “Looking good, rook.”
Suddenly, Ahsha felt shy in her small red bikini. Wrapping
her arms around her upper body, Ahsha sat in one of the lawn chairs. Their
photographer was still setting up the scene with the help of the Devil Girl
“You don’t have to be shy around little ol’ me,” Derek
replied, joining her on the large chair. When Ahsha only responded with a side
eye, Derek took his chance to talk about what had happened between them. “We
going to talk about what happened or just act like it didn’t?”
There it was. The first time either one of them had
mentioned that night. Ahsha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “We should
talk about it. Looks like it isn’t going away, huh?”
“Alright, we’ll talk later,” he answered, as the
photographer approached them. Hopefully, they could focus on the shoot now that
they at least agreed to speak about their intimate moment.
“You two ready? Think we’re all set up,” the photographer
asked with excitement. This was his biggest paying gig every year. Of course,
he would be all smiles. “Don’t be nervous. Relax and let that pretty face do
all the work.”
“I’m not nervous,” Ahsha declared, knowing butterflies were
literally swimming in her stomach. She had never been in a calendar, let alone
posing with a man with the body of a Greek god. The photographer smirked in
response. All the rookies were nervous and did a terrible job hiding it. Thankfully,
their photographer did a great job of making them all feel comfortable.
Derek helped Ahsha to her feet and led her over towards the
pool. Red heart-shaped balloons and rose petals lined the stone walkway.
“Alright you two, be natural and let it flow. Remember this
is the love month, so sell it,” the photographer shouted over the music.
Being sexy did not come naturally to Ahsha. Or at least
that’s what she believed. Working the camera was not all about being beautiful.
Jasmine was standing on the second-floor balcony, staring down at her new
teammate. Seeing her nemesis appear awkward in front of the camera made Jasmine
giddy. Fans would surely complain about the month of February being a
disappointment, especially when it usually belonged to the captain.
“Um, Ahsha could you maybe….hmmm…that pose isn’t working,”
the photographer frowned. “Arch your back a bit more. No, that’s too much.” Ahsha
was getting beyond frustrated. Between Jasmine being a conniving bitch and her
not being able to adjust, she was about to snap. Derek felt Ahsha’s energy and
thought it would be a good idea to take a quick break.
“Relax,” Derek urged, gripping Ahsha’s shoulders.
“Wish she would have left me in December,” Ahsha murmured,
rubbing her temples. “I’ve never done anything like this before and she sticks
me in February? Her month?”
Derek stepped in front of her so they could have a little
more privacy. “Don’t worry about that girl. She’s a hater. Doesn’t matter if
you’ve never done anything like this before. You got this. You going to let
Jasmine’s miserable ass mess up your moment?”
“Look Ahsha, you’re sexy as hell and I’ve seen the way you
work the dance floor. Where ever your mind goes when you dance, let it go there
now,” he continued, letting his hands fall down Ahsha’s arms.
“It’s not that easy, Derek. You’re not doing this in a
little ass bikini,” Ahsha complained, crossing her arms. “If I fuck this up, I
will never live it down.”
Pep talks weren’t really his thing, even in the locker room.
But he knew that Jasmine was only setting Ahsha up to fail and Derek refused to
let that happen. Ahsha didn’t believe she had the sex appeal to nail this
shoot, though Derek saw different. The way she worked the dance floor told him
she had it in her. Jasmine was looking forward to seeing Ahsha fail and it
wasn’t about to happen on his watch.
Still doubting that she could get her shit together, the
dancer turned back around to face the photographer. Hopefully Derek’s ‘pep
talk’ gave her enough pep to finish the shoot without being as stiff as a log.
“Ready,” the photographer asked, his patience running thin. “I
have other girls to shoot.”
Ahsha adjusted the straps on her heels before wrapping her
hand around Derek’s forearm. An act so natural that neither one of them seemed
to be phased by it. “I’ll follow your lead since you’ve done this before,” Ahsha
whispered. They used one of the large stone pillars as a prop. Derek leaned
against the cool concrete and pulled Ahsha between his legs. Her small frame
fit perfectly with his large one as the dancer relaxed against Derek’s toned
Excited that he had a good shot, the photographer gushed,
“Perfect. Now Ahsha, arch your back a little bit and tilt your head to the
left. Gotta show off those beautiful physiques.”
Their brown skin glistened under the warm sun. They were
looking like a couple straight out of Essence magazine. Ahsha loosened up as
the shoot went on, giving the photographer shot after shot. Add on the
chemistry with Derek and he was wishing he could sell their entire portfolio to
Jasmine and Terrence were next and were walking out the back
door to wait for their turn. Jasmine thought she would be walking into a joke. She
had her smirk ready because she knew Ahsha was making a fool of herself. To her
surprise, Derek and Ahsha were looking like they had stepped right out of a
“Uh oh, someone is trying to give you two a run for your
money,” the photographer commented, sparking a dangerous flame. That was the
last thing that Jasmine needed to hear. This only added fuel to the feud
brewing between the two dancers. “I think we got some good shots. You two were
great. Nice job, Ahsha!”
By this time, Jasmine was seething. No one could compare to
the King and Queen of the Devils. Ahsha was already wearing out her welcome and
Jasmine had to let it be known that she ruled this organization.
“That’ll never happen,” Jasmine spat, not even trying to
hide her irritation. Terrence nodded in Ahsha’s direction, giving her small
smile to let her know he wasn’t tripping.
Little did Jasmine know, her spot on the throne was in
danger with a future queen in line.
Later that Night-After the shoot
Everyone had packed up and cleared out of the mansion. The
day was long and they didn’t finish the shoot until late that evening. Ahsha
waited for Derek in the spacious living room. She studied the many trophies on
the mantle. She found it odd how his mantle wasn’t decorated with pictures of
family. Honestly, she didn’t see a single photo throughout the entire mansion.
“I thought you wouldn’t stick around since it got so late,”
Derek’s deep voice bellowed. He had changed into a pair of sweat pants and a
sleeveless Nike shirt.
“Figured I’d stay since we agreed to talk.” she replied. Them
being alone again sent that familiar feeling between her legs. The same one she
had that night when they almost went too far.
Neither one of them knew where to begin. “You want anything
to drink,” Derek questioned, taking a sip of his Gatorade.
“Nope, I’m good,” Ahsha said, sitting her bag on the floor
next to the pool table. “This brings back memories,” she continued, picking up
a pool stick.
“Memories of you attempting to play,” Derek laughed, joining
in on the game. This at least was an ice breaker. They played for a few minutes
before Derek started their much needed discussion. “You regret what happened
Being honest was the only way Ahsha would feel better about
this entire situation. “I wouldn’t say I regret it but…I’m more confused than
“Confused about what? Me,” Derek questioned, placing the
pool sticks back in their holsters.
“Just about all of this. You’re usually not the type of guy
I’m attracted to,” Ahsha began. “You know what I mean?”
“You go after the good guys. I get it,” the baller added.
“I wouldn’t say it like that. I go after guys that aren’t
“Ahsha, it won’t bother me if you say you only go for the
good guys that you can take home to meet the parents. Even though, I’ve already
met the parents and dad seems to like me,” Derek joked, earning a laugh. “Seriously,
I’m not a bad dude though. Yeah, I seem like it on the outside but-“
“I never said you were a bad guy, Derek. If you were, I
wouldn’t be standing here talking to you right now. It would be a waste of time
because a bad guy wouldn’t have respected me that night,” she explained. They
both were sitting on top of the pool table, her leg resting comfortably against
Derek’s. “I’m not used to dealing with a guy that has 20 million women chasing
“Or the type that gives 20 million of those women his
attention?” Ahsha nodded. “I know I have a certain reputation that follows me. Terrence
let me know that the other day and I wasn’t trying to hear it. But you’re
unlike any woman I’ve met. I haven’t met a single woman who doesn’t want
something for me. Whether it’s fame or money.”
“How do you know I’m not after that same thing,” Ahsha
questioned. Derek’s money didn’t faze her one bit. Her parents were well off
and she had lived a decent life. Even if she hadn’t, Ahsha could care less
about how much money Derek made each season. The fact that Derek picked up on
how genuine she could be, was intriguing.
“The way you carry yourself. Even with me throwing out every
line in the book, you don’t budge,” he laughed. “And you actually take interest
in what I’m saying. You listen, even though we barely know each other.”
“Most of the time I don’t have a choice. With that loud ass
mouth of yours,” Ahsha shot back, playfully slapping Derek’s arm.
They shared a laugh and then the silence set in. Derek’s gaze
remained focused on Ahsha’s lips. The urge to kiss her took over him and he
leaned in to capture her lips. That same flame from last time ignited between
them. There was no denying their attraction to each other. Not anymore.
Pulling away, Ahsha muttered against his lips, “I like you.”
Such a simple statement held a lot of weight. After all the denying and trying
to bury those budding feelings, Ahsha was truthful with herself. Whatever it
was building between them wasn’t going away. Their chemistry was almost potent.
This was a huge risk, not to mention something that could get her kicked off
the team. But, in that moment she didn’t care. Being in denial was exhausting
and she had grown tired.
“We should do something about that then,” Derek responded,
pecking Ahsha’s lips once more. There was a moment of silence before Ahsha
Ohhhhhh, looks like it’s going down in the next chapter! I already know
you all will kill me for the cliffhanger. Next chapter, things get a little
wild, so you’ll thank me later. *wink wink*
Thanks for reading, loves! I will be starting the next chapter in the
next couple of days. Hopefully, I can get it out much faster than I did with
(I wanted to try out the reins of post death Kyle since his character is a bit complex seeing as even when Fiona fixed him he was a little slow, so I hope this is decent)
It had been a rough day you were having, and all you wanted to do when you got home was sleep. Your bones were aching, your skin was dirty, and your head was throbbing from customers yelling at you at work. And it was going pretty well and all, your plans for rest. You even got a full five hours of sleep. And then–
You opened your eyes groggily as you heard the noise on your window, shifting in your cloud like sheets.
Your vision was blurry for a second before you blinked and saw the shape of a man by your window. You would have screamed and fled your room as fast as you can, but you didn’t because of the mop of curls on top of the guy’s head. It was Kyle, your boyfriend of three months. Kyle was a special soul, and you had met him at coffee shop while on break from work. He wasn’t like the men you had dated before, Kyle wasn’t the best at everything, and he was slightly slower than normal, but you had fallen for him all the same. He was guarded at first, but then he softened up, and you would think he was a puppy and you were his owner, the way he got all excited when you met.
Kyle was throwing rocks at your window even though he only stood a few feet away, stopping and placing his hand over his mouth when they thumped harshly against the glass and you could hear muffled giggles. You knew he had gotten the idea from all of the old 80’s movies you had binged three days ago and the thought made you smile sleepily. His sweet gesture did not change the fact that you were still dead tired, though, and that your limbs were like lead weights. You groaned and rolled over so you were facing the window on your stomach, but let your eyes drift shut. Behind the glass Kyle frowned before getting an idea and picking up another stone, but throwing it so hard a small crack appeared in the glass.
Your eyes snapped open and you let out a groan, getting up and dragging yourself to your window. You rubbed at your eyes lazily before shaking your head at him.
“Kyle stop that, you’re going to break my window.” You sighed before putting your fingers under the window and yanking it up so he could crawl in. He did so noisily and clumsily, stumbling and landing on your floor in a heap.
“Sorry, Y/N.” He apologized, a few seconds after pulling himself up. He walked over to you and hugged you before placing his lips on yours with a light playfulness. When he pulled away he grinned. “Go on adventure with me.”
You yawned and wrapped your arms around his soft torso, which was covered in a navy blue sweater, inhaling his intoxicating scent. “Kyle, I had a long day at work, baby. I need a little more sleep. Can we go in the tomorrow?”
Kyle frowned and pulled away, placing his hands on your shoulder and looking down at your disappointed expression. He had been warm and honestly you were so up for cuddling at the moment. “But it’s so nice outside. I want to go right now.”
You sighed, knowing that it was hard to convince Kyle when he wanted something enough. But you just didn’t think that it was a good time, because you also had work in the morning, and sleep was a necessity.
“Kyle, baby we can go tomorrow. I’ll take you to the aquarium, your friend Queenie told me you’ve never been there.”
You thought that it would make him happy, but he seemed to be getting upset, like he really did want to go right then and there, and that was all he wanted.
“NO!” Kyle yelled slightly. You flinched back, but you already knew that Kyle was a bit uncontrollable when he was angry, so you didn’t step down. He seemed to know what he did and spoke softer this time, going forward and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “Please, Y/N. I want to go on an adventure right now.”
You looked at his puppy dog eyes and pouted lips and sighed, knowing that since the moment he threw rocks at your window that he had won. You couldn’t stand making Kyle sad. “Fine.” You sighed.
Kyle cheered and kissed you sloppily, picking you up and spinning you around.”Yay! Can we go to the woods? I heard there’s an ocean there we can see fishes in.”
You giggled at Kyle’s cuteness and nodded, knowing the stream wasn’t far from the woods, which were conveniently located near your house. “Kyle, baby, it’s a stream.”
“Ocean.” Kyle persisted, before tugging at your pajamas. You were wearing a matching set of Disney pajamas, that you had to admit were kind of embarrassing. “I like them, but I don’t think they’re good for woods.”
You nodded and pulled away. “Yeah, let me just change really quickly and we can go see the sleeping fish in the ocean.”
You started walking to your closet but were quickly stopped by Kyle when he spun you around roughly and kissed you softly, cupping your cheeks in his hands. He pulled away after a few seconds and grinned. “I love you, be back soon.”
You grinned as well and pecked the tip of his nose, causing him to cross his eyes. “I love you, too, Kyle. I won’t be too long, darling.”
Fifteen minutes later, after crawling out of the window of your room together, (because Kyle insisted) you were nearing the stream, hand in hand with Kyle. He had been pausing frequently, making the trip longer than planned, pointing excitedly to sleeping animals and birds.
You were nearing the stream when Kyle suddenly gasped, letting go of your hand and wrapping his arms around you in a protective manner. You followed his gaze and saw a pair of glowing amber eyes staring at you two from a branch. You immediately knew it was an owl when it hooted softly.
“Woah! That’s a big, scary bird!” Kyle said, pointing to the owl. “It’s the only one awake. Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll protect you from it.”
You giggled but were interrupted by a loud yawn, that caused Kyle to look down at you. “It’s not scary, Kyle. It’s an owl, it won’t hurt you unless it feels threatened. It’s the only one awake because it’s a nocturnal bird.That means when everyone’s awake he sleeps and when everyone is asleep he’s awake.”
(owl: did u just assume my gender)
Kyle looked back at the owl while you stared happily at his face. The faces that Kyle pulled when he heard new information were the cutest things you had ever witnessed; sometimes he would scrunch his nose and furrow his eyebrows, and sometimes he would bite his lip and widen his eyes as wheels turned in his head. You tip toed and kissed the edge of his jaw, giggling before pulling away. “Alright, darling, let’s get to the ocean.”
At the word, Kyle’s eyes lit up and he followed eagerly, waving at the owl as he did.
The stream was glistening in the pale moonlight like liquid diamonds, with slivers of shadows passing and twisting under it’s surface. The scent of moss was heavily perfuming the air, and the water sloshed a lullaby. Your eyes were growing heavy just being in the place. You walked to the small wooden bridge at the end of the trail you had been following even though the water was about knee deep, looking at the long slice of water that cut through the woods. The woods were so beautiful, and you could spend hours there, and it had excited you when Kyle had suggested coming here.
“Isn’t it beautiful, Kyle?” You asked without looking at your boyfriend.
“FISHES!” Was Kyle’s reply followed by a splash.
The noise made you spin around quickly, your sleepiness diminishing into sheer panic. Kyle was sitting in the middle of the stream, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he tried to catch the panicked fish in his palm. You sighed but couldn’t help the grin that formed on your face at his expression. You got on your knees on the bridge, placing your hands on the edge to keep yourself from splashing into the water.
“Kyle, baby, what are you doing in the water?” You asked. And then a small joke came to mind, and you giggled. “All of these fish and you only managed to catch me.”
Kyle looked up and grinned at you, before reaching his arms out and wrapping them around your shoulders, and before you could protest, into the water with him. A small squeal left your lips as he planted kisses all over your face, the cool water seeping into your jeans and sweater.
“I got the best fish.” He giggled before kissing you on the lips, wet and open, but still full of love. “I love you, Y/N. Thank you for bringing me even though you were sleepy. My girlfriend fish.”
You laughed loudly and kissed him back. “Oh, what would I do without you, darling? I love you too, Kyle.”
(OKAY I WAS SQUEAKING WHILE WRITING THIS BUT I STILL DON’T KNOW IF I LIKE IT… THOUGHTS?)
p.s thank you anon for requesting this i loved writing it
also: two requests in one day!! MY BAD CHEM GRADE WILL Be a bummer but i dont regret it
Under the cut you can find ???? of my favorite underused band member FC’s. Most FC’s are from the metal/metalcore ect. scene (or who are related to that scene in any way), so some of them will be covered in lots of tattoos! (will be updated constantly)
Did I mention I’ve been re-watching a bunch of old South Park. Ahhh stupid high school Style cliches, I’ll never get tired of you. Idk when I started drawing older!Kyle with horn-rimmed glasses, but now I can’t not do it or he looks totally weird to me.