I was thinking about the PLL books and in the books Spencer had pot brownie incident (she was drugged) that nearly ruined her academic future. This incident in the book was planned by A.. Then I remembered the “version of this storyline” in the show where Toby ate the cookies that Spencer had in her bag.. She got those from Sabrina.. Was that planned by A?
Plus, there was a scene in 6b that sort of reminded me of when the girls met Cece.
At a coffee shop, chick acting like she doesn’t know who the girls are … (Sabrina: it’s Aria right?) then later in episode ( Sabrina (angry at Emily) : with Ezra’s ex girlfriend Aria?) already knows more than what she said before. It reminded me exactly of what happened with Cece, right down to the fact that the first person Cece acted like she didn’t know was ARIA; she mistook her for Hanna on purpose. Hmmm
Could I get a sad/cute imagine where Derek joins Nate On tour and then y/n gets sad and when they get on the bus she stands left and waves goodbye and their all so sad because they haven’t been separated since they started dating long time ago?
I fold my purple monster hoodie and place it in my duffle bag a long side of my black ripped jeans and a picture of my beautiful girlfriend Y/N. I trace my finger over the water mark lining the top left corner of the picture remembering when we took this on her polaroid and when we got into a fight how she knocked glass of water over spilling on our photos.
“Derek you are being so immature!” She screamed at me throwing her hands through her long hair and sitting at the table throwing her head down and outstretching her arms causing her to knock over a plastic cup of water.
I gasped out as she cried out and we both ran towards the photo album holding our treasured memories.
She frantically grabbed a towel and started to dry the wet spots as I picked up as many photos as I could. We got all the photos and dried them out some water marked like the one we took on the night of our 4 year anniversary.
We both sank to our knees next to each other leaning against the kitchen island. I reached my hand out on the hardwood floor taking her dainty hand in mine.
“I’m sorry. I should have believed you and I’m sorry for acting so immature.” I whisper rubbing her hand softly.
“I’m sorry for yelling and knocking the water onto our photos.” She cried rubbing away tears with her free hand.
“Please baby don’t cry, it was an accident.” I say scooting her body into mine rubbing soothing circles on her hand and back.
“I love you.” She mumbles into my neck.
“I love you too.” I whisper into her hair kissing it and then continuing my circles.
“Almost done packing baby?” I hear her silky voice say from the door way.
I nod my head and continue to fold jerseys and place shoes into my bag. She wraps her arms around my waist and places the side of her cheek in between the blades of my shoulders. I turn around and rest my head on top of hers, stroking her long hair.
“It’s only two months.” I say pulling her closer to me.
“I know but that is the longest we have ever been apart.” She mumbles into my chest as I feel tears start to soak into my tee.
“It’s going to be okay, I will call you, text you, FaceTime you everyday and just think when I get home we can amazing ‘I missed you sex’.” I say pulling her back to look at her reaction.
She laughs and rolls her eyes then snuggles back into me. “I just don’t want to lose you.” She says pulling away going to sit on the bed next to my bag taking out the picture of us.
“You will never lose me.” I say taking the photo from her hands putting it in the bag, zipping it up and placing it on the ground. “Lets go to bed. I don’t leave till the morning and we can cuddle all night.” I say taking off my shirt and pants.
She nods her head and climbs into bed already in one of my tees, I pull the covers over us and pul her into my chest. She places her head on my bare chest and traces my tattoos that linger my body.
I can tell she is listening to my heart beat since her fingers dance to the same beat as my heart. I kiss her forehead and pull her tighter into my body if that is even possible and slowly drift off to sleep with my girl.
I wake up the next morning to the sound of Derek’s alarm going off signaling he has to get up since he leaves today. I sigh to my self and slightly shake his torso waking him up. He rubs his face and looks at the time. His face fills with sorrow as he looks at the digital clock to my longing eyes.
“It’s only two months.” He says locking his lips with mine and pulling me closer to him.
I pull away and smile placing my forehead against his. “You need to get up you leave in 20.” I say patting his chest and getting up my self making my way towards the bathroom where I do my hair and light makeup. I throw on one of Derek’s oversized sweatshirts and black skinny jeans.
I walk out to see Derek dressed and eating some breakfast. He looks at me with sad eyes. “Your tour is going to be great. You can cuddle with Skate.” I laugh walking over to him embracing my self into his sturdy arms.
“I aint cuddling with that giant!” Derek remarks causing both of us to giggle.
We head to the car and I sit in the passenger seat as Derek sits in the drivers seat. He places his hand on my thigh moving it up and down as we drive to where the tour bus is leaving from.
I look out the window holding back tears just reminding my self that its only two months. I know I sound pathetic but thats the longest I have ever seen apart from him. It was going to be hard.
We pull up to the large parking lot and see Skate, John and the other fabulous crew joining them on tour. Skate is running around jumping up and down causing his gold chain necklace to bounce. I smile at the scene. Derek squeezes my thigh and we hop out of the car.
“D LUH! Y/N!” Skate yells obviously high and runs over and hugs us both.
I laugh and his him back. “Be careful with him Maloley.” I say giving him a warning glare.
“Mami, I don’t need no babysitter I’m a man!” Derek says lifting his arms flexing.
“Your my man Luh.” I say kissing him passionately causing groans to come from the crew.
We smile and hug one last time as they all board the bus. Derek is the last to get on and once the doors close I can feel my heart rate increasing and tears forming. Derek stands in the window with his hand against the glass and crestfallen expression on his face. I wave goodbye as the tour bus drives away.
“It’s only two months.” I whisper watching the bus drive away.