If I die tonight, I want you to give Dick the ring in my closet, give Tim my computer, donate all of my organs to those in needs, except my middle finger, give that to Bruce, and say the Brat can share it too.
Prompt #20: Let’s have a some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anyone.
Summary: Reader got ready for the dance with Veronica and Betty but when the party at Cheryl’s happened she didn’t expect a suprise. The surprise in the form of Jughead Jones and getting dared to play seven minutes in heaven with the boy.
Character: Reader x Jughead Jones, Veronica, Betty, Archie, Cheryl, and Reggie Mantle (mentioned)
Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. Also to clarify in the tv series Jughead is NOT asexual and this is not based on the comics.
Warnings: Make out session, swearing, alcohol, fluff and a party
If you had to answer someone on what was the most surprisingly thing the first week of school you could answer. After the school dance everyone went to Cheryl’s place for a party. It didn’t matter if you hated her guts everyone went, either for the alcohol, the drama or just to see the castle of a home the popular girl lived in.
The most surprising thing was when you noticed that Jughead Jones was lounging around the room where everyone was. You couldn’t believe he had made an appearance at this party because majority of the popular kids were rude to him. You noticed that Archie was even surprised at Jughead.
“Jughead what are you doing here?” You asked. He had opened his mouth before Cheryl interrupted.
“Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anyone.” Cheryl smiled, “Well maybe once but they moved away.”
You rolled your eyes at her words because she would have been the reason that person fled town. The girl pouted her plump lips before calling everyone to circle up.
September 2016: “You have to look at it that way because it’s not a prison sentence. It’s an opportunity.”
Hmm, interesting thing to keep emphasizing with regards to One Direction…
Meanwhile, in what’s just a selection of imagery from the other side, June 2014 and February 2015:
I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders I got chains, chains around my feet I got stripes, stripes around my shoulders And them chains, them chains, They’re about to drag me down (Johnny Cash, I Got Stripes)
And the unforgettable month of November 2014:
Caged and caught perhaps but…
Whatever chains are holding you back Holding you back, don’t let ‘em tie you down (One Direction, What A Feeling)
Yeah, I’d guess there could be a reason he feels the need to insist it’s not a prison sentence that they’re trying to work around…
I’ve been lurking around the fandom stalking and I really wanted to be able to contribute to this wonderful-heartbreaking-touching-fabulous fandom. This would be my AskSamStuff contest entry for Sam’s birthday, based on this post. And as a starting point for me to get out of my closet. I just really want Sam to have something he can call his own darn it TT
I’m awkward, hella nervous and talk to much. I hope everyone’s willing to deal with the addition of me and my mess to the fandom!
I dreamt that all the clothes I’d ever gotten rid of came back and wanted revenge on me, so I hid in my closet, but the clothes in there turned against me and so I was strangled to death by my favorite swimsuit.
“meeting the boys at like a meet and greet or something and whispering “hi daddy” or something like that to ethan and him being shook and yeah, ethan’s daddy kink will be the death of me - your fav ethan girl, sam”
Warnings: Mention of daddy but not much else
A/N: Y/S/N-Your sister’s name. Thanks for all the notes on my first imagine you guys! Means a lot to me! Requests are OPEN!
I did not want to get up this morning, but I needed to. I had to meet my sister to go over some stuff for her wedding this summer. Thankfully we were meeting at Starbucks and her fiancé works there so we get discounts. I crawled out of bed and walked to my closet. I didn’t want to dress too fancy but I also didn’t want to look too bummy in case the cute barista Kyle was working. I decided to wear an oversized powder blue t-shirt with black leggings. I applied a little amount of eyeliner and baby pink lip gloss. I brushed my hair down hoping it wouldn’t frizz to terribly. I threw my black vans on and ran down the stairs and out the door muttering ‘bye’ to my mom who was standing in the kitchen with my dad. I felt the cold wind brush my skin. I sucked in a breath, wishing I had grabbed a jacket. Thankfully, Starbucks was about a 5 minute walk from my house so I didn’t see any reason to grab one. After all, the high for today is 70°F degrees so I’m not too worried. Hopefully the walk will warm me up.
I was wrong. The weather was getting chillier than normal. I could feel my teeth slightly chatter. I checked my weather app on my phone which read 54°F. Thankfully I could see the Starbucks in the distance. Instead of ordering a caramel frappucino I decided I’ll get something a little bit warmer. I pulled open the glass door and I saw my sister inside wearing her varsity jacket and glasses. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun and her black framed glasses rested near the tip of her nose. I made my way to the barista who was smiling at me.
“Hey Kyle.” I said blushing a bit. His dark slicked back hair looked really good in his green hat. His dark eyes and big hands grabbed a venti cup as he wrote my name.
“Hey Y/N! Caramel frap extra whip?” He asked me and I shook my head. “What? Y/N are you okay?” He asked setting the cup and marker down. I could hear my sister laughing from a few tables away.
“Yes I’m fine but it’s also -2 outside so I’m feeling something on the warm side.” I said looking up at the menu. “Ooo a white chocolate mocha latte sounds good. I would like that.” I smiled as his marker wrote on the paper cup. I paid the discounted price and I went over and sat with my sister. “There the soon to be bride!” I exclaimed and she covered her face.
“Hopefully we can pick dresses and flower arrangements today. The colors are pink and charcoal so the guys will have pink boutonniere and the gals will have pink bridesmaid dresses. And you Y/N will wear a charcoal dress with a pink bow around the waist, yes?” My sister says and I scroll through all of my social medias on my phone. Y/S/N was still talking and going on and on about this wedding this August. I didn’t really care at this point. I would rather be at home in my warm bed watching 13 Reasons Why. I was scrolling through twitter when I saw one of my favorite twins had tweeted.
@ethandolan: Just finished editing the video for this week you guys. Probably Gray and I’s favorite so far! See you on Tuesday!
I smiled at my phone. “Hello?” I snap out of my thoughts and look at my sister puzzled. Her eyebrows were furrowed like she was confused but her lips were in a flat line as if she knew I wasn’t paying any attention. “Y/N have you been listening to me at all?” Y/S/N asked and I decided to lie.
“Of course Y/S/N! You and Tyler want flowers at your wedding.” I saved and she rolled her eyes, obviously not impressed.
“Tyler’s mom is allergic to daisies. We want orchids. Gosh if I would have known you were going to be on your phone the whole time I would have just invited mom to help me.” Y/S/N lectured me when I heard the sweetest sound.
“White chocolate mocha for Y/N.” Tyler, sister’s fiance, says and I look at my sister. I hear her huff as I stand from my seat. I walked to the bar and grabbed the little plastic piece you can stick in the mouth hole to keep you hot drinks from spilling. I decided I wanted to add some milk to tone the heat down. I looked around before I saw the touch up station which had sugars, cream, milk, etc. so you can make your coffee how you wanted.
As I was pouring my milk into my drink to help cool it down, I heard the bell ring signalling someone had walked into the store. I turned my head and I almost dropped the milk when I see two familiar faces. Ethan and Grayson Dolan had just walked into Starbucks. The Starbucks I go to on a weekly basis. The Starbucks my soon-to-be brother-in-law works.
“Eth what do you want?” Grayson asks as they both walk up to the menu. He was wearing a black snapback and a long sleeved shirt with jeans. Obviously he knew it was chilly outside today. I am shook right now. I look around to see the only people in the Starbucks is my sister, me, baristas (like 5), the twins, and some old guy. This was my chance.
“Caramel frappuccino extra whip? Why do you even ask.” He says as he runs his fingers through his hair. He was wearing his 4OU hoodies and some sweats. He must have been at his house just chilling and editing when he probably got a craving. He looked extremely attractive right now. I was about to ask for a picture until my sister snaps at me.
“Y/N!” I heard my sister snap. I look towards her and I notice the boys also look my direction. Embarrassed, I scurried off to my seat across from my sister and I’m basically hyperventilating. I want to go up and ask for a picture because how often does this happen? Never! Ethan and Gray don’t casually always come to the same Starbucks as me. Then again, I don’t want to bother them. They are probably just getting coffee and leaving to go finish for the video for Tuesday. My sister looked towards the twin and then mouthed ‘is that them?’ to me. I nodded and put my finger over my mouth signalling her to please not say anything. “Go ask for a picture.” She says and I shake my head. She looked back at the twins who were talking and waiting for their coffee.
“Y/S/N please.” I begged.
“Hey!” She shouts and the boys turn their head towards us. “Are you guys the youtube kids?” She asks and I bury my face in my hand. I could feel my cheeks changing temperature from a nice cool to fire burning red right about now.
“Yeah I’m Gray and this is Ethan. We just finished this week’s video it will be up Tuesday.” He says smiling at me. Ethan was smiling at me too and I blushed even harder.
“That blush is super cute just saying.” Ethan says and I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t know what to say.
“Excuse me?” I said and Ethan laughed again.
“Your face is as red as Winnie The Pooh’s shirt. I said it was cute.” He says changing his posture to be standing taller.
“T-Thanks. It’s nat-natural.” I said awkwardly stuttering. Ethan kept smiling. He even licked his lip, cracking a wider smile.
“Sorry she doesn’t get out much and plus she’s a big fan.” Y/S/N said and I lightly hit her
Shoulder which made Ethan laugh.
“Haha don’t worry about it. We’ve had girls who were hysterically crying to the loudest most boisterous people ever so we’ve seen it all. What’s your name?” Grayson asks us with a smile.
“Y/N.” I replied smiling.
“Well Y/N would you like a picture? Your sister can be in it too if she wants.” Grayson asks and my sister looks at me.
“I wouldn’t but she would.” My sister points to me. She pulls out her phone and Grayson stands in front of the muffins and other baked goods.
“Come on Y/N.” Ethan says as he pulls out my chair making me get up. I stand to my feet and walk over to them smiling. My sister follows and stands a few feet in front of us.
We take normal pictures, funny pictures, even pictures of them kissing my cheeks. They were honestly the sweetest most down to earth guys I have ever met. We even did a picture where they picked me up sideways and held me. That one took a few shots because we all kept laughing.
“Dolans!” The barista shouts.
“I got it.” Grayson says leaving just Ethan and I by ourselves. I looked at Ethan who was smiling which made me smile.
“Sorry for being awkward earlier and thanks for the picture.” I said picking at my jeans. He chuckled throwing his head back.
“Don’t worry about it. Want to do another picture? Just us two?” He asks and I nod. I pull out my phone and angle it up. This was my chance. I was never going to see them again and I was just going to be any other fan. Ethan kisses my cheek and I snap the picture. I showed Ethan and he nodded his head. “Make sure to tweet that to me so I can follow you and so I can have it on my phone. I love meeting fans.” Ethan says as Grayson walks up with coffees.
“E we have to get going. It was nice to meet you Y/N.” Grayson says giving me a hug. I hugged him back of course. I turned to Ethan. Now or never. I lean in for a hug.
“Thanks daddy.” I whispered in his ear. I could feel him freeze. I pulled away with a kiss on his cheek. I heard him gulp as I pulled away from him. “Hey Y/S/N ready to go?” I hollered at my sister not even worrying about the shocked Ethan that was standing still. “Hopefully I’ll see you guys around!” I said with a wave. Grayson waved back and Ethan stood frozen in his place.
I’m going to be honest, I am flawed in so many ways that sometimes broken mirrors are luckier than I am. I am cracked in every direction, splattered with old regrets and memories that probably will never fade away. I am the emotional baggage people leave behind at airports when they find their true loves, I am the product of things people never wanted. I have a lot of skeletons in my closet and I am not proud of some of the things I’ve done. On really lonely nights, I feel like I deserve all this and I don’t try to make up for my mistakes. I am stubborn– you would have more luck convincing the Greek gods of their shadows than you would with me. I’m picky and sad a lot of the times, being satisfied is a feeling I am not familiar with. I am telling you all of this now because as you know, we are all imperfect. But I don’t want you to spend your time looking for all the reasons why you shouldn’t love me; as human beings we are destructive compositions of everything our mothers warned us about and we will never find a person untainted by their own faults– if we were rational, we would take love off the table. There are a lot of things about me– about anybody– that should scare you. There are a lot of things to run away from. But I won’t hide them from you, like buried treasure, you will find them eventually. You will pick at them with the tips of your fingers and ask yourself if you can stand it, if your heart is strong enough to weather the symptoms of this particular person and I will bare my worst to you, promise you that bad days are in store if you decide not to leave. There is no use in lying, no purpose in trying to fix certain parts of ourselves that make us who we are– sometimes there are holes you cannot patch up. But I will do my very best to tell you the truth, to show you that I am not pristine, that pedestals are not where I belong. I will allow myself to be completely and utterly me around you. And that is the best way I know how to ask you to stay.
Let’s face it we’re all a little messed up but somehow that doesn’t stop us from loving
Though I’m not entirely sure he wants to, Auston spends the rest of the afternoon helping me put together my bedroom, closet and bathroom. I let him take a break after he makes a small noise in the back of his throat when I ask him to move the shelf he just finished organizing to the other side of my closet. He’s currently napping on my bed with both my dogs sprawled out beside him, the traitors. I eye them a moment, Auston has his sweatshirt back on and the hood pulled up over his eyes though I can see his lips parting slightly every time he breathes.
My stomach growls and I still need to get groceries before the day is over. I glance at the clock and see it’s nearly seven already. I quietly wake the two dogs and usher them out of my room before going back to my bed, climbing on it gently so I don’t wake him that way.
“Auston,” I murmur, putting my hand on his stomach and pressing slightly. “Wake up,” I whisper but I know I’m being too quiet and gentle.
“Hey,” I say a little louder this time and he twitches though he doesn’t wake. I sigh and curse how cute he looks sleeping and I don’t have it in my heart to shake him awake. I sit back on my heels and eye him a moment, straying down to his pants and a wicked idea comes to mind. I lay beside him on my side and place my hand on his thigh, not bothering to being so gentle this time, his eyes remain closed. Slowly running my hand along his thigh I kiss his lips softly, he stirs slightly beneath me, no, beneath my hand.
“Auston,” I whisper again, my lips brushing his jaw. I push down a bit harder with my hand and make quick work of his button and zipper just as he had me. This time when he moves below me his hood tips back and reveals his brown eyes fluttering open lazily. “Hi,” I grin down at me him and he eyes me a moment before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
“What do you want now,” he mutters though he smirks up at me.
“I want a lot of things,” I reply, my fingers resting just inside his jeans.
“Name one thing in particular right now,” Auston says, putting his hands back behind his head.
“Ben and Jerry’s,” I say, giving him a serious look.
“I don’t think that’s the top of your list right now…”
“You didn’t say top, you just said ‘one thing’” I remind him and flex my fingers, his body responds automatically and I smirk.
Auston doesn’t say anything more though his eyes narrow and he breathes in deeply. I stop my movements and my breathing comes to a halt. That look… In a split second I’m suddenly beneath him and his mouth is on mine. Though I don’t think Auston realized how close to the end of the bed I was because the moment he shifts his weight over me, we tumble to the floor. We stare at each other in shock for a moment, a tangle of limbs and burst out laughing.
“Suppose there are worse ways to wake up,” Auston says, and I remember one of the first nights I spent in Toronto and saying those exact words to him.
I laugh again and climb off of him, helping him back to his feet.
“You can stay here if you want but I need to get myself some groceries,” I move to my closet and drag out a clean set of clothes. I hesitate a moment, eyeing Auston who is still watching me. “Turn around or go out in the hallway,” I shoo him with my hands.
“Really?” Auston asks raising his eyebrows.
“Yes, really!” I snap, my cheeks flushing.
“Y/N, I’ve seen you in a bathing suit, I don’t see how this is much different,” he says seriously and I consider it for a moment.
“That’s different,” I start. “Bathing suits aren’t an intimate item of clothing.” I walk towards him, placing my hand on his chest and forcing him backwards out of my room and into the hallways. “Be down in a minute,” I blow him a kiss and close the door on his annoying smirk.
I meet him downstairs in the living room where Auston is being terrorized by my two dogs bouncing around him.
“Coming with?” I ask him, grabbing my coat and purse from the foyer.
“Of course,” he says and I grin.
Grocery shopping with Auston is much like taking a small child, I remind him on more than once occasion that I’m shopping for me, though he pouts enough when I tell him to put a thing of muffins back that I set it back in my cart, much to his excitement. By the time we get to the checkout line I think that over the half the items in my cart are what Auston convinced me to get. Although he does make up for it by loading everything into the trunk of my car, again by carrying everything inside for me as I get set on organizing.
I’m surprised at how easy and comfortable it is being with Auston all day. I pause at the sink, rinsing the plates we used for dinner before placing them in the dishwasher. Auston notices and eyes me warily.
“What’s wrong?” He asks.
“I just realized, I haven’t been sad or lonely for a second since my parents left me yesterday,” I say softly, turning and looking at him. “I was so sure that I wouldn’t even be able to function…” I smile up at Auston. “Maybe this was supposed to be my home all along.”
“Only one way to find out,” Auston says, nodding towards my backyard. “Ask your star.”
I blink at him, surprised he even remembered the conversation we had a week ago over the phone. I had been babbling about a meteor shower that was supposed to happen and somehow had gotten on the topic of the story my dad told me about Polaris. He gives me soft smile and takes the plate from my hand.
“Go on,” he pushes me gently towards the backdoor.
I listen and grab his sweatshirt that was still resting on the couch where I left it last night. Pulling it over my head and stuffing my feet into my boots, I step out into the bitter cold of a Toronto winter. My eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness, though when I can finally make out the stars in the distant sky my breath leaves my body. Being slightly away from the lights of the city had been high of my list of requirements for a home, standing here in the backyard I remembered why.
There’s thousands of twinkling lights above me, my trained eyes immediately fly across the sky, finding different sequences and constellations. When they finally fall upon Polaris I tilt my head slightly in consideration.
Auston looks up at me from the couch when I clamber back inside, kicking my boots to the side. He’s lying across my couch, head propped up on an armrest, watching the Habs and Bruins game.
“So?” He asks, watching me as I make my way over to the couch, perching on the edge by his hips.
“I learned one thing for sure,” I nod at him and he raises his eyebrows.
“To wear gloves when I go outside,” I say and before he can pull away or flinch, I put my hand against the sliver of his exposed stomach.
Auston lets out a hiss and tries to jerk away from me but his back is already against the couch. So he reaches down and pulls my hand free of his stomach while I erupt into a fit of giggles. Rolling his eyes at me he brings my hand to his mouth, kissing my knuckles.
“You aren’t going to tell me, are you?” Auston muses and I wink.
I go to stand back up but he holds my hand tight.
“Where are you going?” Auston asks, tugging me back down onto the couch.
“Um, I was going to go sit over there,” I nod my head at the chair beside the couch.
“No stay here, Mitch and the other’s will be here soon,” Auston says. Earlier Mitch had been snapping both me and Auston and yelling at me because Auston wasn’t playing COD with him. So to calm him down I told him he could come over, he then invited all the others who play COD online together.
“And when they get here, I can’t do this,” he pulls me down so I’m lying next to him and kisses me, his hand on my neck. I respond and hook my leg over his, though this isn’t one of our steamy make out sessions, I just don’t want to fall off the couch.
Almost immediately lights flash across the wall behind us and my dogs start barking that someone is here.
Auston lets out an annoyed sigh against my lips as I laugh.
“To be continued,” I wink at him and get to my feet, setting off to wrangle my hounds.
Thirty minutes later there’s boys everywhere and I have suddenly become the mother to seven grown men. They all brought their own food, and some for Auston and I wish we both already ate but we don’t tell them that, so there is a mess of food on my coffee table and one of my dogs already stole someone’s biscuit.
Morgan and Mitch are arguing over by the T.V, trying to get their game system that they decided my house needed set up. I had asked them why I would need it and they all had looked at me like I was an idiot.
“So we can play here…” Morgan had said slowly like I needed time to process his words.
“Did I say you could play here?” I had retorted and a silence had fallen over the room, they looked at each other like they hadn’t considered it. Auston then looked up at me from his place on the couch.
“Can we play here?” He asked and a wave of heads turned to look at me, my face flushed.
“Yes, you can play here,” I muttered and I had busied myself with forcing a paper towel into Mitch’s hand, he already have spilled something down the front of his shirt and he was sitting on my favorite rug. Like I said, literally a mother to seven man boys.
“And so Auston can play here when he’s shack-,“ Will starts and I throw a dagger look at him.
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” I say to him and he smirks.
“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he says shoving a forkful of food into his mouth, all the while grinning at me.
I glance at the clock and see it’s nearly 10:30 already.
“Isn’t it past your bedtimes?’ I ask the room and Morgan pipes up.
“Hold up, I’m older than you. You adopted Mitch and Will when you started dating Auston so you can only boss them around.”
My face reddens at the word “dating” is that what we are doing? Auston and I hadn’t talked about it and it’s not like he asked me to be his girlfriend. Though we did say we were exclusive. My mind whirls a thousand miles an hour and Morgan frowns at me.
“Uh I was just kidding…” he says slowly and I realize I must look offended or something.
“Oh no, I was too, I just… uh…” I look anywhere but at Auston.
“Are you not dating? Did I make something awkward?” Morgan asks, his eyes flashing between Auston and I and I want to fall into the floor and disappear.
“I uh…” I stutter. “I’m going to take a…” I point to the stairs and back towards them, trying to keep my face calm and clear before turning and bolting up them. Feeling Auston’s eyes on me the entire way.
Everyone stares at Y/N’s retreating back as she scrambles up the stairs.
“Nice one, Morgan,” I snap at him. “First time you meet her and you pissed her off already. New record,” I lean back against the couch as I finally get the system working on Y/N’s T.V.
“I didn’t mean to!” Morgan retorts and looks at Auston.
“Are you not dating? I honestly thought you were,” he tries to defend himself, his eyes flashing to the stairs again.
“Well, I mean… I think so,” Auston stammers, looking at me like it’s a question.
“What do you mean you think so?” I ask him, and the controller is ripped from my hands by Zach, who has little interest in the current conversation.
“I guess we never said it but I thought we were…”
“Dumbass,” Morgan says and I nod in agreement.
“Doesn’t look like she thinks that, Matts,” I say, taking the controller back from Zach while he isn’t looking.
Auston looks a little lost at what he’s supposed to do, his face clearly showing his confusion. I hear the water turn on upstairs, which I assume means Y/N is taking a shower.
“Good luck, buddy,” is all I say to him. Auston rubs his face with his hand which is what he usually does when he’s stressed.
Though he stands and makes his way to the stairs, but not before hitting Morgan over the head with the back of his hand as he passes by.
I take my time in the shower, letting all the hot water rinse away the stress and tears that I’ve shed the last few days while moving. By the time I turn off the water my bathroom is steamed up and my skin is a slight pink. I wrap myself in a towel and step out into my bedroom, I’m halfway to my closet before I realize there is someone sitting on my bed.
Squealing, I clutch the towel even tighter around myself. Auston looks up from where he had been staring at the floor and meets my eyes. To my surprise his gaze never falls down to my towel.
“What are you doing?” I finally manage to get out, my heart calming down against my ribs.
“I wanted to talk to you about what Morgan said,” he says simply, looking back down at his hands and I’m guessing it’s so he doesn’t let his gaze slip to my towel.
“While I’m naked?” I ask, one of my hands darting down to my leg to make sure the towel is actually covering all of me.
“That was an unexpected bonus,” Auston admits, his eyes flashing to me for just a moment and my cheeks warm.
I glance at my closet but I don’t want to wait Auston wait any longer to say what he wants, he looks like his head might explode. Hesitantly, I make my way to the bed and after being positive that I can sit modestly, I lower myself down next to him.
“So talk,” I say.
Auston shifts next to me, looking comfortable.
“I was under the impression that we were…” he starts and I think I hear embarrassment in his voice. “I thought that we were, you know… together…” he rubs the back of his head.
“I was under the impression that you can only say you’re with someone is if you actually ask them,” I say right back.
Auston shifts again next to me and looks at me at a loss of words. I wait, not saying anything.
“Right now?” He asks incredulously.
“Ask me,” I whisper.
“Wanna be my girlfriend?’ he asks awkwardly and I erupt into a fit of giggles.
“Mitch is going to hate me now,” I say through my giggles and he rolls his eyes at me.
“I’m taking that as a yes,” he says and then his eyes flash down to my legs and I realize my movement from laughing made my towel slide up, exposing the tops of my thighs. I quickly reach down and pull my towel back down.
“Look at that, I call you my girlfriend and you’re already naked,” he smirks at me and I swat his arm.
“I may be naked but your best friends are downstairs. So, you go back down there and I’ll be down in a few minutes,” I tap his nose with my finger and stand up.
“But…” Auston starts and I cut him off with a quick kiss.
“Later,” I whisper against his lips.
Auston pouts for a moment before standing and shuffling to the doorway, giving me one last longing look before closing the door behind him. I wait until I hear the top stair creak before jumping around my room like a giddy high school girl.