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I woke up to face a familiar gray ceiling. It was like deja vu, really. It felt like so long ago since the first time I came into this room. It still felt weirder as ever. At least his bed was comfortable. And this gray blanket was so flipping soft, I could just pull it over my entire body and cuddle it. So I did.

I heard somebody chuckle and I let out a scream. It was short, but it made my point. Someone was going to murder me.

Wait, just kidding, that's just Lucas. False alarm, I'm not going to die yet. Haha, yet... Yeah, okay.

"Ah, you're finally awake!" Lucas exclaimed, clapping his hands. This was definitely deja vu because I'm ninety nine percent sure that he said that last time.

     I poked my head out of the blanket and instantly put it over my head after looking at him.

     "Am I that scary?" he asked with a laugh. His laugh is cute, but a lot of people's laughs are cute, so it's okay. This is where somebody inserts a smiley face.

     "No, you're that ugly!" I shrieked with a giggle. I hope he knew I was joking.

     I peaked out of the blanket and giggled at his pout. How can somebody be so hot?

     I feel so drunk, I could just-

     I hit the floor after instantly getting up and standing on the floor. My head was pretty dizzy and my vision went black for a second. My brain wasn't processing what I was really thinking. Pfft, I'd never think something bad without me knowing.

     "Hi there, bud," I chirped and sat on Lucas. I actually just dropped down onto his lap, which caused him to groan in pain. Ha, one point for Kylie.

     "You seem a bit out of it," Lucas pointed out with a raised eyebrow, "like, you're not acting... what's the word? Right, sober."

     "I am as sober as a dolphin, thank you very much!" I pouted and flicked his chest.

     "A dolphin?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "That analogy is weird."

     "As are you. So hush it and accept my analogy!" I exclaimed, putting my index finger against his lips and giggling like a manic. I am a maniac. A smart one. I think.

     "Do you need more rest? You're still pretty hot," Lucas asked worriedly, putting his hand to my forehead. His hand was warm and so was I. I suddenly felt warm all of the sudden, probably from him pointing it out. Dummy.

     "Can you cuddle with me?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows just for fun and holding out the "cuddle."

     "You are definitely not sober," he muttered, making me smack his arm.

     "I am so!" I retorted and huffed. "Cuddle with me!"

     He shook his head which made me cross my arms in frustration. It's not like he wouldn't cuddle with me any other day! So why not now?

     "Please," I begged, sticking out my bottom lip. "You'd do it with me every other day!"

     "Yes, but you're sick and not your normal self," he retorted and crossed his arms. Woah, I just realized I'm still sitting in his lap. "Why do you even want me to?"

     "I want you to 'cause I'm lonely in bed and I want to watch movies and be cute and stuff," I explained childishly.

     He rolled his eyes, but then sighed. "Fine, but I'm picking the movie."

     I smiled widely and put my arms around him. "Yay! But it cannot be horror. Deal?"

     "Deal."

     I stood up from his lap and jumped into his comfortable bed. I dug in my pockets to find my phone and texted my mom that I was at Lucas's. She was happier than I was about it.

     "We can either watch The Notebook, The Fault in Our Stars, or Mean Girls," he told me. It was funny because he just listed three chick flicks.

     "Mean Girls!" I exclaimed with a giggle. I suddenly had a big epiphany and I wiggled my eyebrows. "Let's have a Mean Girls marathon."

     "Hell yeah, I'm down for that," Lucas responded with a grin.

     This was going to be a very fun night.

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     The credits for Mean Girls 2 started to roll and I let put on a big smile because this had to be the best night of my life, even if I was sick and not processing every word that came out of my mouth. It was probably better that way anyways, so I didn't really care.

     Though the other movie for Mean Girls would never be as good as the original movie considering the plot was basically the same but with different characters, it sufficed. I also got to cuddle with Lucas, so it's okay!

     Yikes, that last sentence made me feel delusional.

     My head was currently lying on Lucas's chest, which was very warm. I felt his heart beat and it honestly made it a little drowsy. My mother did let me stay over, even though it was a school night. I was sick though, so I guess it didn't really matter. I didn't even know why my mom was letting me stay with Lucas considering he had to go to school and I was sick.

     It's not like I minded it though.

     I looked up at Lucas to see him staring at me. That isn't creepy at all. Not even one bit! Nada. None. Cero por ciento.

     "You're cute," Lucas commented out of the blue and I buried my head into his chest to hide the blush that was creeping up on my face.

     "Shut up," I replied with a muffled voice, the blush still coating my cheeks. Stupid hormones.

"You're still cute," Lucas said, breaking me out of my thoughts and making my blush darker than it previously was. If that's even possible at this point.

     "I hate you," I mumbled, my voice still muffled. I felt his chest move as he chuckled at my statement.

     "No, you love me, you little sicko," he retorted and I brought my head up and rolled my eyes.

     "You wish," I replied and poked his nose.

"Are you a ninety degree angle because you're looking right to me," Lucas told his cheesy pickup line and made me cringe hard. Yikes, this never ends well. Mine are better though.

I coughed, but then retorted, "That's so lame. Mine is better, look. Do you have a map? 'Cause I'm getting lost in your eyes."

He raised his eyebrow before coming back with another one, "Do you work at Starbucks? 'Cause I love you a latte."

I rolled my eyes, "Basic white girl. I'm not a photographer or anything, but I can picture us together."

On and on did the pickup line competition go until your favorite girl, Kylie, won. I was always good at pickup lines because I always look them up when I'm bored. Don't blame me, they're pretty funny. They're like memes, but next level. Lucas didn't have anymore pickup lines which made me the victor of all of the pickup lines. Heck yeah, gotta get my trophy now.

After we both brushed our teeth, me using an extra toothbrush of his because he's that one rich kid who has an extra of everything, I changed into a big shirt that he had and it went down to my mid thigh. We both lied back in his bed and talked about odd things, like how unicorns are evil or not. They are. Wow, it feels weird to think about me lying in his bed with him. Never thought I'd say that, haha.

"You sleep on the floor," I told him, trying to shove him off the bed but failing miserably. I pouted with a small huff, "You're so darn heavy! This isn't fair!"

     He scoffed, "I'm average weight and this is my bed. So you can either lay in bed with me or sleep on the floor."

     I wiggled my eyebrows and pointed at his huge, gray bean bag. "I'll sleep there. Give me a blanket, please and thanks."

     Lucas rolled his eyes, but complied anyways. Once I had a blanket and pillow, I laid down with a sigh of content. It wasn't as comfortable as his bed, but it would do. At least I think it will.

     "This bean bag is so fetch!" I exclaimed and giggled at my smart reference.

     "Gretchen, stop trying to make 'fetch' happen! It's not going to happen!" Lucas replied in a high pitched, sassy tone.

     I laughed loudly and faked being offended, putting my hands over my chest. "It will become a thing!"

     After arguing in high pitched tones for centuries, I finally let out a yawn. "I just realized I don't have clothes for tomorrow."

     "You can borrow some of my mom's old clothes. I'm surprised she didn't throw them out though," he replied, scrolling through his phone.

     "Whatever you say, dad," I hummed and let out another yawn. I threw the blanket off of me because it started to get hot.

     "That is daddy to you," Lucas responded, making me want to barf. In reality, I could if I really tried just because I was sick, but I wasn't.

     "You're so gross, shut up and go to sleep. It's already eleven," I said and rolled my eyes.

     "Whatever you say, darling."

     Yeah, I ended up in his bed instead of the bean bag. It wasn't my fault that it was the most comfortable thing in the world. Plus, even if it made me hot, I hogged the blanket, so life is pretty darn good right now.

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donE i wanted to add fluff to this book so i did. even if it wasnt that much of fluff tho, but u never know when it'll come ;))

anyways, here's the question of the day (:

qotd: would u rather live in the city or the countryside?

aotd: city bc i really don't enjoy the countryside that much.

as always, stay beautiful. stay handsome. stay you. thanks for sticking around for this very cheesy book.

- aspen