15 years

It's been 15 years since Blake and I met. Every day was like a little diamond in my treasure box that I love to keep to myself.

On a Saturday morning, it was raining. Usually, Blake comes over for movies, or regular hang-outs. But today, he's kinda late. I wonder what's keeping him... not that I'm worried or 100 percent expecting him to come, but he's just not here, and I don't like being without him. He is my safe space. Being in his arms is the best thing ever. I know, it's a thing that a couple does, but it soothes me, and he can't bear to see me uncomfortable. It'll make him uncomfortable as well.

Thunderstorms cracks. I jump up as I am already catching up on me and Blake's favorite TV show. Not to worry, it's auto recorded. I cover myself under my pink fluffy blanket, shivering from the fear of thunder.

"Somebody's still afraid of thunderstorms, hmm?" I know that voice anywhere. And he's doing that smirk.

"Blake ! You're here! I thought you'd left me." I hug him real tight that my breast is pressed on his chest.

Blake's POV

Yet again, her breast is pressed on my chest, isn't it? She's so cute like this. Why can't I just confess? I'm a fucking idiot. Like, I've been with her for 15 fucking years, and what? No love? Ridiculous...better yet, hear this: I've never had a girlfriend myself in my personal life. Rosaline is my everything. She's my queen.

"Hey, I got snacks. I figured you started watching before me and finished the bowl of Mike popcorn. Or am I early enough?" I think I'm right. I know her too well.

"How, huh? Yes, I do want more popcorn, and I started watching, like halfway." she took the popcorn bag. Then threw it on the table. She then pulled me to her room.

"What? Hey, I'm going to fall if you pull me like this, you know? I can't get hurt now. It's football season." I trip, just as I said. But I purposely pull her on me. "See? You could've gotten hurt too. I care about you too much. You can't be too childish, okay?" I hugged her for about a good 3 minutes, literally on the staircase. She smells like roses, literally, like her name. I love it. I run my fingers through her hair. I don't like it sometimes. It's dyed to light brown. I miss the oak brown she was born with. "Hey, when and why did you dye your hair again?"

"Oh, ninth grade, and um, my, um..." she stopped, biting her left hands' fingernails.

"Stop. Don't. I remember now. It's fine." I remember, she had a boyfriend in ninth grade, not that she loved him, at all. He was a possessive guy. He didn't like her hair color. Just the hair. So he demanded her to dye it. it's getting washed off bit by bit, and she broke up with him because of my existence. Should I ask her to completely wash off? I mean, I hate this color scheme on her head. I can't bear it. But I don't wanna force her.

"What are you thinking about?" she burst my bubble. "You look a little spaced out. Are you okay?" there, again. She looks at me with those eyes. The world's most irresistible ones. Too beautiful.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good. Why are you taking me to your room?" I ask in confusion.

"Your face says it." she giggles like a little girl does, which she used to. It's adorable, and I never want to share that with anyone. And I know exactly what she's thirsty for. I'm just not sure...

Rosaline's POV

......If I'm ready...

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