Collection Of Cheeky Thoughts

Just a little something cheeky I thought I'd treat you guys with.. 😉

word count: 1.8k (or so)

content warnings: sexual content

I sit on the small red couch of our apartment, some music is trickling out through the radio as I hear the lock in the door turn, I get up averting myself from the magazine I was reading to stand up to greet him.

"hey Duff."

I say, a sweet smile curling over my lips, a matching one plastered on his. His hand makes it's way naturally to my lower back as he pulls me slightly closer to him. He focuses down on me, and he murmurs,

"I've been waiting all day to come home."

"oh yeah?"

I say, a cheeky grin on my face. His gaze lingers on my lips as his thumb brushes my bare back past the hem of my shirt.

"mhm, you're lookin' real pretty"

he says, his voice low and slow.

"well thank you."

His smile widens at my response, his hand sliding up my back under my shirt, tracing lazy shapes on my skin.

"You're welcome baby, I mean it too."

he grins, a hungry look flashing over his eyes as he leans in, his lips inches from my neck as he whispers,

"You smell real good too..."

"somebodies feeling generous tonight"

I laugh, leaning into his touch as some soft swinging blues tickle through the radio behind me. He chuckles against me, his hand trailing back down my back to hold my waist, giving my hip an appreciative squeeze.

"can't help it."

he mumbles against my skin, planting a soft kiss just below my ear, his blonde locks tickling my chin as he leans down to do so. I laugh softly, my hand massaging through his hair as I mumble my thanks. He grins, against my skin, kissing his way up to my lips. his arms tightening around me slowly.

he works his way back down my cheek to my neck before pulling back to look at me, his eyes warm and full of joy after what I assume could only be a boring day.

I kiss down his arm, from where his t-shirt hem is rolled up down his bicep and arm softly, I tentatively kiss onto his hands, kissing the tips of his fingers as a soft giggle leaves me. His eyes are glued to me, his heart hammering against his ribs as he watches my lips pressed lightly against each fingertip.

"you're too good too me."

he whispered, I don't think he even meant to say it because when I looked up at him there was some pink in his cheeks followed by a sheepish look.

"your welcome"

I grin, kissing his thumb, licking it ever so slightly as I look up at him. A sharp breathe hisses through his teeth as he feels the flick of my tongue, his eyes growing hungrier, his jaw growing less stressed as he watched me. that tiny gesture hits him harder than I realize, which I notice when he lets out a low groan.

"jeez....."

he mumbles as he slowly pushes his thumb between my lips, it's a soft teasing motion but it makes his breath hitch at how receptive I am. As his thumb disappears between my lips my tongue swirls around it slowly.

"Fuck baby..."

he rasps, stroking his thumb over my lower lip as he pulls it out. I laugh a bit, I'm having fun with how much I can test him without even that much contact. My tongue darts out of my lips and licks his rough thumb again, looking up at him as his pupils dilate as he watches me closely. He realizes your testing him, and it's working, he's getting desperate from this weird torture.

I smile, pulling his thumb from my lips. He whines in a low needy tone he watches me grin up at him, my lips shiny and wet.

"goddamn it, you're bad today."

he mumbles as I giggle a bit. I'm enjoying this more than I thought I would. A wide boyish grin breaks across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes. He wraps both his arms tightly around me waist, pulling me into a tight hug.

"you're killing me here..."

he mumbles into my neck, I free one of my arms and hold his his jaw as I kiss his cheek softly. I kiss my way down his jaw and behind his ear. His grin turns lazy and content as he tilts his head to side, giving into my touch. His tough exterior (so he claims) has fully melted away and he's just a boy happy to see his girlfriend.

"I've been waiting all day Duff, I'm in a certain mood at the moment." I whisper, barely audible but he knows how I am when I get like this. The tone of my whisper sending a jolt of tension through him as his grin turns into a cheeky one.

"oh yea?"

he murmurs slyly against my ear, his rough hands sliding down to squeeze my ass slowly.

"what kinda mood are we talkin?" he teases, he knows just what I'm talking about and I slowly walk him backwards to the couch, pushing him back down as I wrap myself onto his lap. He falls back onto the couch with a grunt he pretends to be surprised with. his arms immediately wrapped around my waist tighter to steady me. One of his hands creeps down to squeeze my thigh possessively.

"fuck..."

"yeah, that's what I'm in the mood for."

I mumble, a slight smile tugging at my lips as his hands slide up my thighs slowly.

"well hello ms. mood, I've been waiting for you" he teases.

"oh have you now?"

he chuckles at that, his fingers digging into my thighs as he pulls me closer down onto his lap. I can already feel him twitching through his jeans.

"mhm, I been waiting all fuckin' day for you to give me that look."

"oh come on, how could I not."

I mumble as my hands slide over his chest, my tongue darting out to lick my lips as I look down at him. He looks up at me with those big hazel eyes, they track my movements hungrily, a low grumble leaving his chest as my fingers trace over his chest.

"baby..."

he whispers, that causes me to grin wider, I'm really having an effect on him today.

"Dont fuckin' smile at me like that unless you're gunna.... fuck...." he trails off, as I trace his abs through his thin ratty shirt. he knows exactly what that smile means.

"oh I'm gunna.."

I giggle, causing his jaw to tense a bit as he watches me toy with him, his hands roam over me mischievously.

"stop teasin' me and get started baby" he commanding teasingly.

"ask nicely." I retort.

"please baby," he purrs, tilting his head back against the couch.

"please stop teasing me.. I need this baby." he whines, his hands squeezing at my thighs.

"please," he mutters one more time, looking at me with a needy hunger in his eyes.

"very good." I smile, sliding my hands past the hem of his shirt, drawing a gasp from him as my fingers slide over his heated skin. His head drops back again limply as he arches into my touch.

"thats cheating" he groans, his stomach contracting and tensing.

"fuck, don't stop" he murmurs as I lean up,

planting a kiss on his Adam's apple. His hands fly up to grip my hips as his head falls back further. my fingers tickle and tease further up as he babbles curses, I can feel him twitch against my thigh. I pull off his shirt and he lifts his arms compliantly. His tattoos now fully exposed, I kiss down the inky patterns that spiral over his bicep. His eyes flutter closed, he's completely at my mercy under me.

I trace my fingers under the waistband of his jeans slowly, his stomach contacting once more. He swallows hard, eyes shooting back open to look down at me.

"baby.." he mumbles.

"yes baby?" I whisper, as I pull my loose shirt up over my head, revealing my lack of bra. His eyes snap open at the sight of my bare skin, a low groan escaping him as he clutches the fabric of the couch.

"wanna touch?"

"fuck, I wanna touch everything, your hips, your tits, your ass.."

he trails on, running a hand through his hair trying to contain himself. I take his hands in mine, gently guiding them up my body to squeeze my exposed boobs. A low guttural groan escapes him as his fingers mold around my nipples.

"fuck- baby..." he purrs, he squeezes gently feeling the soft skin over his palms.

a soft "mhm" escapes me as I grind into his lap. his hips buck up into me, his grip tightening as a needy whine escapes him.

"you're making this real hard.." but he doesn't stop, I know he likes when I try to drive him crazy like this.

"good.." I smoothly mumble, that draws a chuckle from him as he pitches my hardening nipples. one of his hands moving to pull me down harder onto his hardening lap.

"mhm, that's the point isn't it? to torture me?" he whines, his voice is strained like he's holding onto his control.

I moan a soft yes in return, my hand moving down to palm him through his tight jeans.

"fuck- fuck, baby.."

his hips buck up into me, his cock straining through the denim. He can feel how painfully hard he is and I'm only making it worse for him by rubbing him such a slow manner. his head falls back again, eyes squeezed shut.

"come on, please.."

I lean up, kissing his throat causing a whine to emit from him at the lack of contact with his straining jeans. my lips place kisses down his chest, following the path my hands took earlier, when I reach his lower stomach my tongue darts out, swiping across his skin. he bucks up desperately below me. His hands grip at the couch fabric as I kiss lower, and lower.

I undo his belt slowly, his hips instinctively so I can undo the zipper on his jeans, allowing me to tug down the waistband. He swallows hard as I kiss just above the waistband of his boxers. as I finally pull them off his cock spring up, twitching against his stomach. His fingers find my hair as my tongue drags over his sensitive skin.

"shit- shit, honeyy.." he whines, his hips bucking desperately. his breathing ragged as he leaks pre-come onto his stomach. I lick up his cock slowly.

"holy fuck-" he moans, his hand shooting to his own thigh to stop him from roughly thrusting up into my mouth. I kiss and lick him slowly a few times before a whimper escapes him.

I love making him make these sounds because I knew that he didn't make them easily. the heat between my legs was growing from just the thought that I was making him feel so good right now. His hand grips his thigh tighter.

"baby, you can't- I can't- swallow me please.." he babbles, his cock twitching against my lips.

Should I make a part 2? 🤨

word count: 1.7k

part 3 of many to come.

My eyes flutter open as I hear a soft symphony of bird song from outside the station wagon. and my eyes shoot open as I remember the activities of the night prior, but as I raise my head slowly I find that they are all still asleep, poor guys, they must be exhausted.

than as I regain my senses I realize that a warm pair of arms if pulling me towards Izzy's chest. I look up at him seeing his still deep in sleep but in his sleep he's treated me like a stuffy. I grin to myself but I start to shift softly.

Even though I don't mind my current position, curled up in some hot guys lap, I feel like it's a good idea to get up now. So I shift and he's eyes begin to flutter open. His hands dart off my hips as he realizes his hand placement. 

"sorry" nothing but a gruff grumble but it makes me smile. "thats ok." I chuckle a bit, but as he gets more and more awake it becomes more and more apparent how strange this placement is for both of us. so I crack the door open, and I crawl off him. 

as soon as I stand up my spine cracks in the best way possible, drawling a little groan from my lips as I stretch up to the sky. He gets out of the car too as I start to hear the others stir. he stretches too and a low loud groan escapes his chest too. 

I lean on the side of the car as I look at out surroundings. we are on the part of the interstate that is only about 2 hours away from Seattle. on one side of the road is a long stretch of sand that leads to sets of crashing waves. and on the other side is a deep dense forest. I marvel at the beauty of where I am, the morning sun is seeping into the ground so the cold dew and mist is evaporating and leaving us with a warm summer day. 

while I was pondering it seems everybody else has woken up too. as we stand around the car as they all grumble about how sore they are. but the redhead, Axl, thanks me profusely. 

they all learn my name as we stand out there for a few more minutes, I don't think anybody wants to sit back down. I get properly introduced and I quickly learn that these boys are very good at bickering. 

so when we climb back into the car, Duff is not hesitant to drown out the dumb yammering's of the other with whatever is in my stereo, lucky for him, that's Stevie Ray Vaughan. 

All the guys cheer me on a bit in approval of my music and crank it up, we roll down the windows and enjoy the summer morning to the sounds of SRV making his guitar squeal. 

as the forrest starts to turn to suburbs and the suburbs into cityscape, I ask "so where are you guys headed too?" 

"my buddy said to just meet him at The Off Ramp, that bar by the beach, I think.." Duff muttered, while digging through his pockets. 

"hm ok" I mumble as I head that way, there is some bickering and some lazy conversation on our way but nothing eventful. 

I pull up in front of the bar, everybody hopping out to marvel at the skuzzy place they've traveled 1000 km to land at. I helped Slash and Izzy unload their guitars and a bass that I learned about, from my trunk. 

"thank you so much for saving us" Steven added, side hugging me, I like him he seems so full of joy, kinda like a kid who hasn't seen their parents fight yet. 

Slash and Izzy both nod and mutter a thanks, and Duff and Axl also give me a side hug and a thanks for my troubles in the form of a kiss on the cheek. 

I smile waving the boys goodbye, its a shame I was kinda getting used to them, also the mystery intruder had finally been solved. just as I was about to hop back in my car Izzy comes jogging out of the bar with a pen and paper scrap in hand. 

"hey wait, Brandi-" he says, he leans onto the side of my car handing me the paper. "write down your full name. I'm gunna ask the bouncer to let you in for free when you show up tonight."

"wait wait what?" I say, holding the paper in confused shock. "oh-" he laughs a bit at my shock before telling me, "Well were in a band, as a thanks why dont you come out tonight and see us." 

"I mean sure, why not." I smile, writing my full name on the paper and a little smily face and handing it back to Izzy. he grins, pushing the paper into his pocket, the look on his face makes him look like he's just won something, so triumphant. 

Just before I hop in my car, he reaches down to pull me into a hug, a wasn't expecting that but I relax into it, his smell reminding me of my sleep last night. He smells like cigarettes and leather, an oddly calming combination. 

"nice to finally meet you, maybe tonight you'll let me buy you some Brandy?" he says into my hair, I pull back from the hug to see him smiling at his own joke, which brings a giggle from my chest. 

So I drove off to Ambers house, it was nice to see her since I hadn't seen her in so long we sat for a few hours and talking about life. And as it got dark out I remembered I promised that strange boy I'd go see him live. So I told Amber I was going out and I'd see her soon, and I got ready. 

I was wearing a jean skirt, lace tights, and a flowy white shirt that was hot but also didn't make me feel trapped. I hated clubbing or bar-going clothes because they are always so constricting. So anyway I messed up my hair and smudged some black onto my eyes and caught a cab to that same grimy bar. 

When I pulled up there was already music booming from inside and a grumpy looking man standing at the door in a black button down. 

"hey I was told I was gunna be on some sort of list?" I say, trudging up to him, hands on my hips. 

"name?" he grumbled, pulling a piece of paper from his back pocket. 

"Brandi Stevensen" I said, pulling my drivers licence from my bra to prove it. He nodded and pointed me in the direction of the stage, he muttered something about going backstage but I couldn't hear him over the booming guitar echoing through the cramped bar. I wouldn't have listened anyway I was already enchanted by the boys. 

Only a few hours ago they had been fast asleep crammed in my car and now I was seeing the same guys but something was totally different, they were so in tune with the music and the energy around us. 

growing up here I'd never seen a place so packed, I also hadn't been much of the partier as a teen, but the bar was jumping and singing along with Axl, he was jumping about like a madman and screaming. 

at the moment they were playing a cover of the last song of Black Sabbath's Paranoid. I made my way through the mass of sweaty people so I could see better what was happening on the stage, the lights were so dim and it was so smokey I could barely see Steven in the back banging away on his drums. 

"Going home late last night 

suddenly, I got a fright"

Axl boomed into the mic like a banshee, I looked behind him to see Slash's hands whipping up and down that guitar neck faster than I'd ever seen before, and that's saying something, I was in clubs a lot in LA and I'd never seen anything like this. 

Duff was facing away from the stage as he head-banged and jumping about with his bass. Izzy was standing beside him with a cig hanging from his lips, some ash fell from it as he banged out a few cords on his guitar. 

"yeah, I saw it, I saw it, I tell you no lies." 

As I looked up in awe standing a few feet from Axl, the stage was about 3 feet off the ground. I bobbed my head and swayed to the music flooding my ears and as they got to the part of the song where the tempo changes, Steven banged on his drums helping the tempo change over, than I looked back up to see Axl had spotted me in the mush of people. 

he pulled me up from what felt like the big crowd in such a small bar. his arm wrapped around my waist and he boomed out into the mic, 

"you can thank this little little lady we're here today." he smiled wide, before he launched into another verse. I giggled, deciding to let go a bit I picked up a bottle of Jack I found on an amp beside Duff and took a swig. 

I heard a boyish whistle from Duff's direction as he swayed his way over to me, 

"so I went to the doctor, see what he could give me"  Axl screeched. 

"thirsty, huh?" 

he laughed through the deafening sound, I laughed a bit too and as the alcohol started to kick in I started dancing about the stage with the music, it was incredible it didn't even sound like a cover. 

Izzy leaned over to me, letting go of his guitar for a moment to reach over and side hug me, he planted a soft kiss on my cheek, just like the first I'd met him. I inhaled a wave of the smell of cigarettes that floated around him. 

"I'm glad you came Brandi." he grinned as he hands returned to his guitar and he continues to strum along with the beat that engulfed us. 

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part 2 of many to come!

I pull around the first intersection onto the interstate 5, my surroundings finally changing from the dirty city streets into a grassy landscapes. 

two weeks ago I'd gotten a call from my friend Amber, we hadn't seen each other in about 6 months, even though we were super close in high-school. so here I was, driving to her, because she hates LA. 

It was early June so the weather was alright, not too hot but still chilly at times. I was only planning to stay about a week or two as I just had one suit case shoved in my trunk and my brown leather purse that rested on my empty passenger seat. 

As the early morning sun poured in through the car windows of my 75' ford station wagon. She was my pride and joy, that station wagon, I'd painted her red with the help of my dad in 79' when I'd first got her. 

After a few hours I got real bored of the Jeff Beck cassette that echoed through the empty car as I sped down the Interstate. So I stopped in some ghost town and bought two new cassettes, Texas Flood by Stevie Ray Vaughan, & Led Zeppelin 3. 

After about 7 more hours of driving I almost fell asleep at the wheel and so I pulled over to sleep the night. locking my doors and pulling my jacket over me in the back seat, I had a horrible 5 hours of sleep. 

But when the morning sun shone through the windows of the ford I sure was glad that it was time to go, so I organized my stuff back together and started off on the 10 hours of driving that remained. 

I ate at some crappy diner at about 6 pm and by the time it was 8 I was only 5 hours away from Seattle when the rain started pouring down. 

that's when I saw them, a group of shivering figures lit up by my headlights up ahead of me. I saw two shaking hands stick out their thumbs and I felt so bad I pulled over to let them in. 

Usually I'd never do anything like this, who knows what these people are like, but was I tired and they looked like lost puppies, so why not I guess. 

As I pulled off the interstate and leaned across pushing open my drivers side door I saw one of them come running up to my door, a redhead. at first I thought he was a girl, but a deep melodic voice asked me if it was okay if they hitched a ride. he said there was 5 of them and they were about to freeze. I nodded, reluctant but I want to help. 

They opened my trunk before I could say no, shoving what I think are guitar cases from the looks of it, into the small trunk. how strange.. 

So as I sat there 5 boys climbed into my car. The tall blonde in my passenger seat, the redhead behind him. In the middle sat the short blonde and behind him was the curly head. Than my eyes got a bit wide as I say the 5th guy crawl into the back, having to squish into the middle seat too. 

I whip around to make sure I know who I'm looking at, his hair is soaking and his hat is pulled down over his eyes. I lift up the hat as he looks at me, recognition flooding into his brown eyes. 

"oh my god." I say, I cant help letting out a long laugh when I see who it is. "so did you ever find Steven?" I ask. 

"yes I did," he points to the boy beside him. water streams down his face as he shakes his hair a bit. I look around the faces, and realize they all look deathly, all of their hair is soaking and they all shake slightly. 

I turn to the front, turning on the clunky ford heat system the best I can. they all nod they're thanks I start on my way, the blonde in my passenger seat falls asleep almost right away, my purse in his lap. I dont know if I should worry about that but I decide to let it slip. 

the curly head and the second blonde also fall asleep so I get to talking to the one who climbed in my window and the redhead. 

"so what is your name?" I ask, trying to ask casual even though it's been killing me that he never told me in the first place. 

"Izzy." he grins, "your's?" "Brandi." I respond quickly, "I'm Axl," the redhead speaks up. Izzy than points to the others, I learn the tall blond is Duff, the curly head is Slash, weird name.., and like I thought, the short blonde is Steven. 

"so why the hell are you guys out here freezin?" I ask, trying to conversate to stay awake as I look at the dark road ahead. "well Duff here got us some gigs in Seattle. But just our luck, the car broke down a few hours in." Izzy responds, as I can hear a soft snore from the redhead, who must be asleep now too. 

"well shit." I mutter, "we havent been walking all the way don't worry" he says, a soft tired chuckle coming from him. "well that's good." I say, trying to keep my head up. 

"you know if you wanna pull over and sleep you can. I promise we'll all sleep too." I nod, already almost drifting off as I pull off the to the side of the road. 

as I'm just about to drift into sleep a feel a slight tap on my shoulder, I look behind me to see Izzy looking up at me. 

"I got an awkward question.." "oh god" I groan, "well it's real uncomfy back here, there's way to my many people, and Steven sleep cuddles." he whispers urgently. "can I sleep up there with you?" he says, almost like he's cringing at his own question. "uhm, how?" I mutter, turning to face him properly now. 

"well, you know. You can sleep on me..." he says, itching the back of his head like he knows how bad it sounds. "geez. uhmmm.." I say, almost drifting back off into sleep. "I promise I won't do anything weird, please I cant even stretch out my legs back here." he whines. "okok fine." I groan, cracking open my door so he can climb from back seat to the drivers. 

once hes settled in my seat I climb into his lap and pull the door closed as quietly as I can, I can believe I'm letting all these guys sleep in my car. Especially I can't believe I'm sleeping on one, not to mention he was breaking into my home a few weeks before. 

as I cozy down into him his hand rests on my back and my face is buried in his chest, his shirt still mildly damp from the pounding rain outside. 

"thank you." he whispers into my hair as his head falls back, letting the exhaustion take him over. I just barely "mhm" in recognition before I too doze off. 

third part:

word count: 1k (ish)

part one of many parts to come..

I sit on my floor, I had crawled out of bed to my record player 15 minutes earlier. As I sat in front of my mirror in just my underwear I brushed my hair and put on a bit of eyeliner and mascara. I was going to the beach with my friend later today but this morning I was set out to get some chores done. 

I love having days off because I don't have them too often, I stand up and shake my hair slightly as I make my way to my dresser. I clip on a bra and pull on a jean skirt. As I loop a dark leather belt through my belt loops I hear a little thud on the ground beside me. 

I look down to see a rock laying on the carpet, confused I reach down and pick it up, who the fuck would be trying to get my attention. Just as I pick it up another one lands just in front of me. thats when I hear it, 

"Steven! wake the fuck up." a male voice calls from below my window, very close to my window actually. who the fuck is Steven I think to myself as I turn down the volume on my record player to hear somebody just outside my window. Now that wouldn't make any sense.. I'm three stories up in this apartment. 

and as I stand there in pure confusion. I look up to my window, and I see a pair of brown eyes looking back at me. I yelp and jump back, 

"I didn't know Steven had a girlfriend." the man in my window laughs. he pulls himself up so now I can see his whole torso, he's wearing a loose red button up and a his messy black hair is tucked under a black leather newsboy cap. 

My mouth rests agape as I look up at him, quickly releasing I only have a bra on too, my face goes a bit red as I ask, 

"who the fuck are you. and who the fuck is Steven." "well shit," he groans just as he gets his feet in through the window, he sits on the sill in a pair of dark jeans and leather boots. 

"are you apartment 109?" he asks catching his breath, his hands rest on his knees. 

"no? this is 108." I say, pulling a shirt from my floor to pull on. buttoning it up quickly to hide my white lacy bra. a bit of pink on my cheeks, but now I'm feeling a bit angry, who the fuck was this boy climbing through my window. 

I stand across from him, hands on my hips waiting for him to explain himself. 

"nice place.." he says awkwardly, trailing off as he looks me up and down, he doesn't even try to hide it. I raise an eyebrow but thank him none the less. 

"so are you gunna tell me why you're in my room?" I say, still skeptical. 

"Well I'm looking for Steven." he says, his eyes meeting mine, he's got an innocent look to him, doesn't seem like he's trying to murder me or something. 

"well do I seem like I know who the fuck Steven is..." "well he could've just told you to lie." he shoots back, sitting up from his perch on my window and taking off his boots. 

"oh getting comfy?" I laugh, almost a scoff at his arrogance. 

"I'm really sorry ok, I just wanna check cause' I gotta talk to him about smth real important, k?" he says, patting my shoulder before he wanders off into my home. I trail behind him as he opens the bathroom door and makes his way to the kitchen. 

After he looks around for a while, with me following close behind him, who knows he could be a thief. He finds my record collection. he squats down to peek inside the shelf, flipping through a few of my record. I stand behind him with my hands on my hips once more. 

"if I was a robber I'd take this stuff." he laughs, it almost seems like he belongs in my home. 

"well good thing you wouldn't dare." I say, narrowing my eyes "no but seriously, you've got some good stuff here." he mutters as he flips through the last few on the shelf. he stands and puts his hands in his pockets awkwardly.

 "uhmm, I'm sorry. he's obviously not here." "yeah no shit." "well where's your front door, might be better to leave through there." he laughs, grinning down at me. "yeah maybe." 

I guide him to the door, he follows close behind me, I can feel his eyes on me, I admit maybe I added a bit of sway to my hips. I can't believe I'm trying to act hot for a guy who just broke into my house. 

"so are you gunna tell me who you are?" I say, studying him as he slides on his big leather boots. 

"maybe I shouldn't." "huh? why?" "what if you just want to tell the cops." he says, a cheeky grin crossing his lips. I know there's no chance of him telling me who he is. 

"bye, sorry again." he laughs, before kissing my cheek, like he's known me for years and than he opens my door, and strolls off. acting like he hasn't left me dumbfounded in my own doorway. 

I stand there, my eyes wide as I get one last glimpse of him as he glances back as he saunters down the apartment hallway. his hands are still shoves in his pockets and his black hair bounces a bit when he walks. thanks to his long legs he's not in my sight long. 

I shut the door and spend he rest of my day confused and longing to know who the fuck he is. 

About a week later I went to the reception desk of the complex and asked the lady, Judy, she was a nice lady. I'd asked her if she knew if a Steven lived in 109 and she told me the strangest thing. 

she told me that apt. 109 had been vacant for years. 

who the fuck was the black haired boy that climbed into my window?

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