#arloevxns

ale & arlo

babe was double checking her small messenger bag for all her essentials: phone, wallet, tickets, extra battery and hand sanitizer. she looked around the apartment for a certain brunet. she huffed out a sigh before raising her voice “arlo, if I don’t get close enough to touch chance because of your late ass, i’m changing the lock on the door again. hurry up!” she threatened glancing at the time on her phone obviously impatient. babe was three hours and fifteen minutes early for the free concert but she wanted to grab food and a good spot in the front. “ARLO!” she yelled again a little more whine in her voice, before she heard a door open, a cold stare prepared for her less than punctual roommate.

babe wasn’t mad at the power outage there was a sense of freedom to it, no obligations, just to wait it out. and in the morning it was still bright enough outside that opening the windows dimly lit the living room. the only downside she didn’t think about until the first morning without power was, no coffee machine = no coffee. she shuffled into the living room in her boyfriends sweats and fluffy socks, pulling the earlier riser into a hug to greet him but more so to steal his warmth. her hands slid under arlo’s shirt to warm her cold hands as she pouted slightly “i want coffee”

babe opted out of her morning run on her birthday instead waking up an hour later at seven and enjoying celebratory waffles with her roommate, homemade of course, which took another hour or so. she was currently laying flat across arlo’s lap shirt pulled up to show off her so called food baby, her head hanging off the arm of the couch as she stared at the pile of dirty dishes in the sink “ugh, maple syrup has a magical way of making me want to do nothing all day.”

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