Young Lies: The Next Gen.

39 ✗ my boy

I crawl into bed and bury myself under the covers before grabbing my remote and turning on my tv.

I decide to play one of my favorite shows...toddlers and tiaras-

And before you judge me, watch the show and see how addicting it is.

I was in the middle of watching a mom cover her 6-year-old daughter in the most orange spray tan ever when I got a text.

I blindly reach over for my phone which is charging on my nightstand.

As soon as I read the name "unknown", my heart sank.

I immediately sit up and turn on my lamp.

With shaky hands, I open the message.

Unknown: Toddlers and tiaras...seriously?

Wait, what?

I frantically search around my room and under my bed but there's no one here.

Rosie: Leave me alone!

I know, I know- I'm pathetic.

Unknown: Now I thought you'd be more happy to hear from me, sunshine.

As soon as I read over the nickname, my eyes widened.

"Easton?" I quietly call out.

Suddenly there's a light tap at my window and I jump.

When I walk closer, I gasp.

I throw my phone onto my bed before quickly opening my window.

He immediately climbs in and I watch with my jaw dropped.

I haven't seen him in 4 months!

4 FUCKING MONTHS!

And here he is in front of me.

His hair has grown out and he seems to be in a lot better shape (health-wise) than before.

"H-"

I don't even let him finish his sentence before I practically jump into his arms.

"I missed you," I whisper as he wraps his arms around me so damn tight, I feel the air leave my lungs.

"Fuck, I missed you so much sunshine." He says breathlessly.

I quickly pull away from him before smashing my lips onto his.

He walks over to my bed and takes a seat, not breaking the kiss once.

His hands roam my body while mine dig into his hair.

He groans as I tug on the dark strands and I whimper when his cold hands make their way into my shirt.

I know I should probably ask him how he's here.

And I will...just not now.

I tug on his shirt and he quickly takes it off.

My eyes immediately land on his scarred chest and my heart breaks.

I feel tears brim my eyes but I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I feel him gently grip my chin.

"What did I say about crying over me?" He whispers.

"But-"

"I'm okay and I'm here, that's all that matters." He says before kissing the tip of my nose.

He says that but a part of me still feels guilty.

I push on his shoulders causing him to fall back on the bed and I quickly attach our lips again.