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Sophia's pov:
I woke up in a warm bed.
Too warm to be home, my dad never lets us turn on the thermostat.
I looked around me.
I saw posters of artists and guitars.
I looked next to me.
Miguel was laying there.
I mean not in my bed but in the one next to mine.
"What the fuck?" I asked.
He slowly opened his eyes.
"Morning." He said.
"Why am i in your house?" I asked.
"Uhm you got drunk and i was worried about you and i took you home." He replied.
"I was drunk?" She asked.
"Yeah." He replied.
"How am i not hungover?" I asked.
"Uhm you threw up." He said.
"Does that stop you from being hungover?" I asked.
He shrugged.
Weirdly, his morning voice, hair and face were kinda.. hot.
"You look nice." I said.
Fuck.
Did I actually just say that?
He laughed.
"Thanks, my sweater suits you." He replied.
I smiled.
"Can i keep it?" I asked.
"Uh, sure." He replied.
I smiled again.
"Cmon, lets get breakfast." He said.
I nodded.
He got out of bed and i did too.
When i stood up, my head started spinning and i felt like i was gonna faint.
I stood the for a few seconds.
"Are you okay?" Miguel asked.
He rushed over to me and he held my arm.
"Uhm just really dizzy." I replied.
"Yeah, last night you were too.." He said.
"Miguel?" I asked.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"Thank you." I said.
"Just being me." He replied.
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Endgame, Miguel Cazarez Mora
Rastgele"Big reputation, big reputation. Oh, you and me we got big reputations. Ah, and you heard about me. Ooh, i got some big enemies." TROPE: enemies to lovers IN WHICH: Miguel and Sophia have been enemies since they were kids. Everyone knows and everyon...