This is kind of a Ross x Reader but what the hell?
I sat there, drinking my tea, like I normally do. Ross and Trott were in the living room that was attached to the dining room. Smith was sitting across from me on his phone. I watched him scroll and read something, and saw him smirk slightly. I smiled widely at it.
"What?" He asked, looking up at me.
"It's to early to be happy, is all." I responded.
"But you're happy. Look at you smiling like a twat." He smiled wider.
"Whatever you perceive must be the truth, all wise one." I said and stood up to pour out my now cold drink.
As I poured it out, Smith wrapped and arm around my gut from behind and put a kiss on my neck, "Tell me." He ordered.
"I love you." I said.
Then I woke up to someone banging on my door. "What!?" I yelled.
"Geez, hush (y/n)." Ross said sleepily from beside me and rolled over.
"Get up you two." Trott yelled through the door, "Breakfast."
What the fuck am I having dreams of Smith for?
