A Little Crush || Biadore [DISCONTINUED]

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Beep beep beep

I heard the repeated beeping of my alarm clock, that drilled into my head with the same monotone ringing. Tempted to go back to sleep, I rolled over, and smushed my face into my pillow. The door to the room opened, and footsteps came over to my bed. They were humming 'hello I love you', and I opened a squinted eye.

Roy was folding some of his clothes on his bed, and had leaned over to turn off my alarm. He had just come out of the shower, so his short hair was wet, and a plain towel was wrapped around his hips. Beads of water ran down his chest, and toned, tanned arms, and I couldn't help but discreetly stare at him out of my half opened eye.

"Eww. I hate that song." I murmured, with a tired smirk.

He turned to me with a sweet smile, and stared down at me, contorted and completely wrapped up in my blankets. "Good morning to you too." he replied.

I grunted, not able to take my eyes off of him, and stretched. Luckily, he either didn't notice that I was staring, or didn't care. "Whattimeisit?" I slurred, my words forming into one unannunciated mush.

Roy fluffed up his pillow and made his bed. "10." he replied. He laughed as he got a long groan from me in reply. He continued, seeing that I couldn't be bothered. "Some of the guys and I are going out for a meal in about an hour, wanna come?"

This received a further groan from me. "I'm so tiredddd." I moaned.

He put his hand on his hip, and paused in making the bed. "I'll buy you coffee on the way there."

I grinned, and tried to wriggle out of my bed. This just resulted in my landing on the floor in a heap, and Roy giggling, in that little high pitched giggle he hardly ever showed to anyone.

I grinned at him, my cheeks burning crimson, and gave him casual finger guns, like I meant to do that. He raised an eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that, you slag." I retorted, as he simply stared down at me condescendingly with a smirk.

"Why not?" he purred, flashing his bright white teeth, and pushing back his hair.

I smirked, quickly darting up and swiftly grabbing the towel that was wrapped loosely around Roy's waist. I took a small glance back at him, grinning, and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Cunt!" I heard him call after me.

It was quite small and cramped, and only held a shower, toilet, and a body length mirror. The walls were thin and white, and didn't look look like they wouldn't hide much. I ran a cool shower, and let the droplets run down my body. I wash my hair will some of the shampoo Roy had brought, because I was currently too lazy to go back and get my own. My inner chola caught onto the beat of 'Don't Touch My Hair Hoe', and without a care in the world, I hummed it loudly. I ran my hands down my body slowly, and grinded against the shower wall, like I was in some kind of rap video. I was such I whore, I remarked to myself, grinning.

I checked my appearance in the mirror, making sure I was completely clean, and loosely tied the towel around my hips. Of course, I couldn't help but make myself look as naturally sexy as possible so I could tease Roy.

Exiting the bathroom slowly, and feeling my own aura, I smirked at Roy, who was now fully changed, and slightly mischievous looking. I walked calmly over to my bed, bending over just slightly. He turned to me, and I felt his eyes on my body.

"Just get changed already, you whore." he laughed.

I burst out laughing. "You're just sour, bitch."

He rolled his eyes. "Just hurry the fuck up, we've got half an hour, and I still need to get you coffee."

I pulled my pants on and he looked away. Boo hoo, he was totally into my body. I changed into the jeans from the day before - because fuck it - along with a Sharon Needles shirt which was starting to look a bit worn at the edges. I slipped on my shoes, and a black beanie, and posed like I was in a pageant. Roy turned back to me, smirking, and stood up, relieved.