A/N: Back again with my notorious co-writer, yamisangel. We're currently also working on another story called 'Double Trouble' so you might as well check that out too. Yea, enjoy ;D
Rachel giggled, lying on her stomach swinging her legs behind her. She was only donned in a pair of pajamas, holding a thin phone against her ear. She was on her bed in her bedroom, just a quaint room that seemed to show no sign of her own personality, maybe she wasn't in her room that often, maybe she just didn't care. Though, at this point, all she could do was pray to Azar that the party the next day would be okay, because introducing your brand new boyfriend to a family that hates you isn't the easiest thing to do. She smirked as she began to go through everything he would need for the party, which she has already told him a good thirty-four times.
"Okay, so remember, classy casual. Khaki pants, a nice button down WHITE polo, some nice boat shoes... Yea, you have to look kind of preppy. The girls normally wear gloves and drink fancy warm liquids while the guys just play some golf and talk about their money... It's kind of weird, EVERYONE wears white..." Rachel smirked at the thought of her own dress. Yes, she was nervous and scared, her whole family hated her! Though, she was never really accepted into their kind of society anyway.
"Ahaha, alright Rae, I know. I get it. Don't dress like a clown, don't act like a clown and for fuck sakes, don't be a damn clown. I get it hun, I do. So let's talk about you now." Rachel paused a moment, what else could he possibly say? "Tell me what you're wearing babe." Well, that was typical.
Rachel looked down to her long worn-out pajama pants and over-sized, over stained, over-worn T-shirt. She smirked, "Nothing."
"Ooh damn, really?" He chuckled as he stealthily snuck up to her balcony bedroom window. "That's not what I see."
Rachel's smirk fell as she shoved here cupcake into her mouth rudely, "Thinking about me in your mind again? I'm sorry; Gar, but I've told you a thousand times, I don't own a cat woman suit!"
"Nice cupcake sweetheart."
Rachel quickly balled the cupcake wrapper in her fist. She could tell he was there, and she wasn't sure what to do. She couldn't let him see her like this! ...Well, too late. Then she immediately perked up, since when does Rachel Roth care what Garfield Logan thinks? Oh yea, her spirits fell, since they started dating. She got off of her bed and picked up the vase by her bed, slowly making her way to the closet. She slyly opened it and swung the vase. She didn't connect with anything but air and she gently placed the vase on the ground as she peered into the closet to find a certain blonde male.
He took her by surprise as he scooped her up into a rather heated kiss. Somehow in the midst of that he managed to shut the closet door, almost get choked by a dress and slapped by a sweater, as he used his skills to kiss the daylights out of his beautiful main squeeze.
She roughly shoved him off of her, lucky for him he landed on her bed. She turned her back to him, pulling off her shirt and rummaging through her closet for a not-so-disgusting shirt. "Gar! You're not supposed to see me like this! When you think of me in my bed I shouldn't be wearing old sweats and a band T-shirt! I should be wearing a...cat woman suit... or something... I don't know! Not this!"
Garfield just chuckled, his elbows propping himself up so he could watch her frantically search for something 'impressing' to wear. "Rae, baby... you're beautiful. It doesn't matter what you're wearing. I dig it when you take it off," He told her with a suggestive wink, "but that doesn't mean you shouldn't be comfortable in your own skin, and sweats around me."
She scoffed, pulling on a tight beater, the only thing she could find. "Yeah, sure." She rolled her eyes. "What're you doing here anyways?"
He let out a soft sigh as he glanced over towards her. The truth? He had one of those days. But he didn't want to mention anything to Rachel, to upset or scare her off. Not when he finally had her. That'd be so dumb of him. So naturally, when you're feeling down you want to see or at least talk to someone who will make you feel better. For Garfield, that was his 'Rae of Sunshine'. "I wanted to see you. Even though it's rather late, he said I had no life outside of football and he told me to go follow the girlfriend I was pretending I had ahahah." He then smiled softly, "And the girlfriend I'm so lucky to have."
Her eyebrows knit together, "Who said that?"
He chuckled; oh she was way too cute at times. "Well, I was just about to y'know... trying to squeeze it in there and... damn. Well Rae, are you my girlfriend? Hmm? I'd like to think you are. And I have to admit, that sexy bit of cupcake frosting upon your lips is driving me a tad crazy down 'Hormone Boulevard'. And I don't like to travel alone."
She subconsciously licked her lips. "Yes, Hun, I am your girlfriend, are you trying to get out of meeting my family or something?" She wouldn't be surprised if he was, even she was trying to get out of it, but to no avail.
Garfield got up off of the bed and gently pulled her into his arms. Where he loved to have her most - besides the bed of course. "No Miss Roth, I am not trying to get out of meeting your family. I'm actually looking forward to it. I took proper notes of what you wanted me to wear. Hillary is taking me out shopping as a matter of fact and I only hope that I can do you justice. Justice enough that is." He said with a smile, not being able to keep himself from tenderly kissing her lips, trailing down her neck.
She scoffed. "Please, no use trying to impress those assholes. They just want us for the money, you know they're all scumbags and I hate them. Oh, if I ever showed up with one of those stupid hats and a fake smile baring lipstick on my perfectly pearly white teeth-" she stopped herself and let out a deep breath. "I'm sure they'll love you, Gar."
He gave her a smile and gently kissed her cheek. "I'm sure they will." Garfield brushed her hair back swiftly and took a slight breath. "Come with me." He told her suavely, as he led her back to the bed and even though she was hesitant at first, she did sit down upon it, while Gar himself sprawled out. He then gently patted his chest. "C'mon Rae, a little snuggling won't kill you, will it?" He inquired, with that signature cheeky grin of his.
"Yes, it really will." She was tense and still wasn't sure why in hell he was here, but she crawled over to him and laid her head on his chest, pulling her arm around him into a cute embrace.
He glanced down at her, his other hand gently playing with her soft, brunette hair. "You're not dead yet ahahah. Just settle down Rae, things will be fine. I'm sure of it."
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