To littlebitnerdy, no that wasn't the end, it's still going, though I don't quite know where yet. OKAY I KNOW IM LITERALLY THE WORST EVER AND IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG I JUST LOST INSPIRATION BUT ITS BACK I PROMISE I WILL FINISH THIS
Riley wakes up before Lucas, seeing it is 8:17on her alarm clock. Thank god it's a holiday and they don't have to go to class.
She thinks over last night. Her first kiss! But she doesn't girl out about it. Nope, not at all. She is completely chill. Letting out a sigh as the only sign of her inner bliss, she snuggles back into Lucas' side and falls back to sleep.
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She wakes up an hour later when she feels Lucas sit up. She sits up next to him, stretching and smiling at him, trying not to let it take over her face. When she remembers how awful she usually looks in the mornings, she lays back down, pulling the covers with her, hiding her face and bedhead.
She can feel him shift over her and look down at her. When he tries to tug on the comforter, she grips it until her knuckles turn white. She knows he would win in a battle of strength but she hopes that her struggle makes him give up. It doesn't.
"Why are you hiding? Is it about last night?"
At this, Riley stills. Last night? Does he regret kissing her? Does he think she regrets it?
"Last night? Why would this be about last night?" She asks, not removing the covers from her head.
"I just thought- I mean... I was worried you were upset that we, you know, kissed."
Riley blushes and assumes he does too, considering how flustered he sounds.
"No that was... The perfect first kiss." Riley tries to stop herself from sounding like a teenage girl and contains her dreamy sigh. "Thank you, by the way. It's kind of nice to have it over with and done. Not that I was just using you to get it over with! I just... I... um... you should-you should talk now."
"I'll only talk if you come out from under your blanket," he responds, hoping to finally see her.
"If I do you have to turn away so I can't at least salvage my braid." She can deal with him seeing her awkward blurry eyes but the mess she calls hair is not something she feels he should witness... yet. She immediately shuts that thought down.
"Fine, but I don't understand why you care. You could be in a burlap sack with your hair in every direction and you'd look gorgeous." Riley has never blushed so much in ten minutes.
"That's extremely untrue. Now turn around. Did you turn around?"
"Yes, Riley." She finally removes the blanket and starts quickly rebraiding her hair. She is hardly halfway done when he turns back around.
"Lucas! Turn around."
"No your wall is not nearly as fascinating as you." She finishes the braid and secures it, glaring at him. "See, I've never seen you more beautiful than right now, minus the glare of course."
Riley was going to push this away but there's something in his eyes that makes her realize he truly believes that. She looks down at her hands in her lap, eyebrows furrowed, trying to figure out this enigma sitting on her bed. Why would he think she was pretty like this, plain as can be with no make up and awful hair. It doesn't make sense. This is the weirdest boy she's ever met.