"I'm going on a picnic!"

"Lame."

"Was that supposed to affect me, Tanya?" I rolled my eyes, applying rosy lip gloss.

Tanya's presence inside my house as a not very friendly, soon to be sister in law screamed the true, non-fake reality of a high school popular girl.

Under all that fakery is a black, saddening lie of misery.

I'm surprised her minions never noticed yet... but I'm definitely aware of Jackson giving a total of zero fucks.

"... you and your therapist of a boyfriend are way into PDA," her eye rolls could freeze your existence if you took it literally, but she was never straightforward.

An ordinary taken girl would confront her about the way she eats her boyfriend's face daily at lunch, but if her words slid through a filter, the case would flip a hundred and eighty degrees.

It's complicated.

"Is this about the way Jackson got mad at the sight of us?" I rubbed her forearm, plopping on my made bed.

"No," she shook her head, scoffing at my question.

I knew she knew I was right.

"Tanya," I raised my eyebrows, watching her bottom lip quiver lightly, exposing her lie. "It's alright to tell me..."

"Okay, maybe he did," I despised that she was dating him, and him being my ex was not the reason...but he was what she wanted. "It just hurts, alright? The fact that he was staring at how happy both of you were last night, dancing and all... and it would've been a little less painful if he was staring at how beautiful you looked... but all he was wondering was why you weren't as comfortable with him as you currently are with Ross."

Perhaps because I knew too well I was dating a fuckboy...

"It wasn't me, it was him."

"Cliche."

"It's the truth. Jackson wasn't making me happy," I stood up, taking my purse from the dresser, before walking away, "you can say that to his face."

"Yeah, whatever," she slowly followed me to the door, handing me a perfume, "try this."

"What?" I took the pink spray, confused at her spontaneous actions. I sprayed some in the cap anyway, smelling its peachy essence.

"It's irresistible," she shrugged, making me roll my eyes, laughing.

Her dodge skills are way too skillful.

"These are way too good, baby."

Watching Ross eat chocolate covered strawberries was the joy of my life... mostly because of how his lips moved, partly because he looked too sexy being happy.

Am I out of mind or am I out of my mind?

His head slowly laid on my lap, his eyes shutting close and his legs crossed on the floral blanket, making me play with his blonde locks slowly. "Tell me, baby, what's your story, where you come from and where you wanna go this time?" he sang, opening his eyes just to wink at me.

God, that smirk...

He played with the necklaces hanging against his skin, framing his chest under his white, flowy button down before leaving them to kiss his own fingers and place them against my lips, "Tell me, lover, are you lonely? you know... lonely with me."

"I love being lonely with you," I simply couldn't help drowning in his hazel, glistening eyes... because I loved staying engulfed in their light.

He puckered his lips after swallowing the strawberry, dragging his finger through my fallen hair strands, "gimme a kiss."

I couldn't even resist the urge to lock my lips with his strawberry stained ones. I knew their essence would fill me with warmth, just the way they do every time we kiss.

My hands held his cheeks as I leaned down to slowly kiss his alluring lips, dragging me into heaven with him. But as much as I tried to savor the taste in them slowly, he wasn't patient this time; he was excited and so were his lips.

Despite having both of our senses slowly fading away in the kiss' charm, he pulled away before it got a little too heated and sat up to face me, his hair disheveled, his lips plumpen and glossy and his eyes dilated in nothing but love. "why do you smell so good?"

I giggled at his confused state, watching him lean forward to kiss me again, mumbling against my lips, "I mean, you somehow manage to always smell so sweet..." he locked my lips with his again, letting me allow his tongue in to dance with mine, "but what is it with this perfume...?" his lips dragged down to my jawline, leaning even further on me until I fell, giggling loudly with him ontop.

"Oh, damn," he chuckled, propping himself on his elbows, only to place his lips on my skin, tickling me softly, "it's irresistible... peachy."

"You look so pretty with the sun behind you."

"And you look so pretty trapped between my arms," he grinned at my giggly, lovesick state, "looks like the wine kicked in."

"I guess so," my lip was doomed between my teeth, and my heart was doomed between his hands.....and our kiss was doomed inside both of our minds, "in your arms is right where I wanna be..."

"Baby..." his eyes softened before he shifted to lay next to me, taking me in his arms and kissing my temple softly. "I love you."

"I love you so much," I found myself mumbling, slowly nuzzling closer into his chest as my eyes reflected every emotion my heart contained in the sky. "As much as I love this sky... My heart adores you."

His arms tightened around my body as he smiled, "give me your hand," his whisper lured me as I let his hand hold mine to place it softly against his thudding chest, "this is what you do to me... only a kiss could save me. will you revive me?"

I was hypnotized by his honey dripping lips, I could only mumble my approval against them... wondering if he could be the one spending all of my days. What could I do? I could press my body onto his warmth and kiss him ever so passionately.

We could stay here all day, all night, all life... and I'd gladly tell him his love was my therapy.

A/N

Fluff. i want i want i want.

and then ill be working on lovesick fools more and also editing this one a hell lot for an official copy on amazon ♥

I wrote this listening to afterglow

BYE BYEEEEE ♥