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It was one of those smiles. The smile that could literally light up the world, but it's not shown much because people don't give him a reason to smile.
And goddamn, his teeth are so neatly maintained for someone who smokes like there's no tomorrow. And if he continues at that rate, I'm sure that there will be no tomorrow for him.
Did I mention that he also looks incredibly sexy? Those lips- Stop! Why am I always so fucking horny around him? "Adrian, Blake and Anna are joining us in a few minutes. They said to meet up at the food court," Dylan tells Adrian, who groans.
I can imagine why. They're going to be doing couply things all the time and it's going to get traumatizing after a while. It should be illegal to do so much PDA all the time.
"Let's go to the food court!" I exclaim. "I need food, or I'll flip." I pat my tummy, and pout. "Right now." Adrian nods and begins to make his way towards the food court. God, his muscles look so good when he walks. Should I? Yes. I should. "Um... Adrian?" I start, and he turns to me.
"Yeah?"
"Can I hold your hand...?" Don't say it's to feel his muscles. Don't say it. Don't say it. "I want to feel your muscles." Damn it! I was doing so well! He rolls his eyes and holds out his hand which I wrap my arms around. It feels so good... especially since he's wearing a sleeveless tank top, which I like to call a D-bag shirt, because it makes them look like a douche.
But holy shit, if his arm feels this good imagine what the rest of him might feel like.
Okay, it's official, I need holy water and I need to pray to God. "Adrian...?" Dylan starts. "Can I hold your other arm?"
"What the fuck, Dylan?" Adrian asks, giving him an 'are you okay' look. "Why would you want to do that?"
"I feel like a third wheel..."
"No," Adrian straight up rejects.
"Aw, Dill-Will, you can hold my hand," I offer. Dylan breaks into a smile and jogs over to me. I unravel my left hand from Adrian's arm and hook it around Dylan's.
"Thanks, Jail-Bail."
"How are you doing, Gopher?" I ask Adrian, stifling my laughter. We need a better nickname for him, but as of now, this is priceless. Ooh, Addy-Baddy! That works really well. Dylan isn't even trying to hide his laughter, he's literally cackling.
Adrian grunts in response. That's lovely. We reach the food court and unravel my arms from both men and start looking around for what I want. In the end, I settle for a milkshake and fries. I bring out my card to swipe, which I somehow surprisingly still have after getting kidnapped. "I'll pay," Adrian says, pushing my hand away.
"Nah, I ain't broke, I can pay for myself."
"I'm paying," He states with finality and I frown. No he's not.
"No, I'm paying," Dylan states. "It's the nice thing to do."
"It's my fucking food, I'm gonna pay for it!" I roar. A little too loudly actually... Oops.
"No, I'm rich, I'll pay," Dylan declares.
"No, I'm richer, I'll pay."
"Shut up! Adrian, you're such a cockalorum! And I'll tell you what that means if you let me pay. And Dylan, I'll give you the Gopher nickname if you keep at it, and start calling Adrian Addy-Baddy."
Or Addy Dadd- PLEASE SHUT UP! For your own sake, lift your mind out of the gutters before someone has a heart attack looking at your thoughts.
"Fine," They both grumble at the same time. I swipe my card and take my food to a nearby table. Adrian and Dylan join me after buying their own truckload of food.
"What's up, bitches!" I hear Anna's voice shout as Blake leaps onto Adrian from behind, nearly toppling him over. "How dare you go shopping without us!" Anna teases, as Blake rests his head on the crook of her neck.
"Great, now I feel like a fifth wheel," Dylan grumbles. He's not a fifth wheel, because me and Adrian are both single pringles, but just so he doesn't feel like one, I can help him out.
"Aw, Dill-Will, you don't gotta feel like that. You can go pick up a random chick. I'll tell you what to say so you don't fuck up like you did with me."
"No thank you, I can land a chick within seconds."
"And the chick will land a punch on you within seconds," Anna scoffs, and I nod in agreement. Dylan rolls his eyes and tugs on the napel of his shirt proudly. I pat his shoulder and then gesture to a cute girl who seemed to be window shopping.
"Go and impress her."
"I got this in the bag," He drawls with a smirk. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, and flexes his muscles. I roll my eyes and chuckle.
He begins to approach the girl as me and Anna loom around behind him. Not directly behind him though... because that would be creepy.
We linger around within earshot.
"I'm blonde, you have black hair, our kids will have brown hair..."
I exchange a look with Anna, and she shakes her head disappointedly. I glance back at Dylan, who is now looking like he's about to get punched. And lord, this girl looks like she works out everyday.
I quickly swoop in and grab Dylan's arm, handing the girl a sweet smile. "It's his nap time. I hope you understand," Anna tells the girl, who nods understandingly. Once we're away from the girl, I give him an 'I told you so' look.
"Fine... You can help me," He huffs.
"Do you have airpods? Of course you do, you're rich. Anyway, connect them to your phone and then place them in your ear. I'll call you, and you put it on speaker. You'll listen to our advice, while we listen to your conversation. Clear?" Anna explains. I could never think that fast. She's a smart cookie.
When we get him all set up, I gesture him to another girl. I made him confirm that if he impresses this girl, he's not going to play around with her and actually treat her right. Because, that's just not right.
Dylan begins to approach the girl. "Say hey," I tell him through Anna's phone. "Be charming."
"Hey," He greets the girl, who turns to him and gives him a confused look.
"Um... hi," She replies, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. "Can I help you?"
Dylan opens his mouth to say something. "No! Whatever you're going to say, don't say it. Compliment her."
"You don't have a dick...?" He tries, and girl looks at him like he grew antennas. Oh god, he already fucked up! But to my surprise, the girl starts laughing.
"Thank you," She giggles. "That's really really dumb."
"I know," He laughs. "I'm not good with compliments. But you look really pretty."
"Aw, thanks. You don't look so bad yourself," She flirts back. "Are those your friends over there?" She points to us. "They've been staring at you like hawks for the past few minutes."
Anna and I quickly turn around, to face away from Dylan. We look at each other and burst into a fit of giggles. Well, we helped Dylan. Now let's just hope the girl likes him.
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"So... You helped him talk to me?" The girl, who we now know is Luna Cheng, laughs. Anna and I nod, while Blake and Adrian are busy playing a game on their phones. Dylan went off to get Luna and himself a chocolate shake. Well, Luna asked for blueberry, but whatever.
"Bro, go left!" Blake tells Adrian. "Oops. I meant right." Adrian groans, slamming his phone down on the table. We ignore them, and continue with our conversation.
"Do you like him?" Anna asks, with a suggestive smile.
"Well... I met him twenty minutes ago. But he seems like a sweet guy. I'd have to go on at least a few dates before concluding if I like him or not."
"That's very true," I nod seriously. Not really. I mean, I like Adrian and I haven't even gone on one date with the asshole. Wait... I like Adrian? What's wrong with me?
I look over Adrian, who glances at me from the corner of his eye. I quickly look away and face Luna again. Anna nudges me and winks. "I see you."
"No you don't," I tell her, closing my eyes. "If I can't see you, you can't see me."
"You're such a child," Anna chuckles.
"I brought your shake," I hear Dylan's voice speak. I open my eyes, and look at him. He's giving Luna her milkshake, while sipping on his own shake.
"Thanks," Luna smiles, clearly blushing. Ship.
Suddenly, I feel arms wrap around my waist, and I look up to see Adrian. "It's a hug," He murmurs, resting his head in the crook of my neck. A million sparks fly through my body all at once, and I probably look like Einstein right now.
"I said no hugs for your joke earlier," I tell him, no matter how much I want him to hug me.
"You said no Bailey Hugs. This... it's an Adrian Hug."
His nose brushes against my ear until his lips are there. "You still haven't told me what a cockalorum means."
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a/n: not me feeling single 𥲠there's way too much couply things going on this chapter and it just hurts. ð
well anyway, i hope you liked this chapter :) sorry for not updating yesterday, i had too much hw :(
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