"Tell me why I have to get a tattoo?""Um, because both of our parents don't want us to have one, duh,"

After dinner, Laker escaped his townhouse with Ostana in his arms, claiming that he had ‘pressing issues’ to deal with - though I am pretty sure the only ‘pressing issue’ was in his pants; leaving Emrys and I alone with each other. He sat on one side of the couch, me on the opposite and in front of us, some Netflix show played mindlessly on the television, my fingers busy texting my mom.  

The cold glass of juice in my hand helped my body return to itself as I stood in the early morning darkness of Lakers pure white kitchen, thankfully his blinds were open so that  I could watch the sleeping city and the neighbouring park; clouds still painted the sky, making both the moon and stars nonexistent. Snuggling into Emrys hoodie that I wore previously that covered my underwear completely, my thoughts went back to what had just happened - the rush of sparks curled my toes as I smirked at the memory. 

“So,” Ostana spoke, her mouth full of pizza, Laker placed his arm over her shoulders as they took up the adjacent dark emerald couch. “What exactly do you guys do?” “Our job,” Laker joked, a smirk pla

"Mom is going to be beyond pissed if she finds out,""Linda will never find out, Lessie," Emrys assured me as he dried the now clean dish that once held my mother's lasagna; it felt odd to hear Emrys say Linda, not mom. N