staying at the hotel with my parents far too late tonight because I want to watch the carol burnett episode metv is playing at 9:30. why do they gotta air it so late I have work tomorrow at 6am

Imagine:

Erik and Reader have a special dinner to celebrate their year anniversary of being together and Erik tells Reader I love you for the first time. She’s afraid to fall in love. 🌺

“Just so you know, you look bad as fuck right now.”

“Thank you, and you look very handsome.”

Erik took multiple shots of Y/N on his iPhone while she stood in a smoking hot red dress with matching red heels and a glass of red wine in her hand. Her pressed hair was finger combed to one side of her head and her ruby lips pouted in the sexiest manner. Erik was proud of himself and this dinner he planned. One of his friends owned their own restaurant and he also catered. He had him make lobster tails, stuffed salmon, garlic mashed potatoes, creamed spinach, and a blackened chicken salad that was Erik’s favorite. Dessert included rum cake with butter pecan ice cream.

Erik wore the sleeves to his silk black dress shirt rolled up. Black slacks, and dress shoes to match. After taking one final photo of Y/N, Erik handed her the bouquet of red roses he purchased from a nice black owned flourish shop down the street from his loft in LA. Her eyes twinkled as she grabbed the bouquet, leaning in to kiss Erik softly. Y/N pressed her nose into the roses, inhaling sharply before letting out a pleasant sigh.

“You really out did yourself, babe,” Y/N pulls a single rose from the bouquet, breaking the stem and placing it in the pocket of Erik’s silk shirt, “Perfect.”

Erik couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face. Y/N giggles, bringing her arms up to wrap around his neck. She pecked his lips with her matte stained lips before using her thumb to stroke the fullness of his bottom lip.

“A year together already, can you believe that?” Y/N bashfully looks away because of Erik’s intense eyes, “I really appreciate this, Erik, no guy has every taken the time to do this for me. I feel special.”

“That’s because you are,” Erik strokes some of her hair behind her ear, “I-I wanna talk to you about something, Y/N.”

Y/N’s eyes studied Erik carefully while bringing her arms down to grab his hands, “I hope it’s a good thing.” She could feel her heart pounding against her chest.

“All good,” Erik kisses her again, “Don’t worry. Let’s go eat, okay? We don’t want the food to get cold. My homeboy worked really hard on this meal, babygirl.”

“Did you hear my stomach just now?” Y/N jokes, “I mean it’s been at least six hours since I’ve eaten.”

“Oh hell no, I ain’t having that.”

Erik grabs Y/N’s hand, leading her over to a nice table set for two, patchouli candles in the middle and champagne on ice. Luckily it wasn’t a windy night since they were eating on the rooftop. Erik pulls out Y/N’s chair watching her take a seat before walking to his chair. He sat down, scooting forward a little, leaning his elbows on the ivory table cloth, his face now bathed in candle light. Y/N mirrored his moves, flipping her hair over her shoulder, brown eyes going from chestnut to tawny because of the candle light. Erik could see light freckles on her nose and shadows on her upper cheeks from her eyelashes.

“You are...fucking...breathtaking,” Erik grabs her left hand, stroking it with his thumb, “You know that?”

“Erik,” Y/N always felt shy when he complimented her like that, “Stop-“

“I can’t help it. Stop looking so damn good then maybe...never mind I don’t think I could ever stop.”

“My cheeks hurt from blushing,” Y/N looked towards her right, spotting a waitress and friend that he asked to serve tonight walking over with a tray of buttery rolls and honey butter with a salad, “Stop it.”

“You’re getting this treatment all night,” Erik popped the cork on the champagne, letting some of the fuzz spill off before pouring Y/N and himself a glass. Erik’s friend, someone Y/N instantly recognized as Sammie, a tall guy with a brush cut and walnut colored skin, came over with a bright white smile. He sat the food down after greeting them and walked away before turning back to give Erik a thumbs up. It was a guy code so Y/N didn’t interfere.

“Wow, the salad looks bomb,” Y/N grabs the tongs to help herself to some, “and is that...honey butter?”

“Mhm,” Erik grins while grabbing one, adding some butter to the middle, “Homemade and probably better than Texas Roadhouse.”

“Uh-huh, we’ll see,” Y/N forked a piece of chicken with some lettuce and green peppers. She placed the food in her mouth and began chewing. Her eyes closed and a hand came up to cover her mouth so she could speak, “This is soooo gooood. Oh my goodness. Perfect salad.”

“The chicken is well seasoned, right? Best blacken chicken since my mamas,” Erik grabbed some chicken from the salad bowl with his fork.

“Don’t eat all the chicken out!” Y/N playfully slaps his hand away, “Stop that!”

“Make me.”

“And if I do?” Y/N looked Erik up and down, challenging him.

“You won’t, that’s the point. I’ll be making you do some things.”

“Eat your roll, Erik,” Y/N shook her head, her lips twisting to fight a smile.

Erik continues eating, his eyes focusing on Y/N because he couldn’t help himself. The way he was feeling towards her was something powerful. Y/N was becoming his never ending thought. She was the best thing he never planned. He only needed to see if she felt the same way. After they finished their salad, they talked and joked like they always did. Erik’s friend, Sammie, came back again with their delicious meal: Lobster tails, stuffed salmon, garlic mashed potatoes, and creamed spinach. The food was still sizzling and Y/N’s mouth was watering and damn near drooling when her plate was placed in front of her.

“Dig in, make sure y’all chew y’all food though,” Sammie laughs, clapping Erik on the back before walking away.

“One bite of this and my mouth will be a vacuum. Suck all this food down in one bite,” Y/N says while cutting into her salmon. Erik chuckles, looking over at her with playful eyes.

“A vacuum, huh? Your mouth suck that hard?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Y/N rolls her eyes, “You turn everything into sex-“

“You set yourself up for that one, baby girl-“

“Just-no,” Y/N waved him away with an annoyed expression before exhaling, a smirk appearing on her face, “Now, can we talk?”

“I was going to wait until we finished eating, babe,” Erik chews his food slowly.

“I thought it wasn’t bad? If it’s not bad we can talk right now, right?”

“True but-“

“Baybeeeeee,” Y/N begs with that cute little pout of her lips, “Talk to me.”

“Okay,” Erik grabs his glass of champagne to finish the rest, “Here goes nothing. I’m just gonna come out and say it because I’m not gonna deny how I feel about you, girl.”

“Oh...Kay,” Y/N has a gaurded expression.

“Uh, so,” Erik clears his throat, “I love you.”

Y/N grabs hold of her napkin that was placed in her lap, looking away and out towards the city. She felt her breath halt in her chest when Erik said those words. It petrified her. Especially when they came from Erik. It took forever for him to even admit his feelings for her when they started dating and now he was being open about his affection for her?

“Y/N?” Erik called out to her softly.

“...Yeah,” Y/N blinks away from the sunset, looking down at her food. She forked a chunk of salmon, stuffing it into her mouth to chew. Thank God Sammie brought the food out on a skillet so it can stay hot but now Y/N’s tongue was burning.

“See, this is why I didn’t want to mention anything until afterwards,” Erik went back to eating he food as well. Y/N looked up at him, seeing the frown on his face and how he played with his food.

“Erik. I...I don’t know what to say. You love me? Like...you really love me?” Y/N asks with frantic eyes, “I mean, that’s heavy, Erik. You know how I feel about that.”

“I do,” Erik looked across at Y/N with earnest eyes, “Which is why I wanted to tell you and talk about it. I mean what I said, ma, I love you. I know what this is,” Erik grabs Y/N’s hand, “I’ve found a natural drug for all of my pain, depression, anxiety, and anger. It’s your voice. It’s the way you look at me. It’s your smell and your presence, it’s you. It’s always been you.”

“Babe,” Y/N lets out a harsh rush of breath, “I’m scared.”

“WHY?” Erik asks with a firm tone.

“Because LOVE failed me COUNTLESS TIMES.”

Y/N snatched her hand away, looking down at her lap so Erik wouldn’t see her eyes.

“I...I have strong feelings for you too,” Y/N spoke with a choppy voice, “your arms are strong enough to hold every fear, every beautiful broken piece of me. You don’t just make me feel complete. You complete me.”

Erik swallows spit before talking in a shaky tone, “I look at you and I can’t believe someone didn’t think you were enough...you’re my everything.”

“Don’t day these things to me if you truly don’t mean it,” Y/N couldn’t hide her cries now. She frustratingly dabs her eyes, careful not to remove makeup, “I love you too but I’m so fucking scared that if I let this happen it’ll all come crashing down. It just feels too good to be true.”

“That’s why it’s called a leap of faith, Y/N. You don’t think I’m scared too? I am. I’ve never been in love before. You know who I am and who I once was. I didn’t have time for love. So, now that I do, I want to embrace that. Do you even realize how amazing you are to me? I’ll never finish falling in love with you. If you’re not ready, I’ll wait. I’m here. I’m patient. I’m not going anywhere.”

All of his words were exactly what she wanted to hear from a man.

“I found someone I want to annoy for as long as I live.” Erik says with a smile while grabbing her hands from across the table. Y/N giggles before landing her teary eyes on Erik.

“So, are you ready for me?” Erik asks with a steady voice.

“...Yes,” Y/N took a labored breath, “I love you too and I am ready. I want to be ready. I’m tired of being afraid of my feelings for you. I’m tired of being comfortable where we are now. I want to grow with you. If it’s a dream, fuck it, I’ll accept that because this is the best I’ve ever felt.”

Erik’s whiskey colored eyes were glossy. He clenched his jaw before taking his thumb to rub the tears away. Y/N reaches across the table, grabbing his chin to make him look at her.

“We’ve come this far, we got more time, baby,” Y/N wipes Erik’s eyes with her fingers, “Hey, handsome, you got me, I got you. Let’s give this love thing a try. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Erik licks his full lips, “I’m not perfect. I’ll annoy you, piss you off, say stupid shit then take it back but put that all aside and you’ll never find a person who cares or loves you more than me.”

“Id rather have bad times with you than good times with someone else.”

The smile he gave her made her heart grow with delight.

——————

The sex that night was the best sex they ever had. They couldn’t even make it to his place. Erik parked his car, Kept the radio on low, stepping out of his car to her side. When he opened that door, Y/N was pulled into his large arms. Erik pressed her body against his car, hands resting on the hood of his car while his lips molded and meshed with hers. Y/N grabbed his face, running her fingers along his scruff. Erik’s groin pressed desperately into her crotch. It was heated and passionate. When Erik broke the kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers before opening the back seat. Erik grabs Y/N’s hand, pulling her with him and over his lap in the car. The kissing continued, Y/N’s dress up and around her waist while Erik palmed her ass. It was cramped but she was so wet and needy for him.

“Take care of me,” Erik whispered to her over the Donell Jones- This Luv, playing low on the radio, “I need you to take care of me, baby girl. Can you do that for me?” His fingers were tickling her puss on the outside of her lace red thong.

“Yes, baby,” Y/N whispers against his lips.

“Thank you, baby,” Erik spoke softly before pressing his lips on her neck. Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut as she enjoyed Erik’s tongue on her throat and his hands slipping between her thong and wet mound. His fingers spread her honey bucket open, fingers instantly coated in her wet sweetness. She whispered please shallowly from her lungs. Erik’s fingers found its way inside of her. Three. He worked her up to it so many times. Her hips began to grind into the palm of his hand. Her fingers wrinkling the fabric of his silk shirt. She could feel her essence dripping to the seat. Heated breaths warmed Erik’s ear. He could even hear her pussy talking to him. Her pussy was letting him know that he was pleasing her. Y/N could already feel her release coming before she could even adjust. Short, sharp gasps filled the car, Y/N’s thighs squeezing Erik’s waist as her sugar flowed on his lap and back seat. His quickened heart beat thumped against her chest, his fingers still there .

“Baby,” Y/N spoke with a shivering inhale, “I wanna ride you nice and steady.”

“Take what’s yours, baby,” Erik kisses Y/N’s cleavage, “Take all this big dick. It’s yours. All yours to play with.”

Y/N loved that a lot. More than she could put into words. She sat back in his lap, undoing his pants and pulling them down and around his upper thighs. His dick was then pulled out of its compressed confines, a growl coming from Erik. Y/N stroked him while sucking on his bottom lip. Lifting slightly, Y/N places Erik’s dick between her folds before pressing him in between her right walls. She swallowed him with her pussy. Erik’s head went back, eyes closed and mouth hanging open. Now that she was fully filled, Y/N uses all her strength to ride Erik’s hard. She purposely made her ass clap against his upper thighs. Short, harsh, gasps flowed from her mouth as Erik stared at her beatific expression.

“Damn, baby, that’s how you take care of me,” Erik massaged his tongue with hers, “Yes, that’s how you handle all this dick.”

“Fuck,” Y/N felt Erik suck on her neck. She would have a hickie there in the morning.

“Feels so good, baby, don’t stop. Take care of me first.” Erik begged.

“Okay, Daddy,” Y/N bounced. She grabs the back of the couch, “her ass arched while giving him her all. She could feel her pussy pulling on his dick. Y/N could only imagine how Erik must feel. She knows her pussy is tight. She knows Erik’s dick is really thick. Imagine a unyielding pussy and Erik’s girthy length moving against eachother. He could feel everything. She could feel everything.

“Fuckkkk, your pussy is so tight on me, girl.”

“Uhhh!” Y/N quivers, “Damn, baby you’re so thick.”

Erik started moving his hips to meet her strokes. They fucked eachother in that back seat. The rose Y/N placed in Erik’s shirt pocket was smashed and losing pedals.

“Shit, girl. I’ma cum in you,” Erik grabs her waist, moving her himself, “let Daddy take care of that pussy now.”

His hips shot off into hers like a loaded gun. She was extremely wet. His dick slid in and out easily. She could still feel his length and thickness but since she was so damn drenched it made the experience even better. Y/N has never been that wet before with another man. Ever. Erik has the magic touch.

“Ooooo, fuck, yes, mmm, babyeee, oooo,” Y/N pressed a single hand against the foggy glass of the window, “Yes, Daddy, give it to me, ahhhhh-“

Y/N sucked in a quick breath before cumming on him. He still stroked her just as fast and hard. His balls slapped her ass and his fingers squeezed her hips.

“Mmm, Damn, I’m about to bust all in you, shit don’t make no sense, fuck, Ugh.” Erik’s eyes widened before a harsh and uneven breath escaped his mouth. His body shook as his cum fired off into her puss. He hissed heavily before placing his sweaty forehead against Y/N’s shoulder.

“I love you. So damn much.” Y/N spoke with a weak tone, “I feel like we just remade that iconic titanic sex scene.”

“This one was better,” Erik shuddered before placing a weak kiss to Y/N’s cheek, “I love you too, baby girl.”,

Dear Friend

April 5, 2017

It’s a very sunny, breezy day here in south Texas. 
I wasn’t expecting it to be seventy-seven degrees today. 
 Lately, it’s been in the mid nineties, so it feels good for once to be outside. I’m at my university. 
I just finished eating one of my chocolate strawberry oatmeals that I prepped the other day. 
It was delicious. 
I was surprised it was still cold; it was in my backpack for over an hour.
 I couldn’t eat it before class, so I waited until it was over to enjoy my “breakfast” outside. 
Even though I ate it after lunchtime, I still call it my breakfast since it was my first meal of the day. I looked for a shady area a couple of buildings down from where my class was at. 
 I found some empty seats under this area that I can’t really describe. 
 It’s like a “gazebo” type of area?… But it doesn’t have a roof; just long blocks of wood going across the roofless “ceiling.”
 It was shady from all the tall trees that surrounded the area. 
So, I sat there. 
 While I was eating my decedent chocolatey goodness, I was staring at all the people that were passing by, what we call, the bronc trail - it leads to every building on campus. 
 There were so many students walking around to get to their next class. 
 There were so many faces, so many smiles, so many voices, so many laughs. 
None of them were him - He Who Shall Not Be Named - the boy I call Voldemort. 
He doesn’t come to my school, so in a way, it keeps my mind at ease - that I won’t see him or his face here. 
Although, sometimes I do wish that I could see him in this huge crowd of nameless faces. I didn’t see anyone worth mentioning. 
Most of the guys here aren’t that attractive. 
I just saw some guys look at me.
 Some looked like they were admiring my brown Steve Madden boots.
 Some looked like they were admiring the way I dress.
 Hell, maybe some of them found me attractive, but sadly the feeling probably wasn’t mutual. 
 Then, there were the couples holding hands and kissing; it was annoying.
 I’m not one to be for public display of affection. 
 There was this one girl that passed by me who caught my eye and not in a good way.
 Her makeup was honestly horrible. 
 She literally got the hottest pink shade of blush she had and used it to contour her cheeks. 
She looked like she had a rash, or she just got out of a fist fight. 
I felt bad for judging her, but she really needed to be told something like, “Go to Sephora and buy yourself some bronzer. And while you’re at it, ask the makeup artists to teach you how to apply it.” Anyway, when I was done eating my “breakfast,” (and judging people) I decided to walk around campus since I’m not planning on jogging today. 
I thought I should get my exercise somehow, even if it’s just walking around. 
 My leg is in a lot of pain and I really think I should let it rest. 
I was walking around, trying to find the perfect spot to relax during this breezy day. The first place I went to was this area called the “Quad.”
 It’s in the middle of campus where most of the student organizations put up tents and tables to host events sometimes.
 Nothing was going on today, so I decided to sit under the big tree that shaded the circle of brick that people could sit on. I wasn’t there for long because this old man decided to smoke right next to me. I can’t stand the smell of smoke, so I immediately got up, put on my headphones, played my favorite music, and stormed off. 

 I had Purity Ring’s “Begin Again” on repeat. 
 I became immediately obsessed with it when my friend from Chicago, Ariel, introduced me to them. 
I was walking around, avoiding people, but keeping my head up high. 
I didn’t want people to think I was sad - because I wasn’t. 
 I thought I should go to the Student Union. 
 That’s where the game room is and all the food. 
It’s like a cafeteria, but better. 
 When I got there, I debated on whether I should get Chick-Fil-A or not. 
I had it the other day, so I chose the latter.
 There were too many people and I couldn’t find an empty table. 
I was getting really frustrated and all the walking was making me sweat. 
Instead of finding somewhere to sit at school, I decided to walk to my car to go home. My stomach growled at me while I was driving to my house. 
 I guess the oatmeal didn’t fill me up. 
I went to one of my favorite restaurants, ate, and then finally drove home. By the time I got home, it was already 3:30pm. 
All the windows were open in the house because my parents hired two guys to paint some of the doors in our home; they also painted an accent wall in the kitchen and my parents’ room. 
 The smell was still lingering from yesterday, but at least it was more faint than before. 
 I walked into my room. 
I felt so tired; my body was aching from all the exercises I’ve been doing. To top that off, I only got five hours of sleep the other day, and six last night. 
So, I took off my boots and laid down on my bed. 
I didn’t even turn on my fan - I was too lazy to get back up just to stay cool. The next thing I remember was waking up from the garage door opening when my mom got home. 
I didn’t even know I fell asleep. 
 What time is it? I thought. 
 5:45pm.
 Shit. I’m late to work. 
 I was supposed to be there at 5:00pm, but technically I could go in whenever I wanted. 
I’m just a provider for my little cousin, so I make my own schedule. 
 I got up, said hello and goodbye to my mom and took off. 
 Since Josh’s house was on my way to work, I stopped by to take him the last oatmeal I had in my refrigerator. 
When I got there, I was rudely greeted by his dad. 
 He doesn’t like me because I’m gay.
 Literally. “Hey where are you guys going?” he asked as he was walking toward my car. 

“Oh. We’re not going anywhere. I just stopped by so I could give this to Josh.” I grabbed the mason jar filled with oatmeal and waved it at him and continued, “You could go ahead and take it to him for me if you want.” 

“No. That’s okay. Listen, I know you like party and have fun. Hell. I wish I could still be like that but -”

 “Actually, I don’t like to party. That’s not like me,” I interrupted him.

 “Nevertheless. Josh has responsibilities. I hope you know that. He has his twins. Sometimes, I’m calling him to come home because I have the girls sleeping with me, and I have to work early in the mornings. Then he tells me that he’s going to stay the night at your house instead. I know you guys want to stay out late and everything, but just try to get him home at a reasonable time,” he said. 

 “Don’t worry. I will, but just so you know, he’s the one that also tells me that the girls are sometimes not home and that it’s okay for him to spend the night. So, it’s not completely my fault.” 
 There was an awkward silence until I saw Josh walk out with his two girls (thank god). 
 They looked so cute. 
 “Hey Josh,” I said. 
 His two girls were walking in front of him so they greeted me first. 
 They have never done that before. 
 One of them threw her arm at me and waved. 
 “Hiiiiiiii,” one of the twins said. 
 The other was a little more shy and just waved. “Hey Alex,” Josh said. 
Then he turned to his dad. 
 “What are you doing?”

 “I’m just talking to your friend here that’s all. And I’m admiring his new car,” his dad said. 
“C’mon girls, come with me.”
 He walked away and took the twins with him to the garage. 

 “Byeeeeeeee,” said the outgoing twin. 

“Bye,” I said with a big smile.
 “They’re so cute Josh.” 

“Yeah I know. What are you going to do right now?”

 “I’m just gonna go to work for a little while and then finally watch Power Rangers with my parents.” 

“Oh yeah that’s right. I forgot you were going to watch that movie.” 

“I can’t wait,” I said as I grabbed the mason jar once again.
 “Here you go. I hope you like it.” 

“I’m sure I will. Because you made it.” 

I rolled my eyes and said, “Shut up. Okay… I have to go now.” 

“Alright. Text me later. Bye.” 

I went to work, did the usual - bathed my cousin and helped him with his homework - and then left to the movie theater. 
 My parents were already there waiting for me so we could watch the new Power Rangers movie. 
I’ve been wanting to watch it since the day it came out! 
I can’t believe it took me almost two full weeks to finally watch it. 
 I liked it.
 It could’ve been better to be honest and I was kind of upset that they only played the “Power Rangers Theme Song” once in the entire movie - and when they did, it was poorly placed and I could barely hear it over all the action! Disappointing… 
It’s the damn theme song for christ sakes. 
 I rate it 7/10. 
 Afterward, I texted Josh. “Hey, what are you doing? I just got out of the movie.”
 “I’m at Texas Roadhouse with Daniel. We just got here. The one by your house. Sabrina is on her way. Why don’t you join us? It’s like Daniel’s pre-birthday dinner, I guess.” “Haha. Alright. I’ll be right there.”
 It didn’t take me long to get there from the theater. 
I walked in and I see Josh immediately. 
We meet each other’s gaze and just smiled. 
 His cousin, Daniel, was sitting facing away from the entrance, so I didn’t see him until I walked up to the table. I greeted him first with a hug and said, “I know it’s not your birthday yet, but I probably won’t see you or talk to you on the day of, so happy birthday!”
 “Aww. Thank you so much. I’m a little tipsy right now to be honest.” 

“Good for you.” I laughed. 
 I gave Josh a hug too before I sat across him and next to his cousin. 
 Sabrina wasn’t there yet, but when the waiter - who was obviously gay - came to the table  to ask what I wanted to eat, I ordered anyway. 
 I asked for a sirloin steak with a loaded baked potato and buttered corn. 
Before the food came out, Sabrina showed up. 
She’s a lot shorter than I remember (I guess I was too drunk to notice the first time I met her), but she’s really pretty with a nice smile. 
I like her for Josh, but seeing him with another girl gets me a little jealous. 
 Okay, maybe a lot jealous. 
It’s whatever; I just want him to be happy. 

 The food came out. 
The sides were delicious, but the steak wasn’t that great. 
 The outside of the meat felt very dry and tough and burned; which was odd because I asked for the meat to be cooked medium done. 
 Anyway…
 The night went on. 
I talked a lot. I laughed a lot. I flirted a lot - with the waiter. And I tried my best to refrain from insider gay jokes with Josh in front of his new girl. 
I didn’t want to embarrass him. 
 Although, I did do it once (I had to). The restaurant has peanuts in these buckets on every table. 
Josh had some on his plate all cracked and eaten except for one. 
There was one peanut left. 
He and Sabrina kept talking about it, I don’t know why they were to be honest. 
They just kept fighting over who was going to eat the last one I guess. 
So, I thought it was the perfect time to say my prude joke of the night. 
I pointed at it and said, “Oh hey Josh, if you don’t want it, I’ll take one of your nuts. I mean, I’d like two of your nuts. But one is fine!”
 Everyone laughed, including him.
 “Shut up!” He said as he continued to laugh.  
 Shortly after this happened, I randomly felt something touching my leg. 
 It took me awhile to realize it was Josh rubbing his foot against me. 
 Sabrina was talking to him while he was doing this to me and he was just looking at her, admiring her beauty. 
 I thought it was pretty hot and naughty to be honest. 
 Meanwhile, I was scrolling through Tumblr and found this picture that read, God Saw You Do That. 
I bursted out laughing; I almost cackled, but I’m glad I didn’t because that would’ve been embarrassing. 
 Thankfully, only Daniel asked what I was laughing at. 
 I just thought it was so funny - the timing of it all and what Josh was doing to me. 
It was hot being his dirty little secret. The night was getting older, and the employees were starting to close up the restaurant. 
We asked for the check, paid, and walked outside. 
I said bye to everyone, told Daniel “happy birthday” one more time and left home. I changed into more comfortable clothes and sat down on my bed. 
I remembered I never checked what I got on my Management exam, so I took out my phone and logged into my Blackboard account. 
A sixty-eight. 
Lovely…
 I should really study more often. Now, I’m just listening to music and writing to you. 
It’s passed midnight. 
I don’t mind that it’s so late because I have nothing to do in the morning. 
I am in no rush to do anything tomorrow since I’ve been so tired these past few days. 
 The only plan I have for the morning - or whenever I decide to wake up - is to go for a jog. 
I just hope the weather tomorrow is just as nice as it was today. 
 Until next time… Love always, Alex