Oneshot: Fluff

Person: Jules Vaughn

Description: You and Jules have been dating for a week, so you sneak in her room and cuddle together.

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It's 4 AM, and Jules hasn't texted you since your last date, a week ago. You knew she was sick but, you worried about her more as she didn't even sent you some silly video to let you know she's alright. So, the best idea was to sneak in her room in 20 minutes, but since she keeps it locked, you start to throw rocks at the glass.

" What the hell is her problem? Hey Jules! Open the fucking window, you cunt! "

You yelled, Jules looking at you and laughing, then opening the window and saying;

" You do fucking realize I leave my garage open for you, right? "

Awkward silence was your response, feeling dumb for forgetting the fact that she lets her garage open for you, since you still don't have a spare key. You try to look like nothing happened and sprinted up the stairs, jumped on Jules' bed and dragged her with you to cuddle.

" Hey hey! I'm going to get you sick if you stay too close, you ass! "

" It's been over a week since you talked to me and honestly I don't give a shit about it, so shut up and hold me. "

" Whatever you want, you big baby. "

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Starting the morning with continuous harsh and almost painful coughing wasn't a great option for you.

" Hah hah ha! See?! I told your bitch ass that you would get sick, but you didn't listen. Well, I got to go to school now. Have fun being sick for a week or two, hun! Oh and, have I told you you look cute? "

" . . . God dammit, you bitch. . . "

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