Innocence is just a lie.

-Emily Rose-

The moon had ceased to shine giving way for the sun to rise brightly in the clear morning sky. It was a beautiful thing to watch, it's like watching something grow. I, however, was a mess- my body was aching and I was covered by none other than Mr Kellin Quinn Bostwick. The one man in the whole entire world who needs comfort after a not-so-scary horror movie and has cuddle with a teenaged girl so he can fall asleep. Not that I'm complaining(which I really am) he was very warm and he looked like a fucking angel.

He is just perfect. Normally I'd be one of those bullshitters that are all like 'Perfection doesn't exist' but in this case I'd say it clearly does.

Even if he's a twat.

"Kellin, please get up I've got school" I tried, another failed attempt at awakening the sleeping beauty. "No" he groaned, holding me tighter.

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