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Layla Simmons • 19 Just another bet. - RP BLOG -

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layla watched as gus removed his phone from his pocket, placing it on the coffee table. too distracted by her current situation, his subtle movements went unnoticed by her. as his lips trailed up her neck, layla let out a soft gasp, surprised by the sudden contact. his touch was sending shivers down her spine and as his lips met hers, there was little else she wanted to than return his kiss. each touch was tentative at first, a little uncertain of the other’s habits, but with each passing moment, layla found herself giving way to the building tension between them. lacing her arms around gus’ neck, she lifted herself to straddle him on the couch, brushing her hips against his, teasing him with her touch. “maybe. i think i still need to do a little bit of testing before i can say whether or not you’re as good as you claim you are,” she said with a small smirk, only pausing in her actions to get the words out.

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“And neither of them are reliable sources.”

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“At this rate, we might as well be living in a dream if nothing is reliable... and I might just have gotten a little too deep.”

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“Right and most of the people that are hating on it got the statistics from the internet.”

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“Well it’s either that or they invented it. Can’t really rule out that option either.”

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“Thank you and to be honest I got it from the internet.”

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“No shame in that. It’s still a reliable source, despite all the bad press it gets sometimes.”

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“Why the hell is “suck my dick" even an insult? Like, sure, man, I’ll suck your dick. What are friends for?”

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“That is actually a very good point. I’m ashamed I hadn’t thought of that before.” 

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gus let the bottom of his glass rest against he couch armrest as his digits station around the edge of the glass. the male invested his attention upon his finger that ran along the rim of his glass. “i wouldn’t picture you to be that easy, layla.” gus looked up at the girl from his glass, his expression showing pure amusement. it was like a game to him; the more she rejected him, the harder he tried, eventually, hoping he would hit a soft spot and trigger something for the female. he sat his glass on the floor away from the two, his body shifting to face layla. “what fun would that be? – me undressing myself. i think it’d be far more enjoyable if you did it for me.” there was no denying that gus found his neighbor alluring. his eyes scanned over the female’s body starting with her legs. his eyes traveled up the girl’s clothed legs, but he jeans were tight enough that gus could see the shaping perfectly. as his eyes moved further north, gus caught sight of layla’s low-cut tshirt. if she had bent forward any, he’d be able to see down the fabric. his eyes finally reached her top. most of his attention focused on her light pink petals. the male felt his teeth lightly dig into his own as his eyes caught sight of her own. gus let his lip from the grip of his teeth before a smirk found it’s way upon his lips. “so, what do you say?”

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“what, because you’re a big baby and can’t take off your own clothes?” layla asked jokingly, a light laugh escaping from her lips. gus seemed to be someone who always got his way and layla had to admit that his charm had a large part to do with that. nevertheless, she refused to give him the pleasure of hearing an immediate ‘yes’. well aware of gus’ wandering eyes, layla paused for a second, pretending to ponder on the thought as she brought the glass to her lips again. after a deep sip, she placed the glass back down on the table, wincing a little at the burning sensation, before finally turning her attention on her neighbor. "but, seeing as you’re so eager to get undressed...” layla trailed off, leaning towards him, letting her fingers do the rest of the talking as she wrapped them around the hem of his shirt. passing the shirt over his head, layla let the garment fall on the floor beside them as her eyes fell to his well-defined chest. her gaze lingered for a few moments before trailing up to find his eyes once more. “not bad,” she said, trying to add nonchalance to her voice. “i still think i may have seen better though. feel like returning the favor?” 

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gus tilted his head to the side with a confused look on his face that soon turned into a smirk. “so, your idea of getting to know your neighbor is inviting them over shirtless which could possibly lead to  lot more than just a simple conversation?” the male let out a chuckle as he moved his leg from the couch so the female had a place to sit. “you aren’t the one that should be offended, no.” gus reached for his glass taking it from layla’s small hand. he brought the edge of the glass to his lips as he kept an eye on the girl across from him. the male let the burning liquid travel down his throat before he proceeded with the conversation. 

“if you wanted to fuck me all you had to o was ask, layla.” gus smirked as he took another drink from his glass. he gaze stayed on the female. “so, – do you like what you see so far? i mean, i could strip right here if you aren’t satisfied enough with just my shirt off.” gus had always one to throw a few jokes here and there, but he knew people took him seriously, which amused him even more. 

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Releasing Gus’ glass from her hand, Layla let herself fall onto the couch, careful not to spill her own drink. “You know, that’s the thing, you’re assuming that I want to fuck you, but if I really wanted to, I would probably have knocked on your door on the first day,” Layla said, as she brought the glass rim up to her lips and took a sip, letting the bitter taste wallow in her mouth. To be entirely honest, she wasn’t quite certain why she had invited her neighbour over in the first place. Perhaps it had simply been too tempting to not take him up on the invitation, though she had also wanted to prove him wrong; clearly he wasn’t the best she’d seen. “But, I’m not one to refuse an invitation, so if you’d like to strip, I’m not going to say no,” Layla stated with a slight smirk. 

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“Sadly, I think you’re the only awesome person left that I know. We can do it on our own though, no big deal.”

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“I’ll take that as a compliment. So, how do you wish to start?”

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gus couldn’t help but notice the girl’s slightly disheveled appearance as she opened the door. “my door is literally two steps away from yours.” the male raised an eyebrow as he stepped into the apartment, which did not look like he expected it to look; it was much cleaner and well kept than his own. “you look a bit rushed.” he said as his lips curled into a smirk as he plopped down on the plush couch in the living room of the females apartment. “you’re the one who brought up the invitation thing, – so, i think it’s the other way around, dear.” gus extended his arm across the top of the couch and lifted his left leg placing it across the seating of the couch. the girl had told him to make himself at home and gus was, of course, going to oblige. 

he sat in his rather comfortable position examining the parts of the apartment that were visible to him. “you know i thought this place would be a lot messier with you being in and out so much.” gus hadn’t stayed in his apartment for very long periods of time. he’d usually be out causing himself trouble or working to pay the rent and bills. “give me something that will numb me.” gus tilted his head up to look in layla’s direction giving her a wink. “so, why did i come here in the first place?” he knew the reasoning for why he found himself inside the neighboring apartment, but he wanted to hear the reasoning of  the girl’s. a smug look crept upon his face once more as he waited for the answer. 

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Hearing many of the comments that Gus was making as he entered her home, Layla couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Of course he had to say something about everything: from her dishevelled appearance to the tidiness of her apartment... Everything seemed to trigger an opinion from him. For the most part, Layla chose to ignore his comments, focusing instead on preparing the drinks. “This is part of the getting-to-know-each-other process, I mean, we’ve been neighbors for so long and you never came into my apartment until now. Also, seeing as you were so confident about how you looked, I just had to take you up on that,” Layla stated simply, grabbing a bottle from her cupboard. 

“Should I be offended that you need to numb your senses?” asked Layla, with a teasing tone before turning her attention back to the two glasses on the kitchen counter. “I’m going to assume that tequila is good enough for now. If you wanted to mix it with something, you’re just going to have to deal with it because I don’t have much in my fridge right now,” She said, proceeding to fill the two glasses carefully. With one glass in each hand, Layla crossed over to the couch, raising an eyebrow at his reclining position. “Do you mind moving? I do plan on sitting on the couch you know, not on the floor.” 

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I’m usually the same way, but I felt like I needed to be a model citizen for once in my life. I’m the same way, I feel like they’ll still somehow find something embarrassing. 

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I mean maybe they’ll look into your browser history and see the nonexistent porn that you watched the night before, or worse, see the countless obnoxious selfies that you took.

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“Her mind is Tiffany-twisted She got the Mercedes-Benz She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys That she calls friends”

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Well, after a while, all he was able to say was ‘Don’t hang up!’ Before that he attempted to tell a joke or two, but I don’t think I necessarily like ‘Dad’ jokes seeing as he’s at least eight or more years older than I am, almost classifying as middle aged in my mind. I guess I’ll just turn my phone off until he realizes I’m not interested. Lesson learned, don’t trust strangers with your phone.

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To be fair, I rarely trust anybody with my phone, even my friends. And it’s not even like there’s anything that embarrassing on it - it’s just a matter of personal preference. But I guess it can sometimes be harder to say no to a stranger than to a friend.

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I guess I did and I was only trying to be a good citizen. I picked up once and just hung up in his face, because he said some really fucking creepy shit. I’ve tried blocking it, but I’m fairly sure he’s using various phones and whatnot.

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What did he say? You know, your only option really might just be to change numbers. I mean otherwise you could just trying enduring it until he gives up. He has to give up at some point, right?

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gus wasn’t sure what the point of walking over to layla’s was or why he felt the need to prove to her that he had a better body than any of the other’s she had taken into her apartment. despite this, gus had one thing on his mind and only hoped that he would succeed. he wasn’t just going over there to take off his clothes to show layla his bare body then leave. why else would he travel to his neighbors house? 

he placed a shirt over his head, not that it would have been necessary, before he made his way out of his door. he didn’t bother putting on shoes considering he was only taking about three steps to get to layla’s door. gus raised his fist and knocked twice on the door hoping that it’d be loud enough to echo through the apartment. he figured that her apartment looked similar to his, due to living in the same complex, so it couldn’t have been too big. as he waited, he leaned against the frame, his arms crossed over his chest and a smug look on his face. 

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Throwing her phone onto the sofa, Layla shook her head, amused by their conversation. The two had been neighbors for several months now, and they had always minded their own business even if they knew all about each other’s activities. Knowing that Gus lived right next to her, it was only a matter of time before he’d arrive, and sure enough, seconds later, the sound of a knock broke Layla away from her thoughts.

         Shit. 

Looking down at her bare legs, Layla realised that she had barely bothered getting dressed, and was now lounging in nothing but an oversized t-shirt. Even though she cared little about what people saw her in, she needed to at least appear decently dressed. Grabbing a pair of jeans from her room where she had left them the previous night, she struggled into them before rushing to the door, slightly breathless from the exertion. Opening the door, Layla raised an eyebrow at the sight of him leaning against the frame, exuding arrogance from his very presence. “You were quick,” she said, stepping back to let him in. “Couldn’t wait to see me, could you?” The question was asked with her own usual hint of teasing; she was well aware that his speed was mainly due to the proximity of their apartments, yet it was far too good an opportunity to not make a joke out of it. “Make yourself at home. Would you like anything to drink?” Layla inquired, walking towards the kitchen counter.

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text ;; gus & layla

gus: yeah, and some old man told me that he saw you dancing in your underwear in front of your window.

gus: do i ever stop bragging?

gus: we'll see once you come over, it's only a step away

layla: i have absolutely no idea what you're talking about

layla: OR you could be the gentleman and come over to mine instead of making me move

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text ;; gus & layla

gus: i wonder how you knew i get my mail in my boxers then?

gus: do you want it to be an invitation? i won't reject.

layla: maybe a very surprised lady in our building told me?

layla: if it is, will you stop bragging?

layla: because i feel like i'll never hear the end of it otherwise

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text ;; gus & layla

gus: says the one that watches me go get my mail.

gus: maybe you should keep your balcony blinds open as often? i come home sometimes and see that you've got a new man. i'm sure all those other naked men don't look as great as i do naked.

layla: i don't watch you go get your mail. i have better things to do

layla: is this an invitation? because i'm sure we can get this organised. just don't expect me to be impressed, that's all