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EPISODE 4: WHAT REALLY HAPPENED THAT NIGHT
The air in the Grammy Museum was cool, but also kind of sticky. You werenโt worried about that, though, because you were feeling happy about being here. A lot of famous people had shaken your hand, and that was crazy.
I need a smoke break,ย you thought to yourself as you walked towards the doors.
Walking past security, you said, "Thank you," as he opened the door for you. You walked outside, taking a deep breath and digging into your pocket for your cigarettes and lighter, until you realized you didnโt have them.
"ะงะตัั ะฒะพะทัะผะธ," you muttered, looking around for anyone else, until you saw himโMalcolm Toddโsmoking a cigarette. You walked towards him. "Hey, sorry to bother but can I borrow lighter?"
"Yeah, of course. Here you go," he replied.
"No problem, pretty," he said back, and you could feel your heart speed up a bit at that.
You took a drag of your cigarette, blowing the smoke near his face. "Pretty, huh?" you said. "Whatโs your name?" you asked, as if you didnโt already know.
"Malcolm. Whatโs yours?" he asked.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl."
"You say that to everybody, or is it just me?"
"Just the ones who catch my eye," he murmured, looking into your eyes.
"Oh, really?" you said, your accent slipping into your words.
"Yeah, really," he said, closing the gap between you two and connecting your mouths.
You grasped onto his hair, deepening the kiss as he moaned a little. You pulled back to get some air, laughing a bit as you watched him chase your lips.
"Whyโd you pull away, pretty?"
"Cause I was going to suffocate, ะผะธะปัะน ะผะฐะปััะธะบ."
You watched his face turn into a look of confusion. "What did you call me, pretty?"
"I called you a sweet boy."
"Oh, you think Iโm sweet, pretty?"
"Yeah, I mean, if this isnโt sweet, then I donโt know what is. But I think itโs time for us to go back inside."
"Yeah, itโs cold out here. Come on, pretty," he said, holding out his hand for you to take.
As you two walked inside, you could feel his hand tightening around yours protectively, as if to make sure you didnโt get lost or separated.ย He cares for me already,ย you smiled at the thought.
"Whatcha thinking about, pretty?" Malcolm said, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Mm, nothing, sweet boy. Nothing at all," you said while sitting at a table.
"Want a drink or something?" he asked, standing in front of you.
"Yeah, can you get me a vodka cranberry?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said, walking away to the bar.
Time Skip: Two Hours Later
It had been an hour or two since you and Malcolm hit it off, and itโs safe to say that you are drunk as hell. Malcolm is watching you gossip in Russian with Connor Storrie.
"ะขั ะฒะธะดะตะป ะตะต ะฟะปะฐััะต, ะพะฝะฐ ะฒัะณะปัะดะธั ะดะพะฒะพะปัะฝะพ ะฟะปะพั
ะพ," you say.
"ะฏ ัะดะตะปะฐะป ััะพ, ะธ ั ะฟััะฐะปัั ะฟะพะณะพะฒะพัะธัั ั ะฝะตะน, ะฝะพ ะพะฝะฐ ะฟัะพะธะณะฝะพัะธัะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะผะตะฝั," Connor replies, raising his eyebrows.
"ะะฐะบะฐั ััะบะฐ," you both say at the same time, laughing.
Suddenly, you realize Malcolm has stood up and is walking towards you. "Come on, pretty, itโs time to get you home."
"Noo," you slur out. "Iโm not done talking to Connorr yet."
"Pretty, you can talk to him on the phone when you get home. You guys are too drunk to even notice you're sitting on the floor right now."
You look down. "Oh," you say with a straight face. "Okay, Iโm ready to go homee," you say, dragging out the word. "Byee, Connor," you say, giving him a hug.
"Bye, Y/n," he says, before walking off to find Hudson.
"Letโs go, pretty," Malcolm says, grabbing your purse and putting you on his back.
Once you guys make it to his car, youโre halfway asleep. He puts you in the passenger seat, making sure you dont wake up too much. He gets into the driver's seat and turns up the radio just a little bit, and the faint sound of "The Feeling" by Steve Lacy can be heard.
By the time he makes it to his house, you're awake again and have sobered up a bit. You watch him get out of the car and walk to your side, opening your door. "Come on, pretty, weโre here."
You hum lightly and unbuckle your seat belt sluggishly. He grabs your hand, walking up to the door. "Do you have your keys, pretty?"
"Yeahh, in my purse," you slur out, already feeling sleep pulling you back in.
He digs through your purse a bit before finding them and unlocking the door. He walks inside, softly pulling you in and taking you to your bedroom. He sits you down on the bed and gets on one knee, taking off your heels.
"Pretty, can you get up and change your clothes for me?"
You groan but get up anyway, grabbing some shorts and an oversized shirt. Malcolm turns around so you can change.
"ะะฐะบะพะน ะดะถะตะฝัะปัะผะตะฝ," you mutter.
"You done, pretty?" Malcolm asks.
"Yeah, you can turn around."
He turns around. You lay back down in your bed, and he pulls his shirt off while walking towards the bed. He gets under the covers, laying next to you and putting his head on your chest. You run a hand through his hair.
"Good night, pretty," he says.
Time Skip: The Next Morning
You wake up with a pounding headache. "ะะพะธะผะตัั," you whisper, feeling the spot next to you empty. Your stomach drops.ย Did he leave?ย you wispier to yourself.
You look outside and see that his car isnโt there. "Fucking asshole," you yell out. He didnโt even leave his fucking number.
"Goddamn it. You know what? I donโt even care," you say.
You grab your phone off the nightstand and text your group chat, asking if they want to watch a movie. They all say yes, instantly putting you in a better mood. You smile to yourself and start getting ready for the day.
An: I feel like this doesnโt really fit the plot but lmk
