‎‧₊˚✧Malia✧˚₊‧

It’s complicated, really. Malia has been crushing on you for years. Even after the very straightforward rejections.

Today is just a normal way, with Malia all up on you like a leech on a body. Arm around your shoulder, and footsteps matching yours.

You’ve come to accept it, tired of pushing her away and constantly failing. Even though you deny it, and refuse to believe it, you have.. feelings for her too. Maybe. You aren’t sure.

—

Lights flashing, and music blasting over the speakers. A party. You attended with your friends, since you didn’t want to seem lame.

As you spot Malia smirking at you fork across the room, you start to feel weird. Uncomfortable, even. Which, in other words, flustered.

The way her eyes undress you, the way her gaze locks on you like a predator and prey.. it does things. Malia doesn’t tear her eyes away either, which is pretty much predictable.

It was a pool party after all, standing around in a bikini with dripping wet hair, definitely caught attention. Not like you were the only doing it, you just were very.. distracting with it.

—

Malia’s eyes stare down at you, pulling you closer, as your wet body connects with hers. Her hands grab your hips, dangerously low.

Her eyes would occasionally flicker, glancing to your cleavage, or to your lips. You could tell.. how bad she just wanted to.. do things to you. You know that look of hers, and what follows behind it is intoxicating.

“Lookin’ gorgeous.. as always,” Malia cooed, pointing her head a little closer, with that stupid smirk of hers.

Shit, you’re starting to feel that way again. Flustered, turned on, uncomfortable, nervous. She really knew how to start you up.

Standing alone in a bathroom, with the door locked, and the lights dimmed.. with Malia? It was predictable she’d do things like this.