"Good morning, little rebel," I heard a voice say, waking me up from my beautiful and rather peaceful sleep.

What the hell is this?

I opened my eyes, eternally thankful my curtains are closed. I'm neither morning nor a sunshine person.

Call me a zombie if you'd like, I won't even argue with you.

"Draven?" I asked, squinting at him with disbelief. "What did you just call me?"

He smirked playfully. "You heard me," he said.

"Draven-"

"The one and only," he interrupted me and put something heavy on my desk. "We need to wake you up and I know just the way to do it."

"Draven," I warned him, now completely awake. "Don't you dare."

Before I could stop him, and by now I knew him for long enough to know nobody bosses this kid around, he opened the curtains, letting the sunshine into my dark room.

"Draven! What the hell are you doing in my room?!" I yelled, burying my head into a pillow. I know I'm very late with the outburst, but I had no strength to do it earlier.

"If I make you breakfast in bed, a simple 'thank you' is all I need," he said, acting offended. "Not all this 'how did you get in my room' bullshit."

I looked at him and raised my eyebrows. He was carrying a platter into my bed with Nutella pancakes and orange juice - my favorite.

"Uh, okay," I said confused, straightening in bed. "Thank you, Draven."

He smirked and leaned on the door frame, crossing his arms. "Okay, so, the plan for the day."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise while I took a big gulp of orange juice. "What the hell are you talking about? What plan?"

His smirk grew bigger, just as my suspicion. "You eat your breakfast and I'll come back with something very special."

I looked at him in shock, trying not to think about something sexual, but it got very hard since I started hanging out with him.

Do you see it?! Even that sounds sexual in my head. I am a verbal whore.

"Don't worry, it's not a condom," he said, chuckling. "Or is it?" he raised his eyebrows in suggestion.

"Draven! No!" I yelled, tossing a pillow at him, which he caught proudly.

"We'll get back to that," he said with a wink and exited my room, closing the doors behind him.

I stood there, looking at the door and thinking to myself - what is this boy doing to me?

Although we met only a couple of days before, we have been hanging out a lot and he made me smile, which no one could do successfully.

Since I met him, I haven't thought about my parents once and I like that m. I'm not completely miserable when I'm around him and he isn't the worst company.

I ate the rest of my breakfast in twenty minutes, taking my time and wondering what was he planning.

I knew for a fact he is very creative, which led me to the conclusion that there were numerous possibilities.

Isn't that just great?

I laid back in my bed, looking at the ceiling because what else would I do? All I have to do is wait for him.

Also, this place is boring the living shit out of me.

I closed my eyes and just waited to hear his famous voice.

"Oh, you must be tired after everything we did in your dream last night," he said, suddenly appearing in my room. "Sorry about that one, I warned you I liked it rough."

I smiled, being rather happy to hear his voice. After all, he brought all the fun to me. I sat on the bed and looked at him. He was honestly drop-dead gorgeous - with deep, green eyes complimenting black, wavy hair.

And he was also carrying a bottle of red wine. "Where did you get that from?" I asked confused.

He grinned proudly like a child. "I have my ways," he said as he walked over to my bed and sat next to me. "We're going to have a little fun. This place is drying my dick out."

"Draven! I will not sleep with you!"

He rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant. But you will soon because, c'mon. Look at me, I'm irresistible."

Now I rolled my eyes. "Your ego is bigger than your dick, and that's a bet."

He leaned back against the wall, pulling his legs up to his chest. "You wanna see, little rebel?"

"Okay, let's not do that!" I panicked, trying to think of something else to talk about. "What did you want to do, anyway?"

"I want to do a lot of things, actually, and most of them include-"

"Draven! I swear to God!"

"Oh, that ol' dude? You shouldn't rely on him, though. He really doesn't like swearing, so we'll probably hang out in Hell together."

"Okay, what the fuck are you talking about?" I frowned at him. It was actually very interesting how his mind worked. I bet a lot of psychiatrists would die to study his train of thought.

"God?" he answered, raising his eyebrows.

"The wine, Draven. What is wine doing here?" I asked, losing my patience.

He is literally a six-year-old child with ADHD. There was no hope for him whatsoever.

None. Nada.

"Oh, that. Yeah, totally forgot," he said, looking at it. "Sorry."

Yes, shitface, I see you forgot. He will literally be the death of me. I will not be able to have children if I spend any more minutes with him because he will drain me out.

"Okay, so," he started, looking at me with excitement. "We'll play a game."

"A game? Draven, I will not strip!" I yelled, slapping his arm. It may have seemed playful, but I was very serious.

"Well, too bad. Then, plan B," he scratched the back of his neck.

I'm telling you- the death of me.

"You'll ask a question and if I don't answer, I either have to complete your dare or drink a big gulp. If I answer, you drink," he explained with a smirk.

I couldn't contain a laugh because of how focused he was on explaining the game to me, although it was the easiest thing to explain. Why was he being so damn cute?!

Well, I did say this place is boring and I needed something to do. And I have said I'm not the old Alya from an abusive household.

"Okay, I can do that," I agreed, already thinking of a question to ask him.

"I knew you'd be down. Step by step and you'll be on my-"

"Draven! Literally the last warning!"

He raised his hands in surrender, letting me ask my question, but a smile crept from the corners of his lips, suggesting I was very amusing to him.

"What are you scared of?"

His face turned serious for a moment and he looked at his legs, playing with a shoelace. "Death, I hate death."

"But are you scared of it?" I questioned him further.

"That's another question. You drink," he said, handing me the bottle. Well, I might as well. At least it's not vodka.

I took a big gulp and wiped off my mouth. "Your turn."

"Why are you here?" he asked seriously and my mind was actually blown by the fact that Draven can be serious. Is this possible? Where do I find that button?

Okay, the question.

"My foster parents were sick of me, so they decided to throw me out like garbage," I said, looking at the distance. Wow, I have never actually said it out loud. "Drink, mate," I told him, handing back the bottle.

And so he did, without any complaining.

"Okay, I got a good one," I announced proudly. "What is the worse experience you have ever had?"

He frowned at my question and I could already tell it was going to be funny. "My family and I live near a lake and one day, my dad and I went fishing," he started, looking at me with disgust while remembering the memory. "And I fell into the lake and those little fish twats started biting the shit out of me."

I burst out laughing, tilting my head back. "Oh, my God! That is bizarre!"

"I've hated fish ever since," he scrunched his nose, handing me the bottle.

"So, you're afraid of fish?" I asked him, which sounded even funnier when I said it out loud. The fact that someone is actually scared of fish is very funny and unreal.

"Hah, no. The only person I'm afraid of is myself. That fucker... he's crazy."

Okay, so I won't answer that one. Or even think about it, really.

So, I followed the rules and drank, already being affected by the consequences of the warm liquid. I'm very lightheaded when the alcohol is in question and that's why I don't do shots.

"Ha! You're Aquaman!" I said when I thought about it, laughing my ass off. He took the bottle from me, frowning in disgust.

"Don't call me that," he said, drifting into thoughts while I continued laughing. "Have you ever been in a relationship?"

Fuck, I didn't expect that one.

The thing with me and boys is, I haven't had the most sociable life in the past. My parents had an influence on me where I couldn't even look someone in the eyes without completely break down.

Since I moved into Foster Care, I have been working on collecting myself and communicating more. The first person who I experimented on was Sawyer and you can see how big of a success it ended up being.

I could feel the tension rising as we looked into each other's eyes, both waiting for words to come out of my mouth. "Never," I confessed, completely embarrassed.

"Have you ever been kissed?" he asked again, but his words came out blurry.

Blurry? Oh, my God, I want to eat blueberry muffins! I love them and they're so... blue.

"Yeah, I want to kiss you," I spat out, leaning my head against the window. Did I even know what just came out of my mouth? Nope, not a clue.

His eyes widened, but then he smirked with satisfaction.

He was drunk, I was drunk, those dwarfs in the corner of my room seemed drunk.

Anybody else?

"You want to kiss me?" he repeated my statement, this time genuinely smiling.

"You're just so sexy and I wanna kiss those plump lips," I said and put my head in his lap. He has a nice lap, perfect for napping.

Oh, my God! Is lap called lap because of napping in a lap? That makes so much sense!

He looked at me, but it was all weird. Did he seem surprised and happy?

"I'm cold," I blurted and he automatically took off his hoodie, handing it to me as I got up.

Bloody hell.

I couldn't help myself from staring into his bare chest, which looked like a Greek god statue, and his abs. The most perfect set of abs on this planet.

I pulled on his hoodie and smiled in return, words just not being able to make a statement.

"You're the most beautiful girl I ever saw," he suddenly announced, kissing the tip of my nose. My body stiffened and I looked him in the eyes.

"Nobody has ever told me that."

"I'm not nobody. I'm Draven, nice to meet you, beautiful," he said, offering me his hand.

"Why are you so nice to me?" I asked again, this time genuinely interested. Nobody has ever been nice to me because I'm never enough for people. They don't see me as a person, just an object. I'm the girl standing in a corner, but I don't have a soul.

"Because I like you, little rebel," he said, pressing his forehead against mine. "You are something else," says the master of being unique.

I felt my heart beating faster, threatening to jump out of my chest as my breathing became shallow.

Holy mother of dwarfs.

"Aquaman, I-"

He cut me off before I could say anything and kissed me, grabbing my waist. I held his face, letting out a soft moan.

"How bad can a good girl get?" he whispered against my lips, but I just kissed him harder, giving him no time or space to talk.

He groaned as he left a trace of kisses down my neck. I bit back a moan, grabbing his face once again and kissing him passionately.

His strong arms folded around me, protecting me, and his fresh scent filled up my lungs.

But then, I pulled away and looked into his emerald eyes.

"Until next time," I whispered, laying down in bed. He didn't say anything, but I felt his warm body behind mine and his firm arms holding me.

"Aquaboy," I told him in a whisper before I drifted into a deep sleep.

"My little rebel," his words echoed in my head as everything became distant.

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"What is going on here?!" I heard a female voice yell.

I fluttered my eyes open to find Mrs. Embers standing at my doors, arms folded on her chest.

It was already dark outside, so I guessed it was time for dinner.

Oh, my head. It was pounding! I could feel it literally exploding!

And then I remembered everything that had happened - the confession Draven and I had, sharing the embarrassing shit about our sex lives, and oh - we made out! Intensively.

Draven groaned behind me in protest, but his bare arms were still around my waist. And I hate to admit it, but it felt amazing.

No, I can't do this to myself, I can't think about him like that. We have only known each other for a few days and he would never like me in that way. We were just drunk.

"Draven, go in your room, now," Mrs. Embers warned him, glaring at us. He was laying still like she didn't say anything and I think he didn't even care. "Now!"

He groaned again, finally getting up. His hair was messy, falling on his forehead, but his body.

Fucking hell.

Before he left my room, he peeked behind the door with a smirk on his face. "Smile, little rebel. It's the second-best thing you can do with your lips."

Then he left, leaving me alone to think about what he had said and everything that has happened.

I don't smile often, and I have never had a crush, but all I did right now was smile.

Because I have never met anyone like him.

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