The city outside was quiet. Almost like it was empty of personality and emotion, filled with the normal, boring, mundane robots. Brainwashed by society and tainted by reality.

She felt herself sink lower into the hole she dug for herself. The whispered on the train and the shaking if heads told her that she was a disappointment.

But she didn't care. At least until now.

Everything was falling apart around her. She got fired from her job, her crush was dating some girl, she had no one. Her friends seemed disinterested.

At least she can count on one person to make her feel all better. Scott. He was the most amazing person, funny, honest and cute. It was a shame he was wasting his time with her. But he was, never less. The pillow talks were her favorite. He was just so comfortable, he felt like home.

She hurried up the stairs, hug gi her coat around her body to gather warmth.

Her knuckled racked against the hard wood of his apartment door. And as she expected, he opened the door surprised.

She memorized the schedule of Scott's roommates and knew that Louis was probably out at this time. Probably stealing a smoothie machine again.

"Wha—?" He asked but was cut off with her pushing him back against the wall.

Her foot closed the door behind her as she pressed her lips against his. He responded, kissing back and moving his lips in sync with hers. Their rhythm was rocky and urgent.

"What are—" he tried to ask between the kiss.

"Shhhh." She shushed. Reconnected her lips to his, she shut his mouth.

Dropping her coat on the nearby stool, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her over to the shitty couch. Her fingers fumbled to unbutton his shirt as his hands found its way in her hair, tangling his fingers with her h/c locks.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, concerned as she planted kisses against his jawline.

She pressed her palm against his groin, causing him to groan. "Don't think, Butter Scotch." She whispered sends goosebumps down his spine. "Just feel."

His shirt was thrown some where on the couch as she climbed above him. Tracing his chest with her finger, she kissed his Adam's apple. She felt ice, while he was fire. Her cold fingers sent shivers and scared him a little, knowing her touch could do theses things to him.

It took all his strength to pin her wandering hands above her. He met her eye steadily. She challenged his dominance, smirking mischievously like she knew what she did and how hard it was for him to not give in to his urges.

Her plain graphic tee hung, messily, off her shoulders, matching her messy pony tail. Somehow still looking hot, she waited for his next move.

"What's wrong?" He asked, calmly.

Her smirk was dropped instantly. "Why do you care?" She retorted, coldly.

He let go of her, raking his fingers through his hair. "Y/N... I can't do this. You can't do this."

"Do what?" She asked, frowning.

"You can't just come in here, all hot and expect us to make out without me falling for you." He blurted out, frustrated. "Especially if you stay after, still hot, and talk like its the most comfortable thing."

"That's how we agreed to do things." She objected. "No feelings, no attachments."

"I can't help it!" He said, "I wonder things, you know."

She was silent.

"Not you too." She said, glumly.

"Too?" He asked, surprised. He wondered if there were other before him that had called for her as he did.

"I had a horrible day, I just want a stress relief." She said, shaking her head.

"Stress relief?" He said, raising his voice a little.

"I thought there was no feelings." She said, quietly. "I didn't know you felt that way."

"Didn't know— Of course I feel this way, how can't I?" He wanted to scream, he wanted to pull all his hair out and beat some one up.

"Scott..." Her eyes were glassy, almost leaking her tears. "I-I... I don't know."

His heart softened. "You don't have to know. We could go on a couple dates and then you can decided." He reasoned. "I'm not asking for you to decide. I fell for you and I might wait here for you, forever."

She looked out the open window to the poor neighborhood below.

"You won't regret it." He persuaded. "You won't waste your time—"

"You're going to waste your time." She interrupted. "Once you realize what I complete fuck-up I am. You're going to leave. You're going to realize you could do so much better."

"But better don't make me feel the way you do." Scott argued. "I stayed with you for 3 months after I realize my feelings. I haven't left yet."

"Yet." She pointed out.

"Please?" He tried to make puppy eyes.

She laughed at his failed attempt. Smiling sadly, she met his hazel eyes. "Alright."

He jumped up, fist-pumping the air while she laughed at his childishness.

Scott grinned at her and picked her up and hugged her tightly.

She smiled a little, them whispering in his ear "Don't hurt me please."

He melted a little. "I won't."