Ages:

Miki: 14

Laksha: 14

Laksha's POV

We were at my house again. Miki was staying till around 6pm, and we were the only two home. We'd changed out of our school uniforms. I was wearing a soft pyjama dress (I don't know what to call them, they are like oversized shirts but dresses). Miki was wearing black shorts and a red top. We could do anything, however, we are both really lazy people though, so we sat next to each other on the sofa on our phones, both of us crossed legged.

I opened Instagram to check my messages. I read through them a little, and looked at Miki. Her short brown hair circled her face, almost like a halo. I mean, she is an angel, after all. Her hazel eyes were focused on the screen in her hands. I gazed at her for a little longer, before leaving forward and kissing her on the head. Her hair felt soft. She reacted to the kiss nicely, moving a little closer to me and resting her head in my shoulder. I smiled, putting one arm around her back and shoulders.

We stayed like that for a little while. Till the video on Miki's screen finished. She locked her phone, turning her body a little to face me and snuggling into the crook of my neck. She curled up in the semi-circle my arm had formed, like a little cat (I almost wrote car 😂). I looked at her hands for some time, before reaching them and holding them. She intertwined her fingers with mine, and I kissed her pretty little head once more.

"Lakshaaa." Miki whined, finally speaking

"Yes?" I answered, our hands still together, my thumb rubbing the back of her hand

"I'm hungry. Get me food." She suddenly pouted, pulling her hand out of mine.

"Ok, I will." I got up, walking into the kitchen and looking for something to cook for my angel.

This is so random, and I don't know why I wrote this. It is half past 1am at the moment. This reminds me of something that happened to me, and I just felt like writing it so I wouldn't forget it.

Ok, baiiii ❤️