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(y/n)'s POV
I could feel someone lightly shaking my shoulder, but the heaviness of my eyelids was making it difficult to acknowledge their attempts at getting me up, "(y/n)," My name was softly whispered close to my ear, the cold breath of this person fanned my cheek, "You're drooling." He whispered again.

I immediately shot up, feeling embarrassed if what he said was true. The paper I had been drawing on with Ahsoka was stuck to my cheek - thanks to the excessive drool, "Oh no." I grabbed the paper and peeled it off my face with a grimace.

"That's so attractive," Anakin teased, and I turned my gaze to see him bending down next to me. Ahsoka was already asleep in her bed behind him.

After Ahsoka interrupted our almost kiss earlier, she brought me up here to show me her collection of toys. After we got through about half of them, she suggested that we drink tea and draw together, that's the last thing I can remember.

I embarrassingly wiped my cheek with my sleeve,
"I must've fallen asleep mid-draw," I glanced down at the half completed—I want to say horse but it's more like a blob with triangles for ears. I am far from being artistically skilled, even Ahsoka's turned out better.

"Did you drink the tea?" He asked gesturing to the small pot in the middle of the table. I nodded and realization crossed his features. She drugged me, "It's infused with her anxiety medication since she doesn't like pills, and it can make you drowsy." He stood up and held his hand out to me, which I accepted.

"Are you saying your sister drugged me?" I asked with a chuckle. Thankfully Anakin was holding me up right now since I was mildly dizzy.

He nodded with an apologetic smile, "Sort of. To her it's just sleep-time medicine, she doesn't entirely understand what she needs it for. And she probably let you have some because she didn't want you to leave, since she knows she's not supposed to share it." He sighed as he glanced over to her sleeping figure. She looked adorable as the Princess-like lights that hung around her canopy illuminated her soft features.

"She probably enjoys the company of a girl," I implied.

His eyes lingered on her for a moment, clear adoration and love in his gaze, until he finally looked at me with a soft smile, "Do you have a curfew? My brother is going to be another hour or so, but I can take you home now if—"

I shook my head. One of the benefits of having your parent work graveyard shifts is that they're not around to enforce a curfew, "I don't have a curfew, and I wouldn't want you to wake her up either - I don't mind staying longer."

His smile grew, "Come with me, let's get whatever the hell is on your face, off."

"It's paint I think," I told him while he pulled me out of the room and I ran my free hand along my left cheek, feeling the thick line of dried paint.

"We don't have paint, she just likes to experiment. It doesn't burn right?" He asked with a raised brow as he brought me into his bathroom.

I shook my head, "No, but now you're making me nervous."

He chuckled as he grabbed a black rag and ran it under the sink water, "As long as it doesn't burn then you should be fine." He wrung the cloth, before facing me.

He cupped my face with his left palm to hold me in place while he used his right hand to gently place the warm rag on my cheek, making me shiver at the sudden temperature difference.

"Thank you," I mumbled in a tired tone.

"Yeah," He nodded, "So what is it that you were trying to draw anyway?" He asked. I saw the corner of his lips tug like he wanted to laugh at my lack of artistic skills.

"Well," I sighed, embarrassed, "It was supposed to be a horse."

He paused as he let out a laugh that echoed along the walls of the medium sized bathroom. I scowled at him, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh. That's just not the answer I expected. I thought you were just drawing shapes or something."

I rolled my eyes, "Not everyone is artistically inclined Anakin."

"I am," He informed me of something I already knew, not that he knew that though, "I'll draw you something sometime." He offered as he tilted my head to the side for me and wiped along my jawline.

"Are you sure it's worth your time?" I raised a brow, remembering what Ahsoka told me about Anakin not wanting to draw for girls because he believed they weren't worth his time.

He smiled as he looked away from my cheek and met my gaze, "Of course it is, I'll even draw a portrait of you if you'd like." He offered before going back to roughly wiping Ahsoka's concoction from my cheek.

"I'd love that," The one of his mom was so well done. I'm actually getting myself excited to see one of myself, "But you have to do it when I'm not around," I insisted, causing his brows to furrow in confusion, until I clarified, "I want you to go off of memory, so I can see how you actually see me."

"Challenge accepted," He grinned, shifting his eyes to meet mine, but only for a moment, then his attention went back to my face, "I'm almost done by the way, but you're going to have a faded blue line on your face for a day or two, it may have dyed your skin." He chuckled as he wet the cloth more and brought it back to my cheek.

I nodded, not feeling bothered by it. I had a good day with the kid - I liked her more than I thought I would and really it could've been worse. Her concoction could have burned my skin off, and it didn't so I call this a win.

"So," I decided to question him on something that's been lingering on my mind, "What is a charming guy like you doing single? Has there ever been anyone; like a girlfriend?"

He removed the rag and tossed it into the sink - signaling that he was done, "Yes, once. She was my first girlfriend, first love - first everything actually."

Sounds kind of like what Clovis was to me - he was my first everything, even kiss. As long as you don't count the kiss I had when I was five with some boy who used to live next door.

"Can I ask what happened?" I tilted my head curiously.

"Yeah," He shrugged as he leaned his back on the sink and folded his arms, "We started dating when I was a freshman and she was a sophomore. We stayed together through-out most of high school, then she dumped me about a year ago when I was.. on vacation." He smirked, "Making our relationship lasting around - two years I want to say. Possibly less."

"Oh, is it because you were there that she broke up with you?" Now that he's out, would she eventually come back?

He shook his head, "No, the vacation thing didn't bother her like you would think. I mean she was sad obviously, but that's not the reason she ended it. It was because she grew to learn that her and I had something in common."

I furrowed my brows in confusion, "Like what?" I always thought that common interests brought people together, not push them apart.

He chuckled, finding whatever it was humorous, "Well it turns out that we both like women."

My jaw practically hit the floor - except for that kind of common interest, "Oh my god, are you talking about Padme?"

"Yup, but we're still friends though as you've noticed - there's no bad blood or awkwardness." He shrugged casually - not seeming to be bothered by it anymore, "I mean I was sad at first - that's not really something you expect to read in a letter from your girlfriend. But I was never angry or bitter towards her, I understood that it is what it is and moved on from it."

I was still standing there surprised with my mouth slightly agape, that information was not something that I expected, "And you haven't had a girlfriend since?"

"No, I haven't really been out long enough," He sighed - pushing himself off of the counter, "Come on, let's go to the living room instead of standing in this cold bathroom."

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"No way, you turned it on," I exclaimed in excitement as I dropped to me knees in front of the fireplace, and watched the flames dance along the log. I probably look like a child seeing fire for the first time—scratch that, a caveman seeing fire for the first time.

Anakin chuckled behind me and I saw him sit down next to me from my peripheral vision, "Yeah, I figured you'd want to see it by the amount of times you stared at it coming through the door."

"Well you were correct," I sat cross-legged and enjoyed the warmth radiating from the flames.

We sat in a comfortable silence, until finally Anakin spoke, "So how long were you with Clovis?" He asked. I felt his shoulder touching mine, letting me know that he had gotten closer.

I sighed quietly, pushing away the annoying feeling the mention of my ex brings, "About three years, we were lab partners in freshman year and he asked me on a date during the very first week of classes. Then we remained together until about a week ago." I shrugged, the memory still hurts, but it has dulled since day one.

"Was he your first love?" He questioned curiously,

I nodded, looking away from the warm flames and meeting his curious eyes. Although I could still see a bit of reflection from the flames in them, "First everything, luckily not my last though - the longer we stay broken up, the more I realize how shitty of a boyfriend he was." And a huge thanks to Josie for shining a light on most of the incidents. I was too infatuated to take notice to list of them.

"What exactly made him shitty?"

Where the hell do I even begin? "Well, not only has he forgotten my birthday nearly every year, he forgot our anniversaries, he told everyone when we—" I paused hoping I wasn't releasing too much information that may bother him - seeing as it's obvious he has a crush on me. But the look in his eyes told me he wasn't bothered at all; just curious, "You know, for the first time. He ditched me on prom night a few months ago, and I'm fully convinced he was cheating with Celeste. He hardly remembered any plans or obligations we made—leaving me stranded. He wasn't always the nicest person, to me or to really anyone. I also don't like how I fell into the trap of molding my entire future around him, instead of us being equal and building something together that benefits us both."

Well I guess that last one was also my fault for allowing it to happen, stupidly. But still, he could've at least tried to take my wants into consideration, instead of expecting me to bend to his every wish.

Anakin shook his head with a snort, "Well I can definitely see why Josie was ready to fight him."He smiled in an effort to lighten up the mood.

I smiled back, "Josie is ready to fight everyone."

Speaking of my best friend, I was starting to miss her - but she's been busy with work and she claimed she's been talking to someone lately, although she hasn't told me who yet. She says she's merely testing the waters before telling people and getting her hopes up.

Anakin pushed his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he looked down, and picked at the fibers of the carpet, "You know, you're not what I thought you'd be." He whispered low, almost to the point to where I couldn't hear him.

I furrowed my brows, "What do you mean by that?"

"Well if I'm being honest, I guess I expected you to be more square," Square is what we call people who are pretty much the opposite of greasers. They hold their heads high and think they're better than most, they're very traditional, rude, preppy, and boring rule followers. I grew up in a decent area of course, but I wouldn't call myself a square. I feel like I'm more in the middle, neutral ground, "But you're actually sweet, funny, down to earth, and a borderline daredevil. I can't think of a single square who would have gotten on the back of a juveniles motorcycle." He smiled proudly at me, "Or kiss me in public to make their ex jealous."

"In my defense, I didn't know you were a juvenile." Though I doubt it would have altered my decision that day at the beach when I left with him, "And if that's how you expected me to be, then why the chase?"

His fingers that were once picking at the carpet, now froze as he paused at my question, "Um," He cleared his throat, before looking up at me and grinning, "I thought you were beautiful, so I figured I'd take my chances and hope for the best."

I smiled, feeling the familiar burning on my cheeks, but it was now dark in the living room with only the fire giving off light, so I doubt he would notice, "Well I could say the same exact thing about you."

"Oh so you think I'm beautiful?" He questioned arrogantly and I didn't even need to look at him to know that he was holding a cocky smirk.

He knew he was handsome, his angel-like features no doubt makes girls weak in the knees with a simple glance, "Well If I'm being totally honest," I broke the small silence that was only filled with the crackling of the fire, "I think you have the face of an angel." I complimented him while doing my best to avoid his stare that I could feel burning into me.

"I've never heard that one before." He uttered quietly.

I shrugged, "I've never said it before."

I kept my gaze on the fire, feeling slightly nervous over the topic. I've never really complimented anyone like, not even Clovis. But that's exactly how I would describe Anakin; angelic.

I felt his hand brushing next to mine that was resting on the carpet, until he finally grabbed it and locked our fingers together. I lifted my gaze up slowly and met his eyes that were already peering down at me.

He smiled at me like I was the only girl in the world, "I'm glad I met you, I needed someone like you around to make things better after the hell I've been through."

I tightened my hold on his hand and smiled back, "I feel the same way."

This spontaneous friendship is the one thing that really took the hurt away. The shattered cracks left by Clovis were slowly being glued back together and it was all thanks to this angel.

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