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@cameron-dare
"Can’t you see I’m trying to enjoy my cigarette? Your voice is interrupting it."
"Well someone's feeling like a bitch today. Time of the month or not getting enough dick?"
Are we? Are we...
Miles slowly blinked, turning his head lazily back to the boy before handing back the blunt to him - “What?” He asked before gasping at the mention of chips and as if right on cue, his stomach growled, “Man - I’m needing a pizza, fajitas and cookie dough ice cream I’m starved - we should get some food.”
"Now, I'm starving bro. Maybe we should raid the fridge. It's not like I know who's party we're at anyways."
'I'm a failure,' he said. So I got him a golden star, pinned it on his chest and told him: Yes you are. I think he cried all the way home.
"What a pussy bro. Got another story?"
seancalloway:
I think it’s time to raise a little hell— just a little. Wanna help?
"Depends, how much hell we talkin' about?"
Sofia smiled, biting down on her lip nervously as he told her about how he understood what that was all like. It was almost too good to be true, but Sofia liked to think the best of people. “I guess it would, then. Not that I don’t like to have fun. I just…have lost control before and I don’t want to ever feel like that again. It’s been hard, but…I do want to start over and be more care free.” She admitted, bushing.
Sofia began to gather her books in her arms and smiled, genuinely. “Four o’clock sound okay? I have to study and do a few things beforehand. You sure you want to enter the realm of bible study? Once you go, everyone will sort of think you’re a jesus freak bible thumper like they think of me. Last call for not committing social suicide,” Sofia joked, shaking her head.
Looking down at his book, he smiled at her words. "So you used to be a little bad girl, huh?"
He let out a soft laugh at her concern - there was no way anyone would think he was a Jesus freak and he knew that, but it would get people talking about him, and that was something he couldn't deny. "I'd commit social suicide a thousand times for the Lord. Plus, I'd be with you, so I wouldn't really care what others would say."
Miles ran a hand down his face, groaning before bursting out laughing. “I am not” He protested but Miles was pretty sure he looked like shit. Looking up at the boy, Miles took the blunt from him, taking a drag and holding in the smoke before slowly blowing it out. He coughed a little but Miles had done this enough times now to at least know a bit of what to do whilst smoking. He leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes, “Fuck it - I’m chilled.”
Cameron just nodded and smiled at the boy's protest. "What do you think about-" he started, but was distracted by the smoke the kid had blown out. Wisps of silver grey smoke curled and danced its way through the thick, hazy air, constantly changing its form with no set pattern. The smoke lingered for a while before vanishing completely. "Huh?" Cameron responded, shrugging off the trance he had gone into; he had completely forgotten he was saying something before. "You know what would be awesome right now?" Cameron sniffed, "Chips."
A goofy smile suddenly crossed Miles’ lips. The conversation all that amusing at all but it was so hard to keep a straight face when he was finding almost everything completely hilarious; “Hmm?” He asked the other, noticing he wasn’t entirely listening.
Looking around the couch he was sitting on, the group of people around them smoking and talking were just background noise. He took a strong pull from the joint, letting the smoke fill his lungs, before he burst out coughing; the smoke shooting out from between his lips - where the fuck were Landon and Thomas? He wondered holding out the joint to the kid next to him - fuck it, he was too stoned to care.
When he didn't feel the kid next to him take the blunt from his hands, he shrugged and took another hit. That's when the kid looked over at him questioningly and he broke into a laugh that was cut short by another cough. "Dude. You look blasted," he laughed, holding the blunt out to him.
I wanna feel you, I want it all.
Baby, I want to touch you, I wanna breathe into your will. See, I'm gonna hunt you, I gotta bring you to my hell. Baby, I wanna fuck you, I wanna feel you in my bones.
I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna tear into your soul.
Honey, I wanna break you, I wanna throw you to the hounds.
I gotta hurt you, I gotta hear it from your mouth.
I wanna taste you, I wanna skin you with my tongue.
I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna lay you in the ground.
Sofia smiled, her emerald eyes shining as she look at this boy that had actually taken an interest in her. “My parents are the people that people care about. They own art galleries all over the place. My mother was a past model…I mean, they’re the ones people want to know. I’m just their daughter…I’m just sort of a nerd. I rather read than…than go out and party. And do extra credit work on the weekends.” She looked down, as if ashamed. “Oh, it’s tomorrow, actually. You…really want to go?”
"Really!?" He beamed, placing his shoulders on the table and leaning in. "That's interesting, my parents are actually very well known too, they're into- uh- big business stuff. It's hard to keep up with expectations that high, but I'm sure you understand that," He said with enough confidence to mask the lie, "I guess that would make both of us nerds, huh?"
"Of course I want to go, what time should I get you?"
With a raised brow she grinned, sitting upright to lean forward so that their lips were within an inch of brushing together, her eyes locking with his before she grinned and pressed her lips to his jawline. You know I think I’ll pass but uh, good to know Dare.
Cameron lifted his eye brow as he saw Dakota lean in; his arousal for her becoming more evident the closer she got to his face. He closed his eyes as soon as her lips met his jawline, sending blood rushing throughout his body. When she spoke, he looked down and let out a laugh that sounded more like a sigh.
"You know- it's a bad thing- what you're doing here."
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"Good answer, Dare. You’re learning. And no, not at all, I rather enjoy them." pushing his shoulder lightly, Frankie pressed her lips together with a smile, her eyes lingering on his for a while longer. "Definitely, I can’t stand this place anymore. Let me just get my purse." She told him, taking a few steps back before making her way into the living room and coming back shortly after.
"Learning?" Cameron laughed, then smirked as her hand nudged him. "You and me both," he responded, gesturing towards the door before she turned to go back in.
Cameron was already standing by his car door, holding the door open for Frankie when she had returned, "After you."
Sofia smiled, still blushing as she looked down. A date? She hadn’t been on a date, or even interested in a guy, since Daniel."…I…A d-date?" She asked, timidly. "I’m…I haven’t been on a date since…” She sighed and smiled at him, shrugging. “There’s not much to me…I just am not that interesting at all..” She said, shyly. “I’m really just…no one.”
As Sofia stuttered on her words, Cameron raised his eye brow anticipating her reaction. When she shrugged, he didn't care to dwell on the subject or sit around having to hear any boy drama she might be involved in.
"Well I highly doubt that's true, but it's okay, you can tell me about yourself whenever you feel ready to. When's the next bible study?"
Fall comes a loaded gun Black ties for everyone Can you read my mind
White stones of hollow eyes Death comes you better hide Never rest in town Fall in my arms again Full moon on a rotten night Eighteen and a wind came by Not a soul around Fall in my arms again I'm scared of the dark my friends What do you fear, my love?
Your soul it will float like a dove Your words they will scream out our love Your lips they will stutter with flavor You can't shake the taste of the blood Hold on you're breaking up
Because All Suffering Is Sweet To Me
Another tear slid down Eve’s cheeks as she sniffled. Her perfect blue eyes were flecked with red; puffy from all the tears. Everything around her was all wrong. These people, the places, everyone’s style - she was different. It was like the four walls around her were closing in. Eve was suffocating from the air running through her lungs. The mere thought of breathing the same air as these people was torture enough. That was the last straw, and it wasn’t a hard decision. People treated her like she was the shit stain of the Earth. There was only one way out of this shitty place. Leave.
Tears streamed down her face as she threw her shit into one suitcase. Vowing never to return to such a fucked up universe. Eve was the black sheep while everyone else was a shiny, perfect white sheep. Everything about it was bullshit. Enough was enough. A stream of black invaded her suitcase, all crammed together, wrinkled beyond believe. There wasn’t anything that Eve couldn’t fit in that one suitcase. It was a defense mechanism just in case she wanted to ditch. Finally, it was time, and there was nothing stopping her from running away. Her problems weren’t important to those around her; no one ever even had the time of day for her. What was left was nothing.
There was nowhere to turn.
Breathing deeply, she slammed the suitcase shut; a metaphor to how much things were going to change. There was just something about tonight that made her feel great. With the suitcase packed - she left. As quietly as she possibly could. Until, of course, she got her overly large suitcase out the door. It contained her entire life. Eve was so adamant about leaving she didn’t think it through. There was no way she was getting out of this shithole without some form of transportation. Suitcase trailing awkwardly behind her, she walked, a blank expression painting her face.
“Shit," Eve’s stomped her foot hard, kicking rocks, pissed at herself. How was she ever going to leave? Sighing, she decided just to walk; waiting for anyone to show up and help. Seeing as she was a damsel in distress. Of course, Eve had some shitty luck, and the road seemed to be deserted. Thunder clapped in the distance causing her heart to sink into her stomach. No wonder everything was dead tonight. Everyone was inside having a grand old time while she could barely breathe. Typical. Stomping along small droplets of rain slipped down her face.
And so it began.
As he made his way up the steps and out of Penn Station, the cold breeze began to settle in and Cameron buried his hands into his pockets, frustrated for having forgotten to wear gloves. The snow found its way from the gloomy skies and traveled through and around the enormous sky scrapers that New York provided. Weather alert warnings were playing on almost every television he walked by, but it was nothing but mere background noise to him. There were something about storms that drove a strange comfort in him and this one was no different.
The streets of New York were seemingly quiet around this time, and the few people that were out, were in a rush to get to their homes or doing last minute shopping for preparation; Cameron didn't fall into either category, instead he was indulging in the quiet, empty streets, and the sudden claps of thunder.
Taking slow strides along the street, he noticed a girl filled with despair kicking rocks ahead of him. It wasn't until she turned and started walking in his direction that his heart sank - it was Eve Andrews. His eyes widened and he turned his back to her, walking quicker now. He cussed under his breath - had she seen him? He looked down, trying to avoid her, but something told him that it was too late.