The King

My names Easton, but you already know that. 18, Senior and ready to get the hell out.

[abandonopulence]

It ought not to be, I hear sex with me is great.

[easton-anderson]

Who's told you?

[abandonopulence]

Because stating it like that doesn’t like a chore or anything.

[easton-anderson]

Never a chore with you. 

[abandonopulence]

I have plenty of them. Make it worth my while babe. Otherwise — game over.

[easton-anderson]

Sex?

[abandonopulence]

I have the same issue with Cameron. The boy needs to back the hell off. Sounds like your mom does too.

[easton-anderson]

Hell of a goodnight.

[abandonopulence]

I have the same issue with Cameron. The boy needs to back the hell off. Sounds like your mom does too.

[easton-anderson]

Come bust me out, gorgeous?

[abandonopulence]

I’ll be sure to buy a sexy nurses costume.

[easton-anderson]

Single fucking shot, and my mom lost her mind. 

[easton-anderson]

you know what sucks? Rehab again.

[abandonopulence]

Opening the present she gushed as well as a hungover and slightly high person could. “It gorgeous.” She smiled as she wrapped her arm around the boys waist pulling herself closer to him.

[easton-anderson]

E grinned. "Had to be pretty enough for queen." He smirked, looking at her. "Stay here till morning."

[abandonopulence]

If I had’ve thought this gift giving thing through I would’ve brought yours over, but you’ll just have to suffice with me.

[easton-anderson]

I'll deal

Merry Christmas Gorgeous.

[abandonopulence]

You suppose or you will?

[easton-anderson]

Eh... I think I can give you this one 

[abandonopulence]

You know, I’m not really tired.

[easton-anderson]

I suppose I could give you a gift early.. 

[easton-anderson]

Santa Easton has finally finished wrapping gifts. Sleep time? 

[thebadasslauren-blog]

I think you need to lay down.

[easton-anderson]

I;ve been

[easton-anderson]

Like the flu?

Unfortunately.

[abandonopulence]

Bad day?

[easton-anderson]

I think I'm getting sick.

[easton-anderson]

I feel like honest shit.

[abandonopulence]

"I’m exactly like this." Breanna mumbled looking out the window and into the city centre, "Maybe you just don’t know me." She retorted bitterly pissed off that she wasn’t as drunk as she’d been the previous couple nights. "Learn a thing or two from the re — rehab councellors?" She stammered annoyed at the psychologist like way he was speaking to her. Like a someone that had snapped and gone off the wire. Someone like her. “I’m fine. Dandy even.”

[easton-anderson]

"Liar liar pants on fire." He teased lightly, looking over at her. "I know what you're doing. You're trying to feel good again." He stated simply, staring at the road as he drove. "You're trying to stop the pain, burn it away. Because something happened, something finally did you in. Trust me, I know. You're not going to be some useless rehab wench. I'm not going to let you. You're better than that."