Blue irises lit with kerosene and the chemicals swirling in his brain, when you’re constantly high – the world becomes a game, something out of fiction, when you’re floating high – the concept of doing damage or feeling damage is nothing more then a far away reality – not graspable between his slender fingers. So when ice drips in warning from Peyton’s tone, it only allows the cheshire grin donning his mouth to grow bigger. “C’mon P – you gotta have a butt buddy now that the only guy who was sticking it in you regular is six feet underground.”
peyton frowned for just a second, before realizing that the last thing she needed to do was take him seriously. “what makes you think he was the only one?” she cocked her head to the side, letting a small smile play on her lips, as if the thought of the secret burned inside of her. of course, there was no burning, and there was no secret, but he need not know. “anyway, if i needed a butt buddy, you’d be pretty low on the list.”
