Nov 24, 2013
heartbreaker;; preston+angela
Preston knew this wasn't right. He knew he was a fuck up, an asshole. An ungrateful prick. It wasn't going to stop though, and he wasn't going to change. Angela was going to need to accept that. He walked into the house after another night of partying -- another night of doing things he felt like he regretted at the pit of his stomach, but pushed aside for the pleasure of actually doing them. He was drunk and just moving through it like he had done nothing wrong. The drunk boy walked into the living room to see his girlfriend laying on the couch, and smirked a bit. "Hey there beautiful." He said quietly and walked over to her, sitting down on edge of the couch as he grazed her bare legs.
