Obviously different from Fuckshit's case in this chapter as you'll soon find out, but this song is about not wanting to trade that certain person even for the world.
You really have to look at the video in an artsy sense in order to understand haha (Also just putting this out there, the video has some scenes of nudity)
Ashley woke up the next day, with the events from the night before still fresh in her mind.
She wondered if Fuckshit would even remember kissing her at all.
Ashley got up from her bed, got ready for the day, and hoped to find a chance to confront Fuckshit; until she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
She groaned as she took in the image of her neck being covered in hickeys, further reminding her that what went down last night with Fuckshit wasn't just a dream.
But with the magic of concealer, she covered up the bruises and headed over to the skate shop.
"Hey!" a woman called out. "What is your name?" she yelled, pulling Stevie by his ear and walking further into the shop towards the back where the boys were sitting.
Ray looked up surprised by the random lady yelling. "What the fuck?"
The woman got closer. "What is your name?" she repeated looking over to who was closest to her.
It was unfortunate, even embarrassing for her, really. The guys all pleaded he wouldn't reply.
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"Fuckshit," he answered nonchalantly, taking a sip from his can of iced tea.
The woman scoffed in disbelief. "Fuckshit?" she repeated "Jesus..."
The boys quietly chuckled at the dramatic woman. "Listen to me. You do not give my son alcohol."
Ray interjected, trying to calm the woman, who was clearly Stevie's mom, down. "Ma'am, ma'am..."
"...Bitch," Fuckshit corrected, making the lady angrier.
She pointed to the ground as Ashley walked into the store to discover the scene. "You do not give my son drugs. Do you understand me?" she declared.
Fuckshit tried to hide his smile from behind the iced can of tea next to his mouth but failed.
The lady glared at him. "It better be cool, Fuckhead or whatever the fuck your name is," she retorted. "Stay away from my son. He's not like you," she said as she looked around the group, grabbing Stevie by his arm as she dragged him away from the shop, glaring at Ashley along the way.
