she drew us stars - fuckshit x oc

chapter 3

*no ones pov:*

drowning in her own thoughts, willow was zoning in and out into the conversation, laughing at the stupid comments coming out of her friends mouth as they play 'would you rather'.

willow snapped out of her trance when fourth grade "what about, would you rather, suck your dads dick... or eat your mom out?". "what the fuck?!" ray asked with surprise in his voice "what?" ruben laughed.

"are you fucking serious right now... oh my god hahaha" willow hysterically laughed thinking about how fucking weird her friends are. "oh my gosh... what kind of conversation is this, bro? fuckshit!" ray laughed. "whats up?" he answered. willows stomach fluttered after hearing his voice. she furrowed her brows together; wondering why she reacted like that form hearing her best friends voice but brushed to off to hear the rest of the entertaining conversation.

ray simply asked, "would you rather suck your dads dick, or eat your mom out?". "you would suck your dads dick, right? that's not a weird answer" fourthgrade quickly said, trying to back up his stupid question. "uhh fuck no i'm not going anywhere near my dads dick unless it's to cut it off dude!" willow said with a sassy attitude. the boys cracked the fuck up and ruben almost pissed his pants - everyone in that group made jokes about their trauma so this was normal and they always thought the girl was one of the funniest in the group... hence the hysterical laughing.

"shut the fuck up fourth grade, shut the fuck up!" fuckshit yelled. "life or death man, come on" ray interrupted. willow raised her eye brows at fuckshit, awaiting for his answer. "whatever i'm doing i'm drugging one of them motherfuckers. i'm not gonna say who, but i'm drug them motherfuckers, till they sleep." fuckshit dragged on.

"your gonna rape your parents?" fourth grade exclaimed in confusion. "huh?" fuckshit asked. 'clueless... this dude is dumber than i thought huh?' willow thought. "that's like... that's rape." "i'd rather rape one of my parents than to consciously..." fuckshit stopped and pressed his lips together after the very controversial statement he just yelled across motors, not thinking about the customer two feet away from him.

"yo what the fuck" willow laughed. "i'm not tripping. life or death. life or death. fuck it i just taped my parents... or one of them". fuckshit pointed. the group absolutely pissed themselves laughing and with tears in her eyes as she cackled, willow looked over to the shirts section and noticed the blue eyes boy from the other day, chuckling on with the odd convo.

"aye for real i'm never coming back here again" the customer said as he tested out his new board. "wow yall n***** scaring off customers". fuckshit chuckled. "this is not an accurate representation of what we usually talk about" ray said trying to sway the customer to come back. fuckshit then came back with "y'all are bad for business my n****".

"is there any way you could just, forget i even asked?" fourth grade said a bit softer out of embarrassment. "absolutely not baby boy this shit is fucking funny as hell" willow said, still laughing. "ayo star who you calling baby? you know you don't want that dumb ass white boy over there!" fuckshit said as he walked over and sat on the couch between ruben and willow, snaking his arm around her shoulder and pulling her in - this was a common thing for willow as she was very affectionate with her friends but it was mostly her and fuckshit; she felt the butterflies again but tried to push them away.

"baby i call everyone that silly name, don't get pressed - but i can like whoever i want" willow said smoothly, leaning towards fuckshit right up to his face and winking.

*time skip -

willows head was rest on fuckshits chest while the crew watched skate tapes on the tv. "yo these n***** are in paris, eating nice dinners, staying at nice hotels" ray said, captivated by the tape. "i've been to france before, them n***** are assholes" fuckshit said with an attitude. "my seventh grade english teacher was french - biggest bitch i've met in a while". willow mumbled into fuckshits chest. "yeah but you went with your parents, imagine if that was us... and man star what the fuck do you expect english teachers are all assholes" ray said with a small laugh, still hypnotised by the skating videos. ruben stared at the screen in awe from the floor and forth grade from the couch. it's something they all wanted to do but never thought they could. skating was everything.

authors note:
sorry for the two chapters, it's a big scene. i really underestimated how much effort it is to write these chapters but the satisfaction of publishing them is so worth the effort! thanks for the feedback! xx