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"Alcohol, Cigarettes, and Sex won't get rid of the bitterness in your life."
"Sugar," he loved the way her skin throbbed beneath his touch. "How else would my life be sweet?"
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ʟᴇᴛ's sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ
𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 - 𝑬𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉, 𝑨𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏
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"Ladies first." Lance joked as he pushed the door of the small cafe open. He smiled when she giggled and got inside quickly after her. Surprisingly, it wasn't as crowded as the last time he came. It was just a guy with dark blue and white dyed hair that sat at a corner. He reminded him of Ace.
They got to the counter and he returned the glare the female barista gave him.
"What would you like to have?" she asked, smiling sweetly at Sugar who returned the same smile with a great enthusiasm.
"I'll have a strawberry flavored coffee." she smiled and the woman nodded and shifted her gaze to Lance.
"Doppio." he requested in a blank stare and she also nodded. He watched in irritation as the barista snatched Sugar's credit card greedily before returning it with a wide smile.
"You order will be ready in five minutes." she stated and Lance turned around immediately. They both sat down at a far end behind the wall and waited in silence. Lance especially felt awkward and Sugar just swung both of her legs, occasionally smiling at him.
Soon their coffee was placed on their table and Sugar wasted no time in wolfing her drink down, smoking hot. He stared in shock and bent his head, stirring his coffee lightly.
"Ahh... Coffee is life." she commented and he snorted, taking a sip. He always loved his, black, especially when it was cold.
"So...," she drew her word and he raised an eyebrow. "How was it like living with your stepdad?" she asked and he almost chocked on the liquid he was about to swallow.
He pictured his stepfather forcing him to smoke a cigarette in front of his junkie friends. How he cried, begging that he didn't want to but he got a painful shove instead and crashed into the beer bottles that littered around.
He looked down at his coffee, avoiding her curious blue eyes.
"How do you want to be superior in the future if you're gonna cry and beg?" his stepfather had asked. He laid there on the ground, staring at them with more tears pouring. He hated it there. He wished he could live with kind Mr Oliver.
"I don't wanna talk about it." he clipped still not staring at her.
"I understand. I also wish I had a happy life." he lifted his head to stare at her with curiosity. She looked sad, really sad. He hated it. "Being the first child, I'm supposed to be strong enough to take over. I was born a runt. A disappointment. Different."
