Intoxicated, I Love You. [Troyler]

Introduction.

There has always been something so majestic in doing the wrong thing. The way it teases you, dangles in front of your face with an aura, practically screaming for you to finally give in. I couldn't pinpoint if it was the fight for it or the experience itself or simply a mixture between the two. All I can tell you is how it makes you feel so alive, participating in such forbidden activities, dancing with the devil if you will. It just numbs you to the real world and gives you this sort of rush, adrenaline in your veins that seems to never calm. Nobody ever tells you about these things, the beginning affects, the unbelievable high you knew would be there, the one you were searching for. They just tell you about the side effects, the "downsides." They make sure you know to stay away from these bad things at all costs.

But then again; maybe not all the wrong things. They always fail to mention to stay away from the boy with piercing blue eyes, outrageously bright hair, and a whiskey sour wrapped in his hand. They always fail to tell you the escape route for when you get addicted to something you don't inhale, you don't snort, you don't swallow. Maybe I should have stayed away from the wrong things, the alcohol, because then I wouldn't have been led to this forbidden man who was solely my best friend on a lonely night.

Are all addictions a dreadful thing or could this one possibly turn out to be acceptable, exceptional even?

hi, i'm abby. sorry this is so short but it's only a little intro. also, the only warning for this fic is for smut and there's a lot of it so if you're not a fan of that i just wouldn't bother with this. thank you for reading and feedback is super appreciated. ok, enjoy!

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