15 going on 30(Stand By me)

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"Lila.. don't mention his life.. ever" Gordie said when Chris turned the corner.

"I didn't do shit" I said.

"You did though" Gordie said.

"I fought back Gordie.. i didn't do ANYTHING"

Gordie rolled his eyes and than walked home.

i scoffed, and walked towards my own house. I walked fast. I wanted to just go inside, and smoke a pack.

4 hours later: 8:38 pm

I say bored in my room, no one home, no one to hang out with. No one.

I smoked a pack, drank a bottle of vodka, and have listened to music.

i was bored. so freaking bored.

I layed on my floor, doing nothing, just laying there.

"Fucking hell" I said out-loud.

I was in jean shorts, and a bra, i put on a tank and a jacket. Climbed out my window, and left.

Walked down the streets, like i've done all summer.

Bored out of my mind.

Than i saw Chris. Walking to. He was on the other side of the street, walking the same way as me.

I didn't say a word, hoping he wouldn't notice i walked a bit faster.

"The whore herself" Chris yells.

"I'm no whore" I yelled back "how's your hand"

"playing nurse now are we?" Chris said walking over.

"Get away from the me" I said.

"You wish"

Chris and i walked right next to eachother.

"You need something Chambers"

"Just for you to stop acting like your part of my friend group. Only reason they keep you around is cause they like you"

I stared at him shocked..

"That's right babe. None of them really like you, they just have a crush on you. Now i'm decent enough to actually tell you.. your not wanted, none of us like you.. so go back to your perfect little life babe"

"Oh you fucking wish"

We rounded a corner.

"That right theres my house" Chris said.

it was a one story, grey house, it looked like the lawn hadn't been mowed in months, and there was trash scattered everywhere.

"Your house?"

"Wanna come in princess"

"Why not" I said.

i was bored, i wanted to really see his life, i wanted to dig deep to see what his family life is like. plus he didn't like me what do ever, so i knew nothing would happen.

He led me into the house. It was a mess.

"My dads never home don't worry"

"why would i worry"

"havent you heard of Mr.Chambers, lowlife of Castle,Rock?"

"Nope,. only his kid son apparently"

He shot me a look.

We got to a door that was brown. He opened it. When we went in, i looked around, it was small, had a bed, a desk, posters all around the room.

It reeked of cigarettes and beer. His whole house did really.

Chris sat on the bed.

"Why am i here?"

"I wanted to show you that you do live a perfect little life babe" he said with a wink.

"ha! perfect life my ass" I said.

"oh do tell me more" He said sarcastically.

"You always talks about my 'pretty little life' you don't know me, none of your little boy friends do. I moved here from Chicago because my perfect little daddy killed himself from a crystal meth overdose! want me to go on?" I said standing up i front of him.

"Oh! and to mention the years and years of abuse from my mother, and father, and moms boyfriends! getting knocked out" Chris stood up to "Because your father was so drunk he thought you were your mother! I grew up with my parents doing drugs in the next room. I'm not looking for fucking sympathy, i'm just fucking pissed off by your assum-" I get cut off by the warmth of Chris' lips.