In Too Deep [BXB]

II

Shag'- [British vulgar slang] meaning to have sex with someone.

Hudson

I inhaled another breath of smoke, it was hot and I could feel it sizzling down my airways as it entered my lungs. My chest felt warm and toasted, as if I was breathing in the flame itself. I had to admit it was good feeling, like prodding on a sour bruise. It hurts you but at the same time it feels too good, so you don't stop.

There was a slight sour taste that lingered in my mouth after each breath that I took. I'd gotten used to it though, and I couldn't say it bothered me much anymore.

A pale hand reached forward, snatching the blunt from me.

"Dickhead."

The hand belonged to Liam, who's smouldering eyes glared at me. I couldn't help but smile at his attempt to intimidate me. His soft cocoa coloured eyes and mousy brown hair worked viscously against the image he begged to portray.

Liam rolled his eyes.

"Stop hogging the weed, Hudson."

A drift of wind caught the back of my neck. Goosebumps appeared on the surface of my skin, as the cold temperature of night got to me. I pulled my hoodie over my head, tugging at the drawstrings.

Liam's hair was a mad mop of tousled curls, outgrown to the point where they obscured his vision.

His hair had become a point of experimentation, or perhaps entertainment to Avni. She'd often spend time clipping sparkly bows and other accessories to Liam's head- much to his dismay.

But whereas Liam's glowers did little to frighten me, the scowl on Anvi's face was somewhat terrifying.

Anvi was fiery spirit, too much personality to fit into a sentence. Occasionally too much personality to fit into one person, meaning it sometimes came out in weird ways. She was often criticised for her lack of personal refinement, but I thought it was nice to be kept to on your toes. And that was something she certainly good at.

She yawned. Her accent had unfortunately faded over the years, only making stronger appearances when she was tired.

"He's selfish isn't he?"

Liam nodded. "Very... selfish." He said in between coughs.

There wasn't enough light for me to see the red tint on his cheeks, but I knew it was there and I fought back a smile at his embarrassment.

It sounded like a nightmare, really. Being in a deserted forrest, near pitch black and just minutes away from midnight.

But when you were with the right people, everything felt fucking right.

Countless evergreen trees, reaching hundreds of feet above the ground surrounded us. They formed a canopy of old and cracked branches, and through the gaps you could steal peaks of the silver white moon that brightened up the night sky.

I couldn't count the number of stars in the sky that night. It was a rare occasion of a cloudless sky. And so when my vision wasn't being obscured by opaque smoke, I could make out the silver dots that littered the sky.

Sat on the oddly placed picnic bench, I was reminded of how lucky we were to find the spot in the first place. My eyes flickered between my two friends.

It started off as just Liam and I. I was eight the first time I met the brunet. My nanny had taken me to an after school hockey club to get me out the house, and it happened that his parents had been taken his to the same club. He was awfully quiet, hardly ever spoke, and initially I thought that he hated me. But my nanny at the time encouraged me to keep trying to speak to him.