It's the start of the 90s, and seriously out of style Vanessa tries to navigate the struggles of growing up without the guidance of her parents. Meanwhile Dallas Winston, the boy next door returns back in town after a year away...
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a FEW restless minds
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August 11th, 1991. 1:07 A.M.
To paint an image, that Winston boy had a lot on his mind. Now that wasn't to say he ever used it for its proper function. Dallas was the type of person to not think before he did. This led him to a lot of trouble in all aspects of life. He easily failed all his school subjects even when he said he tried. He sure did have the street smarts to hold up a convenience store and get away with it, but book smarts, that was a completely different story all together.
It wasn't the loud thumps against his skull from the powerful speaker besides his head, or the pool of misplaced sweat that seeped into his boxers that filled his mind. It couldn't have been the pitch black room, with only the light from the everlessant street lights casting through his window.
"God almighty, that sweet honey..." the words so carelessly, drooled from his mouth.
It was her, the girl who swivelled around up there like a slow speed whirlpool. The taste of her delicate lips that he feasted on previously that night, even the afterthought made him hot to the touch. Dallas spread out on the middle of his bedroom floor, almost as if he couldn't bear to move a muscle from all the urges that sat heavily at pelvic level to him.
He wished someone could hold him back from it all, so he couldn't possibly become more consumed than he already was. He wondered if she knew the power she had over him, but then it hit him, of course she did. She knows all the right ways to drive him wild, with the simple sways of her hips when she walks away or the soft coat of moisture upon her plump lips, pressing over his. Just the thought of it alone makes Dallas bite his clenched fist in pleasurable agony.
It was no wonder she is the most loved, popular girl to grace Blueridge High School. Unlike himself, who only stayed around to see her. Marla was the fire that burned his loins. The love of his entire existence. He had only been with her for a few blissful months but every moment with her made him want to die.
