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(Drew Starkey x reader/mc)
In which a single, young, 23 year old moves to where she's always dreamt about. No job, no friends until an excited night out.
New friends new love interest? god no. Skye hates the idea of relat...
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I took the brown roll up from my dry lips feeling a burning taste of green hot my throat. A thick cloud of smoke came from my mouth and I waved it away. I sat on the balcony of the temporary apartment I rented whilst filming while smoking a joint, I call it cerebrating.
My phone vibrated aside of me.
madscline<3 I can smell that from my place lol
I giggled. Her apartment was in the same building as mine except mine was one floor up from Madelyn's and two down from Drew's but a little further away to the side.
I replied back with. come join ;)
Yk I don't smoke, she replied.
I rolled my eyes. I knew who would join. I dialled his number.
"Hey Rafe" I giggled down the phone. "Wrong number" Drew replied, I could hear him smiling through the phone.
"I have one more joint," I begin, he hums in response, "wanna share it." I giggle again.
"Be down in five." He sings. The phone ends and I wait for him still trying not to start giggle to myself.
I hear the door open. "So your a closeted stoner." He's smiling at me, and he's wearing grey sweat pants and a white pj shirt, I shake my head no. "Only for special occasions."
"What's this special occasion?" He asks.
I take the last spliff from my small tin and show it off to him, "I got the part, I didn't even plan on any of this." I motion for him to follow me to the balcony, he follows.
"Never took acting lessons thinking I would get here, I didn't even want this." I pause, "do I want this?" I ask myself. "I hate the spotlight, I hate what I have now."
Drew sits on the deck, listening to me. "Is this a good idea? Oh my god it's not, I don't what I'm doing. People hate me-" I panic.
"Hey!" I look at the tall man sat aside of me, watching me panic. "You may not have intended this, but doesn't that say anything?" I look at him confused.
"Um no" I sass. I light the paper and bring it to my lips needing a release. "It says," he pulls the tar from me and takes a drag "it is your role to play. The role came to you, meant to be." He shrugs, taking another drag and handing it to me.
"You cheesy mother fucker." I laugh out loud. We pass the cigar between the two of us till there's nothing left and we just sit there laughing at one another.
"Hey, Skye?" He looked at me with dilated pupils. "Hey, Drew." I copied.
"Are we ever going to speak about" he paused, "you know what."
We still sat on my balcony in a sofa-slash-egg chair with an oval over the top.
"Do we have to talk about that?" I look back at him. "We don't have to, but I'd like to."
"What's to talk about, Drew?" I ask. "We're friends, it didn't mean to happen but it did that's all it's fine-" A pair of familiar lips pressed onto mine.
His hand slid up my hip as we both lay on our sides, slowly squeezing at my skin. I Immediately kiss him back when he slips his tongue entered my mouth with passion. I climbed his frame with both legs aside his hips.
His hands slide on the top my thighs all the way to my rear pulling my forward so I'm hovering over him.
I can't do this. I'm too high for this. But he pulls from the kiss before I do just as stressed as I am.
"I'm sorry" he took the words out of my mouth. "I'm high. I didn't think, fuck!" His rubs his hands over his face.
"That's funny I was just about to say the same." I make light of it as I giggle under my breath. He sits up fully, but I don't move from my spot.
I slide my hand from his chest down over and over again. To sooth him. "I mean... we could practice, we have to do it for the show so..."
He smirks. "Hmm, for the show, huh?" A hand slides up my neck, slowly. My heart rate increases rapidly. I return the favour by sliding my hand onto his bulge underneath me. His breathe hitches.
"You guys finished smoking weed yet or can I help Skye with her lines yet?" we both jump so we're sat next to each other. The roof of the egg hid what was happening. Drew grabs the closest pillow to cover up the damage. I hold in a laugh.
"Ye we're done, my script was posted earlier, it's on the counter." She nods and goes to grab the papers.
Drew stands up with the pillow still in-front of him, I bite my cheek trying not to laugh, "well that's my cue." He clears his throat and turns around, "stop laughing!"
"I can't!" I say still laughing.
Me and cline practiced my lines, up until midnight, we ate in between but it made me feel slightly sick so mads went home. But we managed to practice almost a full episode.
