Streetlife

82 - A Sleepover

STEF POV

"I can't believe how much it's been raining. You think it will ever stop?" Lucy asks as I finish my third bowl of spaghetti with meatballs that she had cooked for us, for damn this girl cooked good and she was beautiful to bat. But she was rather shy and I was trying to get her to feel a little more comfortable.

"Not sure love, but it's pretty fucking nasty out."

"It is. I hope everyone's ok, ya know?" She says as I put my bowl on the coffee table and lean against the couch. "I mean tough jobs. Do you um, do you worry about Callie?"

I grab a smoke from my pack and light it as I hand her one as well which she takes and I light it for her. I turn my body to face her as I see shyness grow across her face. "Off the record? Am I being interviewed?" I laugh as she blushes and shakes her head.

"No, no. Not at all. I was just wondering since she's your girl and all."

"Yeah, I worry about her. I don't like to think about her out there doing what she does. Sometimes I lose sleep over that shit. Ya know?"

"Yeah, of course. I mean I just sort of met all you guys a few weeks ago and even I worry about her and Tess and stuff. Lena too...but sorry for mentioning her." She shakes her head as she puffs her smoke.

"You don't need to be sorry. You can say her name love. I just choose to call her other names." I laugh as she giggles at me.

"I'm glad I'm not on your bad side. I mean I wouldn't want that. Like that all." She looks at me rather seriously as I smile at her.

"You don't need to worry about that, babe. You're not on my bad side, sweetheart." I gently run my finger up and down her bare arm as she looks so cute in my t-shirt. But I didn't wanna make her uncomfortable no matter how bad I wanted to fuck her and lick between her legs. "Want some pot?"

"Sure." She says as I get up and grab a few joints and my lighter as I light it now and start to feel the calming effects as I hand it to Lucy and she inhales as well. Leaning my head back on the couch I close my eyes for a second and as I glance back over to Lucy I catch her staring at me as she hands me the joint back. "Where are you from Stef? I mean you said your parents well you aren't what your parents want you to be."

"Nope. Nothing that they want me to be. I don't really know what they wanted me to be and didn't care. They aren't nice people. Treated me and my brother like shit which is why he's in rehab." I admit as I brush the side of her face.

"I heard about that. Julius, well I heard him talking about him. Frank, right?" She leans on her side as she listens to me intently, and I feel so relaxed in her presence.

"Yeah."

"I apologize for prying too much. I ask too many questions and..." She says as I grab her hand as she blushes even deeper.

"Stop. You can ask me what you want, love. You do worry too fucking much though. Tell me do you always worry so much?"

"No. I mean...yeah."

"Here take some more weed. I'd give you something stronger but lets see how you do with this first." I joke as she smiles  and moves closer to me as she inhales the joint more and I quickly head to grab some beers for us taking a seat back down.

"But yeah my brother is in rehab for sticking that shit up his arm. I mean I dab here and there you know, I love cocaine cuz it makes fucking that much better, but it was a different story for him. He's gay obviously and got fucked."

"You both look alike. I mean I saw a picture of him in my brother's room." She says as I stare hard at her now and puff the joint again. "I mean not that you look like a guy, I just...you favor each other. You must miss him."