The Boy She Illegally Brought To The Lavender Field (bwwm)

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Mariam and Scotty stumbled out of the house party that night. He held a grip around her wrist.

"Where are we going?" she laughed.
"Back to my place. Obviously." He sipped on the fifth beer he had in his hand.
"What? For what?"
Scotty looked at her. "What do you mean for what?"
"Like why are we going there? Are you gonna show me something?"
"Wha-..." Scotty scoffed. "Yea, my dick." he snickered.
She snatched her arm from him. "Ew! No!"
"What? Daniel told me you don't do it in cars. I was tryin' to be nice."
"I never said I wanted to sleep with you!"
"We spent all night talkin' in there. Hittin' it off. You laughed at my jokes." Scotty said and was clearly confused.
"So?!"
"So? So you did the same to Daniel and you two left together!"
"Daniel's fucking hot! Every girl wants to sleep with Daniel, you're just funny! Daniel's the hot one, Paul is the boring one, and you're the funny one. That's it. I thought we could be friends, maybe!"
"You've let everyone else fuck but draw the line at me. Why? Was I skipping your very long list?"
Mariam gasped and her hand swung into Scotty's face. He stumbled a bit from drunkenness and disarray.
"Oh fuck you, Scott Petersen! All of you are just a bunch of dicks!" she stated and stormed back inside.

Scotty took a deep breath and finished the beer in his hand before tossing the empty can into a bush.

He walked towards his car sloppily and climbed inside.

Afterwards, he sat there for a moment before he moved his rear view mirror and looked at himself.
"I'm the hot friend. He's not hotter than me. He's just got blue eyes. I don't care. So what he's like 6'2, 6'3? I'm not even done growin' yet. A lot of guys are 5'10. It's fine." he told himself confidently. "My smile is just as fuckin' nice as his!"
He began beating on his steering wheel in anger. "IT'S THE BLUE FUCKING EYES!" he grunted.

He finally calmed and took a deep breath.
"The funny friend. Unbelievable." he sighed as he started his car. "Fuck you, Mariam."

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Annie finished dinner and bathed all the same as she does every night to seem inconspicuous. She only now had to wait for everyone to fall asleep as she listened to bedroom doors closing.
She'd give them twenty minutes.

Daniel stood pacing around his room with a tight grip on his hair. He wanted to visit Annie but he knew what she would say. How was he supposed to answer her?

Stephen walked past his son's room and saw through the opened door that the boy was in there pacing in frustration.

He knocked on the doorway.

Daniel stopped and looked at his father.

"You alright?" Stephen asked.
Daniel stood there contemplating whether or not he wanted to tell his father.

Annie's eyes left her book and she checked her alarm clock and saw that twenty five minutes had passed. She quickly got out of bed, packed a bag with her journal and pens to write what she saw, and her whistle.

She maneuvered quietly and carefully throughout the house to look for a flashlight.

She made sure she avoided the floors she remembered were the creakiest and she took the lightest steps she could as a precaution.

She went into their hall closet and found a flashlight on the top shelf.

As she shut the door back, it gave a squeak and she froze to hear if she'd woken anyone up.
"Now why did you have to go and do that, huh?" she whispered at the door.

She continued shutting it then tiptoed back to her room.

Annie clicked on the flashlight to make sure it worked and smiled at the light it flashed onto her wall.