"he has persuasive lips but terrible motives."
a story about young people navigating love, friendship, drugs and becoming an adult.
content warnings: mature content and descriptions of drugs, suicide and overdose.
edited in dec 2022.
Isabella and Fuckshit were sitting on the roof of Motors. The city was quiet and they were watching the sky become darker and darker, eventually a few stars made their appearance.
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"What did you want to be when you were little?"
"Before skating came into the picture... A dog walker." She couldn't help but laugh at his answer. Of course fuckshit wanted to be a dog walker when he was a kid.
"Yo, being a dog walker is an honorable job! What you'd wanna be then mamas?"
"I wanted to be an actor, then a dancer, then a vet..."
"All at once?" He joked.
"Of course. Sky's the limit isn't it?" Fuckshit reached out and intertwined his fingers with hers.
"So.... you never dated anyone else before me?" Isabella asked.
"Nah, it never interested me, you know?"
"More interesting to be a manwhore?" She teased and he laughed.
"Hell yeah! Nobody would count on me then. It lasted for a night and then it was over, I didn't have to do anything else." It always seemed like he was letting people down in life so why would he want to pull anyone else into his mess? Fuckshit always struggled with opening up to others.
"I get it." It wasn't like isa had been a relationship kind of girl either. She dated around but not many steady relationships, only flings that lasted for a few weeks and then ended.
"What about you shawty? You cuffed the boys back home?"
"Not really... I dated a bit but only had one real relationship before I moved here."
"Why did it end?"
"We were fighting a lot, it just wasn't worth it anymore." It had been a toxic relationship and her ex had been controlling. He always wanted to know where she was and what she was doing. It wasn't easy getting out of it but eventually she broke things off.
"I'm glad you were single when you got here mamas... What would I have done if you'd been boo'd up?"
"Probably crash and burn."
"Probably! You know I wanted you from the start mamas." Ever since they reunited they had talked things through a lot. They couldn't let stupid fights break them up. If they wanted to be with each other they had to work for it. Relationships take work through the bad times.
"So, your parents have been home for two weeks now? How does it feel?"
"I don't know... weird, I guess? I'm used to holding down my own, you know? Have the place to myself."
"I get it."
"They like you though... tellin' me I got a good one." He winked at her and she smiled. The first time she had met his parents they seemed lovely but that didn't mean they had done things wrong towards Fuckshit. Isabella knew they were tough on him and always wanted him to act his best.
"Fourthgrade told me they almost moved you from town when that thing with Nick happened?" She didn't want to bring up the past with Nick and all, but she wanted to know.
"Yeah... they were mad as shit. My dad is the quiet guy, you know, but I have never seen him so angry. They picked me up at the police station and the cops told em' I had been selling."
"Had you?" Isabella wouldn't judge him if he had, especially not with friends like Nick.
"Nah, I was just there to keep Nick company. Got booked and he blamed it all on me. And his records were clean while I had some trouble in school and shit, so my parents didn't believe me fo' shit."
"I can't believe I thought he was nice..." She looked away from Fuckshit and up at the sky.
"Don't beat yourself up ma. He can be a good guy if he wants to... If he sees profit in it, you didn't know." She squeezed Fuckshit's hand and exhaled slowly. There was no way she could've known but still she blamed herself for letting him into her world.
"I never got to thank you that time. I got so scared... and I couldn't move. I wanted to scream but nothing came out." Fuckshit turned his head and looked at her. He could tell that she was getting emotional and he understood.
"You were in shock. He turned out to be someone else than you thought. I'm glad I made it in time... I Wish it would've ended better." He paused and they sat in silence. fuckshit pulled her closer and Isabella turned to look at him.
"Not gonna let anyone hurt you ever again."
"I know baby..." Isabella rested her head on his shoulder.
"So we skating tomorrow or what?" he said, lightening the mood.
"I guess... watch me break my fucking arm or something." They laughed at the thought of it. She knew she would make a fool of herself but... sooner rather than later.
"Nah, you good. You got the balance now, nothing to worry about."
"You gonna teach me a trick?"
"Hell yeah I am. Starting off with an ollie or some shit."
"Jesus."
They spent the rest of the night stargazing and talking until he walked her home. They needed time, just the two of them. Both of them had a lot to work on if they wanted to be together.
