being easy to hook up with was kind of fun. it gave him the thrill of being needed, being wanted even if it was just to give a girl a good time. she thought he was pretty enough and he craved the attention of being pretty. he needed the gratification that hooking up gave him, needed it more than anything else.
because sure, the alcohol was nice and the weed was even nicer but really, all he wanted was to be pretty. to be loved. to be looked after even just for the night. and those girls? they would lay his head on their chests after they finished. they would brush through his curls and tell him that he did good, they had a good time. and they'd fall asleep just like that.
until the next morning. when jefferson was already gone before they woke up. his need for validation settled for then. and the girls would move on with their life. gossip about him for a little while calling him easy but saying he's a good time in the same sentence.
the word were always harsh, he was always regarded as just as much of a whore as they were. and he was always talked about behind his back but he couldn't bring himself to care. not when the soft touch of whoever he fucked was so comforting. not when being a whore was the most fun derry could offer him.
to everyone in the town, he was an accessory. something to pull along and claim for a night, something not close enough to a real person. only did he become human again when the gentle touches replaced the harsh environment he'd created. only was he regarded as someone with feelings when he'd made someone else feel good.
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