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*ੈ✩‧₊˚୨⎯ "shoot for the stars, baby" ⎯୧*ੈ✩‧₊˚
the walk to the park was calming. no thoughts plaguing your mind, no worries. just step by step, cool breeze, and no interruptions.
your eyes set on the park in the distance, some older kids hanging out on the swing set.
sighing lightly you enter the playground.
you think to do same thing the kids are doing, but then decide to just sit on the bench. you probably can't fit on the swings anymore.
pulling a vape out of your pocket, you put it in your hoodie sleeve to hit to avoid someone's nosey parents asking questions.
you take a long drag of the pen, blowing it out quickly to simulate a cold breath. you close your eyes and lean back against the bench. feeling the cold nipping at your fingers, you put them in your jacket pocket.
the silent vibe is cut short when someone sits beside you.
they say nothing, and you unintentionally take in their scent. peach lotion and alcohol you can't put your finger on.
"What's your name?" the guy speaks, seemingly not looking in your direction.
"Who's asking?" you reply.
"Touche." he chuckles under his breath. the guy doesn't sound like he should be doing that, like he's wheezing. or unhinged. you don't know if you want to know which.
you both sit in comfortable silence again, not needing to talk to enjoy the moment. you pull up your legs onto the bench and wrap your arms around your knees. the stranger hums.
"You live around here?" he questions, and you hear the distinct sound of nails scratching against skin harshly.
you glance over, seeing a skinny-looking guy, his hair pure white and eyes a dull red color. why was he suddenly looking at you?
"No," you respond truthfully. "Couple blocks away."
"Interesting." the strange guy nods, the hand that was scratching retreating to his lap.
there was an aura of tension from him as he stared off into the skyline. like he wanted to ask something but couldn't form the words.
"Anyway," you tilt your head to the side, "I only came out here to stop thinking."
"Me too," he admits, and a hand pushes his wild white hair out of his eyes. the sight makes you bite your lip a little.
'Attractive men do be attractive.' the thought crosses your mind before some little kids arrive with their parents. they must be coming to play for the last few minutes before sundown.
the family rushed over to the roundabout, and the boy spins the girl on it, their loud laughter making your heart flutter. their parents stand nearby, huddled close to keep the cold away.
you lift up your hand, hitting your pen behind your sweater paw. breathing out, you look at the stranger.
"Care for a hit?" your offer is met with a shrug.
"If I touch it, I might break it." his red eyes meet yours again, making you gulp lightly.
"I can hold it for you. It's the kind you just pull." he looks from your eyes to your sleeve, and then to your eyes again.
"Sure." the stranger leans closer, the scent of peaches getting stronger. you push the pen past your fingertips then he hits it, letting it go until its lights blink. once he pulls away, you let your hand rest in your lap.
he doesn't move, the tension between you becoming stronger as your eyes bore into his.
your heart beats faster, millions of thoughts running through your head at why he hasn't moved away.
he closes his eyes slowly and your lips connect, your mind racing.
why is this man kissing you?
your eyes almost bulge out of your head at his advance, your heart almost hurting at how hard it's working.
why were you kissing back? no, you aren't. you're just panicking.
who is this guy?
you try to pull away but feel three of his fingers on your chin, lightly pulling down to part your lips.
he takes the chance to blow his hit into your lungs, and you suck in the hit he took and then pull away, blowing it out before standing abruptly.
covering your mouth quickly, you cough harshly into your jacket sleeve, tears pricking your eyes at the burning in your throat.
"I don't know you like that, man. Not cool." you pocket the pen and rush off, not hearing him protest in any way. fighting the urge to look back at the mysterious guy, you speedwalk home.
"And you just left like that?!" Mina yells at you through the phone speaker as you get ready for bed, pajamas on and hair tied up. opening a jar of face mask, you grab an applicator beside it.
"Uh... Yeah?" you question, scooping some of the mask out of the jar and smearing it on your face. "Dude was mad weird."
"But hot!" she yells in disbelief again.
you sigh and shake your head, evening the mask before getting another scoop.
"You could have like, 5 kids with him in the future- and you'd never know!"
"Mina. I'm not having children with a guy I just met." you shut the idea down immediately and hear her make a sad noise.
"So unfair to the guy, (N/N)." you just shake your head again, setting a timer for the mask. retrieving your brush, you let down your hair.
"Not unfair. You just ship too much." the brush goes through your hair smooth, tangles thankfully coming out with ease.
"Yeah.." she trails off, then gasps. "Hey! Who are you taking to the party?" she excitedly asks and I shrug.
"Haven't asked anyone, and no one asked me. Probably going alone." Mina gasps again but doesn't say anything. she must be pouting.
"(N/N)! You never go with anyone! Put yourself out there, girl!"
she was right, you haven't gone to a single party with anyone since you became friends. but nobody really kept your attention as a certain redhead did. and he didn't seem interested other than the times between classes.
"Nobody likes me like that, Mimi." you stir a drink you got before your self-care session, the ice clinking against the glass. sipping it, Mina is audibly shuffling around her room.
"You like one guy too much to see the ones who do." you cough at the sudden truth bomb, spitting the drink at your vanity mirror. coughing harder, you set the drink down and hear your best friend worry over the phone.
"Maybe-" you wheeze and clear your throat. "Maybe your right, but still."
"Just think about it, you only have so much time 'til the party. Night night, (N/N)."
