bipolar baby/mid90s

~ late-night cigarettes~

I was at Fuckshit's house at midnight smoking and having deep late convos. Probably one of my favorite things about going over there.

We sat there in silence for a little while and he looks over and notices something. "Flame?" "Hm?" I hum with my eyes closed inhaling and exhaling the cigarette smoke. "You have a bruise on your arm. Did someone do this to you?" He asks sitting up. I open my eyes. "No. I fell off my skateboard." It didn't look like a skating bruise. It looked as if a serial killer tried to rip my arm off, and it hurt, really bad. But it was the best I could come up with. 

"I don't believe you." "I don't care," I said closing my eyes again. 

"Mhm. Yeah right." He takes the cigarette from my hand, puts his and mine out, kisses my forehead, and lies next to me. We both fell asleep in a matter of seconds. 

~~~

I woke up to Fuckshit holding me as I buried my head into his chest. I could hear his heartbeat. I look up at his face. He was a very handsome guy. I never denied it. He had a very structured jawline, perfectly shaped lips and nose to go with his face, long eyelashes that I envied, and his long blond curly hair that framed his face perfectly. "Like what you see?" He mumbled and then smirked. I smiled slightly. "No." I could see his smirk go away and he opened his eyes and looked down at me. "I call bullshit." I chuckled and hid my face in his neck. He laughs. "I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and yet this is how you repay me? Ugh, I'm so hurt." Fuckshit said sarcastically. "Shut up or I leave," I mumbled into his neck. He stayed quiet and held me the rest of the morning.

~~~

Fuckshit sat on the stool, the one I made him sit on because I would rather stand and he kept saying no, and I stood with my back to him in between his legs with him wrapping his arms around me. We had a customer who was checking out a few boards and trying to pick one. He was a regular of ours.

93 Till Infinity by Souls of Mischief, played in the background and the bell on the door rang. Fuckshit was talking to ray from across the room so I looked to see who entered. It was my brother. Stevie. What's he doing here? 

He sees me and smiles slightly. I give him a questionable look. And then he gives me the I'll tell you later look. I nod. "Flame!" Ray calls. "What's up?" I look over at him. Stevie hears into our convo. "Would you rather suck your dad's dick? Or eat your mom out?" My eyes go wide and my face contorts into disgust. "No," ray says before I say anything, "because yo little dumbass friend, Fuckshit, over here said he'd have to drug 'em before he did it because he wouldn't do it consciously. Now... what's your take?" I scoff and smile. "I'm not getting in on this." "Come on man. Why not?" I sigh. "Fine. Lowkey, I'd suck my dad's dick because one I don't know who he is and two I live with my mother and that's fuckin' gross." "Okay, that's reasonable." Ray starts to laugh loud and then the rest of us do. I can hear Stevie chuckling in the background.

~~~

Stevie was at the counter looking through a book with pictures of skateboarders using our motor boards. I was sitting next to Fuckshit on the couch with the others watching these skaters in Paris. "Y'all these ___ are in Paris, eating nice dinners, staying at nice hotels," Ray said, being fantasized about traveling. "I've been to France before, them ___ are assholes," Fuckshit replied. His hand held a beer bottle while the other hand was holding my thigh. "I know, but you went with your parents...like imagine if that was us." I smiled internally at the thought of all of us still being friends and traveling the world together. 

~~~

I was at home making our dinner since mom wasn't home. I'm pretty sure she's on a date but I had no clue, I don't care. 

Stevie went into the kitchen and sat down at the table watching me cook. "Hey, Y/n?" "Hm?" "Are you dating the guy with the long hair?" I finished what I was doing and turned to him, letting dinner cook on its own. "No. Why?" "Cause y'all are very...close looking. Also, where were you last night?" "At his house. I slept over. But not like that, okay. I've been doing it since I was your age." "So you were at his house the week you were gone?" "No. I was at Ray's. Y'know the one with the dreads." He nods his head slowly taking the information in. "How come you don't tell mom these are your friends?" I chuckle. "Because mom is gonna think I sleep around with 'em when I don't. She thinks too low of me." "No, she doesn't." I smile softly. "You'll understand later on. But trust me, she does." "Can I try and hang out with y'all?" "Yeah, how come?" "I just am starting to think about skateboarding a lot more. It's so fascinating. You want to become a pro?" "Yep." I smile. "How can I?" "You practice, it'll be challenging, but it will get easier." 

~~~

I sat in my room after dinner and listened to music, read magazines, and smoked. It's probably one of my favorite times of the day. It ending.

There was a sudden knock on my window and I look up and see Fuckshit with a grin on his face. I smile and get up, opening the window. He climbs in quietly and from the look on his face, he looks drunk and high. "Sup baby." I chuckle and push him back a little, he started getting too close to me. 

We both lay on my bed smoking blunts and I also started drinking because he apparently brought beer for me. Which, I greatly appreciated. It was comfortably silent the whole time, until... 

"Y/n..." He said, slurring his speech. "What?" I was also drunk now only kinda understanding what he said. "wanna..." The last part of his speech was drowned out. "Hmm?" "Wanna invite the guys over tomorrow? Here? Yo mom gonna be here?" "No. Yeah, I'll invite 'em." "Cool."

Jesus, what's gonna happen tomorrow when Ian sees them?