𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫| 80s heart throbs ( Matt Dillion & Ralph Macchio ) x reader

Last day

:A/n:
Ahhh wsg its the first chapter, love starting stories, another one added to the list of stories I'll never complete.

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Turning over, I see a paper plate to last nights dinner, smelling it, I shot up and threw the plate out. It smelled like if an onion had sex with an apple and used the pull out methad. I never liked staying with my parents downstairs, they either scream at me to do my chores, or insult me in some sort of way. Once walking back to my room, I stopped and went to my bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror, I look like a car reck. My hair was greasy and I was wearing a graphic tee with pj bottoms to a random pj set that mom buys every fucking year, I think it looks tacky, I never dare say that to her face.

Sighing deep, I close my bathroom door and start up my shower, sitting on the toilet lid, waiting to see steam. Meaning that my shower is ready. Once I do see the steam, I take my clothes off, revealing my figure in all its glory, a black bra that barely holds my tits and a black pair of underwear that are-- lets just say well used. "The hell is you doin in there Y/n, don't waste my damn water bill you little shit!" Dad said, if you think he hates me like all the other stories, well you're dead wrong, yes I broke the 4th wall, sue me.

"Nothin dad, just bathing." I said, flipping off my door like it was him and locking it, I know the kind of fuckin weirdos that live in my house. Or I might just be parinoid, either way taht damn door is staying fucking locked. Showering, I start to realize I haven't shaved in a month, not that I really care what people think of me and my leg hair, but this time I look like a fuckin sasquatch. My legs chramped about 8 times from shaving, pro tip, just fucking shave, once you have a shit ton of leg hair its just harder to get rid of.

I then get the 'oh shit' moment when I realize I have school tomorrow, my three day weekend must come to an end. At least I can wear shorts tomorrow, fuck people who point out that I missed a spot while shaving, fuck them!

Getting out the shower butt naked, I realize I didn't put a towel out from myself, and now I have to walk butt naked to the cabnet under my sink for a towel. Ahh shit, I don't think I washed them, I now have to use this worn out purple towell that has a period blood stain on it from when I carelessly sat on it, butt naked, when I was waiting for my clothes to come out from the dryer.eason we don't have locks in our house. Before I took my towel off, I feel eyes on me, looking around, I see my neighbor Johnny staring at me from his window. Once he realized I saw him, he turned away and pretended like he totally wasn't being a sick little pervert, once he looked back again, I flipped him off and shut my blinds.

Changing in peace, I put on a back sports bra and black underwear and decide to wear red shorts and a black graphic tee. Going back into my bathroom, I look down the hall to see if mom was there, she wasn't thankfully and so I grabbed some of her hair product that makes your hair nice and curly and soft andd-- sorry I just really like whatever she puts in her hair. She hates when I use it, why don't I ask her? Cause she'll always say fuck no if I dare even ask. So I've just learned to use it whenever she's wrong. "Hey little sis, whatcha doin?" Dave said, leaning against the white door frame to the bathroom. "What the fuckin hell do you want Dave, and don't you fuckign think about telling mom about me using her hair shit." I said, looking at myself in the mirror and using my fingers to curl my hair.

"Don't worry you little shit, I'm not a snitch, not anymore at least, I'm here to tell you what I found in my playboy magazine!~"He said, I almost threw up when he said that. "Ew, Dave, what the fuck, I don't want to see that shit." I said, scotching away from him. "It's not tits I want to show you little freak, its this! You like artsy shit right?" Dave said, shoving a paper in my face. It was a contest to have some heartthrobs go to your school for 3 months. "I do Dave, but why should I-" I said, getting interrupted by him. "Don't think I dont see your damn subscription to those teen girl magazines, I know you like those famous actor shitheads, and I saw that the ones that the ones hanged up in your room are in there as the people that can come to your school. You just have to draw one of them, if you win, you get to have those douche bags come to your school, easypeasy." He said, grabbing a ciggerette from his pocket to his mouth.

"I guess I'll do it- where do I turn it in?" I said. "I don't know, it probably says it on there." He said, walking away and pointing to the paper with his ciggerette, before fully walking away to his room. Yeah I'm not going to see him until tomorrow, usually at this time, he smokes until his room is full of smoke and he has to open his window. I keep my windows open, so I smell it all the time. What will happen if he leaves his room like that, mom and dad will lose there shit, cause they don't know he smokes, I mean every parent doesn't, but we both don't want them to find out. Why I'm worried, cause if they find out, they'll think I'm smoking too, and will look in my room to see if I have any. Lets just say they don't know about my subscriptions to 'teen girl magazines'.

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A/n

Ahh, dry chapter, but I hope you liked it! Yes, it's gonna be slow, but trust me it gets better. I'll post a new chapter soon!

Yours,

Angel <3