Montana Miller is the middle child of the Miller family. She is the 'Dangerous' one of the family.
Follow her as she creates relationships with multiple people for different reasons.
Press X FemOc
I sat at my window smoking a freshly rolled joint. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. My door opened slowly.
"Montana, Press is here." my mom spoke. She moved to the side to show Press.
"Hi." I grinned, getting all giddy to see him.
"Hey." He smirked.
"I'll leave you two alone, but the door stays open." Mom spoke.
I groaned, taking a puff of the joint. She took it from my hand taking a hit before walking out the door.
"So your mom really doesn't care?" Press asked.
"Not really. She knows she can't stop me." I shrugged.
Press laughed before leaning down to kiss me.
"Do you wanna watch some netflix?" I asked, after breaking the kiss.
"Of course, my love." He grinned.
I smiled at the name and pulled him over to my bed. I grabbed out my laptop and opened up Netflix. We scrolled through for a minute or so before deciding on Rio 2. (Bloody assholes took this off Netflix in my country ={}!) We snuggled under the covers for a while, a joint being shared between us.
"Do you wanna go out tonight?" Press asked once the movie finished.
"Obviously, but where will we go?" I wondered.
"Blue farm?" He suggested.
"Why not." I nodded, kissing his cheek softly.
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I sat across from Press in Blue fame, our fingers entangled on top of the table. We were speaking softly about random topics. I felt at ease knowing nothing could go wrong tonight. It was just me and him, together, alone. No one else in the world mattered at this moment, we only had eyes for each other.
I had just stopped giggling at what Press had said when Ginny walked up to our table.
"What can I get for you too?" She asked with a smile.
"We'll get the barbeque chicken pizza please."
"Easy, have fun guys." She smiled softly.
"Thanks, Gin." I spoke.
Once she walked away we both began talking once more. Our table was filled with laughs and sweet smiles. Nothing could ruin this moment, it was perfect.
We finished up dinner and decided to walk around the dimly lit town. The air was tension free and full of love. I never wanted this to end, I wanted to walk around the world, just us, hand in hand, sharing sweet words and soft laughs.
We were sitting on a park bench eating ice cream we had bought from the parlor on the corner.
"You're really pretty you know?" Press complimented.
"I do know. You know how I know?" I replied, a soft blush coating my cheeks.
"How?" He smiled.
"Because you never let me forget it." I laughed.
"Why would I let you forget the truth?" He chuckled.
"I love you." I whispered, staring into his eyes.
"I love you more." He grinned.
I smiled and kissed him softly on the lips. He tasted like rum raisin ice cream.
I pulled away quickly. "Yuck, you taste like rum raisin. Who even eats rum raisin?" I grimaced.
"Not my fault my taste buds are more mature than you!" He laughed.
"My taste buds are mature!" I defended.
"You got strawberry!" He teased.
"Strawberry is the best flavour hands down." I replied.
"It's a childs favorite." He smiled.
"And children have great taste buds!" I finalised.
He laughed and brought me into his side. I felt him kiss the top of my head. This was what happiness felt like. It was the free feeling that I relished in, I was with my Press and thats how it would stay.
This was a short as chapter, but I decided I should put it out now... even though I havent proof read. Also I'm now gonna name these bc I realised I screwed up the roman numerals and its annoying me now.
Who wants more fluff? Or do you want something more.... Spicy?
