$crim ($uicideBoy$) SCRIM SUICIDE Boys Smut Collection

Ghost 3

After a month of flirting and bringing you coffee, you finally let him take you to a nice bar. A couple of drinks and you decide to get some late-night burgers, and on the way out, you run into a familiar face.

"Garrett?" You step back looking at him.

He smiles down at you and hugs you, "Hey y/n, it's so good to see you get so long." He looks to see Scott and you leaving the bar, "you're leaving already?"

You nod, looking over at Scott as he's putting his hands in his pockets and nodding.

"Yeah, I'm hungry, and it's getting packed here."

Gerretts long hair and has green eyes with the annoyingly long eyelashes that guys are blessed with. He's dressed casually in a flannel and jeans. He smells amazing and his hair is dyed differently since you've last seen him. Black and grey.

"Cool cool. Well it's great to see you," he's with two other guys who are getting into the bar.

"Yeah, same, have a good night." You walk away with Scott and head to his truck.

The car ride is awkward, with music filling the air but not enough to disarm the tension. When ordering food, Scott doesn't talk after that and just orders and pays as you try to hand him your card.

"Um, okay," you say, annoyed, stuffing your wallet back into your purse.

Getting to his place, you're way too drunk to drive home and really don't want to be around this quiet.

"do you have some sweatpants I can borrow?" Scott is still quiet and just nods. He goes to get them and brings back the most comfortable pair of simple black sweats. After putting them on you come out of the bathroom, "you might not be getting these back anytime soon."

He nods as he takes a bite and turns on the TV.

"That was a joke," you lightly sit on the couch.

He looks over at you chewing and shakes his head.

"Why are you being such a butt right now," you playfully bump him.

"I'm just hungry; eat your food before it gets cold." He looks back at the tv.

You eat your food and grab the blanket while he does. He lets go of it and lets you have it.

"Stop being fucking weird! What's wrong? Do you want these sweatpants back?" You start taking the sweatpants off, and he stops you as you slide them down your legs, your thong covering almost nothing on your ass but the lace between your cheeks.

"Bro just chill. If there's a problem, I'll tell you." you slide them back on sit back down, and turn toward him.

Annoyed you stare at him giving him a dirty look.

"Stop that shit," he's annoyed and tries to look away and you roll your eyes.

"Who are you?"

he stills and turns to you, "who was that dude you randomly hugged tonight?"

you let out a cackle and say "OHHHH. Now that's the problem. I thought there 'wasn't a problem' Scott, make up your mind." you do air quotes.

"Nah I asked a question." he moves to push your hands down and you move back.

"No I asked a question and you blew me off! I asked a lot of questions actually," he stands up.

"Im not finna do this shit with you," he throws away the containers and stays in the kitchen.

"Whatever, you left me once I don't doubt you'll do that shit again." You're starting to sober up and walk into the kitchen behind him.

He puts his head down and shakes it, "nah I left you alone cuz I was going through shit and you had an opportunity. I didn't have that shit. I was not a good person. I'm still not but I'm not about to hear your shit all night."

"Take me home then," you leave the kitchen and grab your stuff.

"Hell nah not until you answer my damn question, who was that dude hugging on you at the bar."

You sigh as you grab your bag, "take me home Scott. I'm tired and he's no one."

He stares at you and you roll your eyes.

"That's that bullshit."

"Over a fucking hug?"

"Bro that shit was long as fuck. Be real y/n"

"But where am I right now? All this over hugging an old class mate?"

"Oh he's from your school? Fuck no!" He's starting to pace.

"Was I not supposed to talk to anyone the whole time? Cuz you sure weren't talking to me!"

He pauses and looks at you, " stop playin with me right now y/n. My feelings for you ain't a fucking game."

"Feelings!!? You barely see me and when you do it's short and you just leave to 'go do' whatever shit you do" you sigh and he storms into the living room turning off the tv.

"You wanna see the shit I do?" He grabs your hand and takes you to an extra bedroom. There's a computer and plaques on the wall.

Record awards and pictures fill the walls. He turns the computer on and loads up a music app.
"You wanna see some shit. You know what ruby and I had to go through the past 10 years for this shit!? All this shit you think I just fell into this shit?! I gave up selling and robbing cuz if I didn't I'd be fuckin dead right now. We both know that."

He pushes play but your jaw is already on the floor. He plays a couple of songs and you don't let out a peep. Your eyes watering as you hold in every emotion.

Sadness. Excitement. Embarrassment. Pride. Anger. There's too many and your heart is beating so fast.

He turns it off and you run to the bathroom and slam the door locking it.

He knocks, "hey look. I don't know what to do or what you're thinking but I got an extra bed if you just wanna sleep here. I'll take you to get your car in the morning."

After about 10 minutes of trying to quietly bawl your eyes out you fix your make up and walk back out to the couch covering yourself with the blanket and he pulls you into him.

Again the tears just start flowing.