ᶜⁱᵍᵃʳᵉᵗᵗᵉˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ˢᵉˣ ' 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗎

𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝗼𝗻𝗲. 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

the chill and hot friday night took you out of your bed, getting ready to feel the music and the smell of cigarettes through your whole body.

oikawa, the boy you call best friend, texted you an hour ago, feeling confident that he'll get you out of your depressed state, at least for tonight.

cocky ass has sent a message

cocky ass
you know what the f in friday
stands for?

you
fucking?

cocky ass
what no??
well that works too but no
it stands for..
FUCKING CLUBBING

you
that was embarrassing toru

cocky ass
i'll be at your home in half
an hour, kisses

you
mf i didn't even say anything
im not clubbing tonight

cocky ass
yes you are
look outside!
the sky is absolutely stunning, and the
warm summer breeze feels incredibly refreshing, especially when it's
accompanied by a cool, gentle breeze.
the combination of these two elements
is simply perfect!

you
ayoooo chill there little poet
fine i'll get ready ig

cocky ass
ilyyyyy

you
hate you too

you sighed in annoyance and got out of your comfortable bed, something that nearly brought tears to your eyes. you took a short shower, put on some low-waist dark denim shorts, a dark mesh off-shoulder top and applied some eyeliner, bronzer, mascara and your favourite dark red lipstick.

you slipped into a pair of long high-heeled boots, took your purse and went outside to meet your friend, waiting for you outside, leaning against his white car.

now, currently 10 pm, you were sitting down, next to oikawa and a girl that's been all over him since you arrived. the cheesy comments she made with her irritating pick me voice made you throw up and constantly roll your eyes, letting out a chuckle every time you made eye contact with your poor best friend.

an hour and a half had passed and you drank only a few glasses of god knows what. your friend had left you alone a couple of minutes ago in order to get some girl tonight. typical.

as you were sipping from your glass of gin, you stared at the amount of people that were doing the same things. some were grinding against each other to the rhythm of the music, others were making out, some of them were sitting alone, drowning in alcohol and tears, and a boy you didn't know stared directly into your eyes.

you fixed your gaze on him, eyeing him from top to bottom. red messy hair, cold and dark eyes, a look that made you think about yourself, so damn similar to yours. red swollen puffy lips, long and slender hands that made you think of unnecessary things.

the feeling was unknown to you. he had a stare that showed unspoken words yet you still somehow deciphered those words. you felt a sudden feeling heating up your body, and it wasn't the alcohol.

"are you my friend?", a sudden sentence interrupted your thoughts. moving your gaze next to you, you found a tall drunk boy looking at you with puppy eyes, "uh - no i am not", you replied in confusion.

the boy puffed and crossed his arms like a little kid. "my friend always leaves me alone. he's supposed to take care of me but now he's gone!", he spoke in his drunk state, "same here buddy", you said before taking another sip, finishing your drink.

he kept talking and talking without stopping for at least 10 minutes. you pretended to listen, but your mind kept drifting back to those cold, pained eyes you'd seen earlier.

you sighed and decided to step outside, leaving that poor guy alone. you finally found an empty place in the back of the club, after you passed by a tons of people having sex outside. how can they even do it in this trashy place that smells like pee? you thought.

you leaned back on a wall and put a cigarette between your lips, lighting it up with a lighter. you exhaled the smoke and closed your eyes, already feeling better after one smoke and the cold air that was hitting your pretty face.

a sound of steps made you open your eyes, almost widening them after seeing the red hair guy approaching you. he took a cigarette out of his packet and asked you, "got a light?".

you nodded and without thinking, you extended your lit cigarette towards him, offering the flame to ignite his. he leaned in and a fleeting warmth of connection swept through you, a sense of intimacy in this simple act of sharing flame and smoke.

you knew you had a lighter in your back pocket, yet you didn't know why you did that. was it because he somehow captivated you? no answer.

he murmured a thanks and continued smoking, leaning on the wall, next to you. "do you think we are happy after we die?", he suddenly asked. "i wouldn't say happy. but at least we are free from pain.", you simply responded.

you finished your cigarette, tossing it on the ground and stepping on it. you looked to your left, staring at the pretty side profile of this random boy that awakened some unknown feeling in you. he was pretty, you had to admit it.

"want to drive me somewhere?", you asked him and watched him throw his cigarette and turn to face you. "as you wish pretty.", he let out a small smile and made you follow him to his car.

you felt.. excitement? in your body. you didn't know this boy but somehow, you felt like you knew him. it's like he grabbed you with an invisible rope and pulled you towards him, whispering all his secrets in your ear with those dark and cold eyes.

who was this boy?

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𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱...