Ok, the title pretty much sums it up... If you ask, I can make smut, but I love fluff n shit and I can literaly do anyone in the "rock n' roll" universe (from Abba to some good ol' vomitgrind)
Idk what's going on w me anymore, like literally I started to listen to MCR 2 days ago and now I'm writing fanfics
My eyes shot open as I tried to take in as much oxygen as I could. As I looked around me, I noticed with a wave of pure panic(!) that I was alone on a bench. In a park. In the dark.
And not far away, I could hear the slurred laughters and the drunken screams coming from the bar, which reminded me why I was there. My boyfriend, me and the rest of the gang had spent the whole night getting drunk for Mikey's birthday. Even if Mikey didn't want to get drunk, we did (well, especially Frank, he had basically called the shots all night).
And then I had started to throw up all around the place and I had decided to leave the bar to breathe a bit. And the I fell asleep.
And now, I was waking up on this dirty bench, a bit worried but softly trying to get up to reach the bar and potentially finding the boys to leave. But before I could even get up proprely, I heard a slurred voice behind my back:
-Hey, pretty, what are you doing here?
I turned around to see a young guy with a cheeky smile, clearly drunk, surrounded by three idiots that could barely stand. I gave him an unsure smile, before quickly replying:
-Just going back to the bar, my friends and boyfriend are there.
The guy made a small pout before walking up a bit closer to me while I discretely took a couples steps back. His horrible haircut of shiny blond locks disgusted me, as his Jay-Z shirt wasn't exactly better. I really didn't like Jay-Z. But, at this point, I didn't like the music the boys played until I really listened to it...
But that didn't change the fact that I now felt completely sober, and I was actually pretty alarmed by that dude's presence, now WAY too close to me for me to feel safe. As the music from the bar got even louder (Paradise City, Guns n' Roses), earning loud cheers from the crowd inside, I heard the guy(?) loudly comment my outfit:
-I don't know, but I really like your dress, babygirl, but I think i'd rather see it on the floor of my room... What'ya think 'bout that?
-That's... Um... No, that's a bit innapropriate... Thanks, but I'm just gonna go back to the bar now.
As I vigorously spinned on my heels and proceeded to walk towards the bar, I felt a hand grasp my wrist. My breath hitched and I try to shake him off. In vain.
As I looked at his face, I could see his smile as he hissed:
-Not yet, baby. For now, I think I'd rather keep yourself for me.
I tripped on my feet as I tried to pull on my wrist to make him let go, but he didn't react and laughed.
-No! I screamed, trying to get someone to hear me from the bar, but it suddenly seemed so far... Way too far.
PART 2 COMING UP!!! <3333
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