Dark Angel ⎪ m.c

2. So give me Novacaine

"We should stop doing that", I huff, laying naked next to Calum trying to catch my breath. "Why?" he groans, leaning towards me and kissing my neck. My eyes search his messy, dark room and my mind is trying to come up with a real reason. I push the dark-haired boy off of me and sit up. "Because I say so", I answer. "But you know you love it", he says, teasingly and runs his fingers up my bare back. I shiver slightly under his touch before pulling away. I collect my clothes from the floor and put on my underwear before turning back to him to see him holding a lit joint between his fingers. I tilt my head and smile lightly, adjusting my breasts in my black balconette bra. He stares at me intently as he passes me the poorly rolled blunt and I inhale the sweet smoke slowly before giving it back to him. "I do love it", I then admit with a giggle. earning a smirk from the boy. I put on the rest of my clothes, along with my torn band shirt and skinny jeans, put on my shoes and zip them and walk to the door. As I open the door, I hear the boy shout from the bed "Thank your ex for getting us meth, will you?" I narrow my brows in confusion and stare at him. "It's an aphrodisiac, you know", he then laughs and I leave, banging the door shut behind me.

I'm still slightly high when I get home. I run upstairs to my room and close the door with a bang. I take out a bottle of soju, clear Korean rice wine Ashton brought me from his travels, and head to the balcony. I take a long swig from the bottle, turning my head up toward the sky. I stare at the early evening sky for what seems like forever, lost in my thoughts, and slowly start singing:

"Out of body and out of mind
Kiss the demons out of my dreams"

Soon another voice - a dark and beautiful male voice - joins me and I stop instantly, turn my head towards the balcony opposite to ours and see a shyly smiling Michael standing there, biting his lower lip. "Hi", he mumbles then. I barely nod at the boy, taking another gulp of the clear liquid and sighing at the burning feeling in my throat. "You have a great music taste", he says, leaning against the railing. "I like to think so", I laugh, offering him the bottle over the railings. He shakes his head, earning a shrug from me as I keep drinking from the bottle alone. "What other bands do you like?" he asks, looking at me curiously. "A lot. Blink-182, bring me the horizon, old Fall Out Boy", I list and he keeps nodding. "What about you?" I ask, what is really not like me but I find myself wanting to be somewhat polite towards the redhead. "Same, I guess. Also All Time Low, Good Charlotte and such", he tells me with a small smile and I nod. "Thought so. You look like a pop punk kind of a dude", I say and chuckle slightly. "What about me says pop punk?" he asks, suprised by my comment. "The tattoos around your arm, the eyebrow piercing, dyed hair, band shirts", I could go on forever but he seems to get what I mean. "Oh", he then says, staring down from the balcony. "But hey pop punk kids are cool", I laugh. "I'm too busy being a mess that I'm not really into one genre but I used to be really into it", I then tell him. "I got my first tattoo a few years back when Ashton got us fake IDs", I say, laughing at the memory but also cringing a little at the pain it holds. "I don't see any tattoos or piercings", he wonders, looking at me from head to toe. I laugh, take a swig of the bottle before setting it on the ground. I turn my back to him and pull of my shirt to reveal a huge pair of dark angel wings tattooed on my back. I hear Michael gasp out loud as I present him my cliché of a tattoo. "Wow", he manages to stutter out as I turn back around. I put my index finger and thumb slightly into my nostrils to turn out a u-shaped septum piercing. "The ring is a bitch when snorting anything so I keep it like that", I explain, pointing at the retainer jewelry. His eyes widen at the mention of hardcore drug use and I let out a small laugh. "Don't look so suprised, love, it's me we're talking about", I laugh and he only shrugs. "Raven?" he mumbles soon. "What?" I question, sitting on the floor with the bottle again. "Could you please put your shirt back on?" he says awkwardly. I only nod and grab my shirt from the floor, turn it back the right way and put it on.