─────── you got me down on my knees
it's getting harder to breathe out . . .
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𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 . . .
𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 has always been
a player at heart, but this finally
changes when he falls for
𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐞...
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🎱. . .CHAPTER 27 ! ----- ( real life . . . ) ❛ i'm sorry ❜
ᵣₑₐₗ ₗᵢfₑ !
Mikayla holds a joint between her fingertips, placing it between her lips and taking a drag. she holds the smoke in her closed mouth, parting her lips to let it escape into her dark surroundings. she's sat on the pool ledge, her legs knee deep into the warm water.
the air is thick, pressing against mikayla's skin while hundreds of fireflies all aglow hover in the air, a weak but pretty light source as well as the pale crescent moon, shining like a silvery claw in the night sky. miks hums to herself, slowly moving her legs in the water and watching the ripples appear.
she takes another drag from the joint, before her lips twitch upwards at the perfect ambience. lucille and mason sit in the kitchen, raiding mikayla's cupboards and fridge for any sort of snacks to cure their hunger.
cutely, matt and maria are having a late night drive around the quiet streets of boston, leaving abel and nick alone in the living room since nathan's staying at a friend's house. they're watching the television alongside chris, but that's until he slides open the large glass door to the backyard.
prior to this moment, he watched mikayla enter the backyard which is the exact reason that he changed into his trunks that he'd left here from one of their pool parties. as chris quietly steps towards her, trying to surprise miks, he fails as she hears the slightly wet grass squelch beneath his feet. her head immediately whips around to face the sudden noise, her shoulders dropping as she realizes who it is.
"it's you," she says quietly, turning her head back to face the pool. mikayla's about to take another drag from the joint resting between her fingers until chris snatches it out from her grip. she groans but doesn't fight him for it as he takes a seat on the ledge next to her. they aren't close enough that their legs are touching, but they're close enough that chris can hear mikayla's heartbeat rapidly speed up.
"it's me," chris repeats to clarify before he brings the joint to his lips, hastily sucking the smoke in, then moving it away. he inhales once, blowing the smoke out and into mikayla's face. there's a lazy grin on his face as he repeats the same movements, watching as mikayla's eyes turn glossy and low. "good shit," he murmurs before passing it back.
mikayla rolls her eyes, gratefully taking it. "always baffles me how you smoke and play lacrosse," she disapprovingly shakes her head but chris just nods in amusement at her slight tone of concern. "you should quit, it'll help."
