$uicideBoy$ Oneshots/Imagines

Always You. (Scrim)

Text Convo
10:38pm

Scrim: "I left my vape at a Wendy's parkin lot"

"can't tell if that's a new single title or sum that actually happened."

Scrim: "really happened 🥺"
"scoop u if u wanna come w me to get anotha"

"Im busy rn"

Scrim: "doin what exactly? 🤨"

"self loathing"

Scrim: "to late im here, be outside in 10"

"you JUST said you were here?? now I gotta wait 10 minutes?"

Scrim: "cant hear u im drivin"

Rubbing your strained eyes, you manage to pull yourself up from your comfortable position on the couch. Reaching over to the hoodie you practically stole from Scrim, you pull it over your body and pull the hood over your head to cover the birds nest of knots you refused to brush out in the morning.

Sitting back down you pull your knees up to your chest, hugging your legs as you close your eyes to keep the migraine down you already felt coming along. Without realizing it, you began drifting off to a small nap until you heard the loud roaring of an engine coming down your street.

Of course he chose the loudest car to whip around in at 11 o'clock at night. You can already imagine the bullshit you're gonna get from your neighbors in the morning.

Feeling the cold breeze hit your face as you step out of your home, you quickly lock your door before shading your eyes due to the custom bright ass headlights Scrim chose on the Benz. Already seeing him standing outside of the car, texting on his phone with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He glances up at you as he inhales deeply, taking a drag from the sweet nicotine stick.

"You look dead."

Rolling your eyes as you walk over to the passenger seat to which he beat you to. Reaching up to take the cigarette from him as he opens the door for you, you take a small drag.

"It's nice to see you too."

Settling in to the seat you watch as he gets in the car, ashing his cig as he puts the car in reverse. Pulling the hoodie tighter around yourself as he rolls down the windows, speeding off down the back roads, blasting music as the wind blows through the car. The cold feeling brought a sort of relief, comfort even. It's as if your burdens were being blown away. Gone with the wind.

Then it hit you.

What fuckin smoke shop is open this damn late?

Reaching over to lower the music, he keeps his eyes on the road as you do so. Smacking his leg as you sigh.

"Fuck you, you tricked me. What fucking smoke shop is open right now?"

He huffs out a laugh, "seemed like you needed help to get out of that stuffy ass house. Don't trip, I got you."

"I didn't need any help."

"We're all liars, shawty. I lie, Oddy definitely lies right out of his ass but you? You can't lie for shit."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Getting more defensive as you glare directly at him. He quickly glances over at you, his eyes have a soft demeanor as his lips hold a small smirk. He reaches over an turns your head toward the glove box.