marlboro → mike☾[au]

three

edith

"Are you ready babe?" dennis asks, peeking his head around the bathroom door. i sighed and shook my head. i still had to finish my makeup and i was pretty sure that i was going to change my outfit again. he nods his head and walks downstairs to wait for me.

to be honest i don't know why he puts up with my shit, though i am glad he does. i wish i could love him like i pretend to. i really wish i could.

ignoring the thoughts that were spiralling my brain, and pushing them to the back of my mind, i concentrated on drawing the perfect winged eyeliner.

after several tries i eventually got it as good as it was going to get - thankfully it did match either side - and quickly sweeped some bronzer across my cheek bones, and added some mascara.

my pale face still looked like shit but it would have to do. my dark eyebrows were pulled together into a frown the longer that i stared at my face so i turned away and looked at my outfit instead.

i was wearing a tight black skirt, a lace black crop top and an over-sized flannel shirt that i found in some thrift store a while back. i decided that it would have to do, and i grabbed my bag with my phone, my cigarettes, and a dark red lipstick that i hurridely applied, and proceeded to walk down the stairs.

they creaked, as they always do.

i fucking hate this house.

"ready now?" dennis smiles, and i nod. he wraps his arm around my waist and i choke down a complaint and allow him to do what he wants.

"where are we even going anyway?" i ask, my curiosity getting the best of me as we walk down towards to his old beaten up car.

"a club." he smiles.

i raise my eyebrows "a club?"

he nods, and i look away. if he wants to go to a club then we'll go to a club. i didn't even want to go on this stupid date anyway.

i look out of the window the entire drive there, and we don't speak once not that either of us seem to care. dennis was trying to focus on not driving into a lamp post and i didn't want to speak to him anyway.

we arrived and dennis pulls into an empty car space and as soon as i get out i can hear the blaring music fill my ears.

cringing, at the shitty music - i lit up a cigarette and noticed dennis sigh in disgust.

he held my hand anyway.

walking into the club, i noticed the atmosphere had completely changed as there was dim, flashing, coloured lights and sweaty body grinding on each other to the loud music.

i smiled slightly, and then fully turning to look at dennis who looked extremely uncomfortable - despite the fact he was the one who brought us here.

even though the music was shit, i wanted to dance so i went to grab my boyfriends hand - cigarette still hanging from my lips. he shook his head and nurtured that he was going to get drinks.

i started swaying to the music, finding the beat and i was actually enjoying myself for once.

breathing in i blew out smoke into some guys face - forgetting all about my boyfriend.

he turned around and started to dance with, running his hands up and down my body and i felt electrical pulses shoot through body when his skin touched mine.

i couldn't see his face due to amount of smoke that was in the sweaty room but he had black hair, that seem slightly familiar.

the boys hand touched my waist and he pulled me closer, still grinding his hips against mine, and latching his lips on my neck. my cigarette hit the floor as i moaned slightly resting my head on his fluffy hair.

his tongue moved expertly against my sweaty skin, as he kissed and nipped the now sensitive skin. i moaned now, tugging at his hair. it was so soft and felt nice between my fingers. 

we stayed in that blissful moment for at least a half second until he bit down hard and my mind raced into reality. 

i pushed the boy away and he groans. i couldn't see clearly and i had left dennis all alone...

you don't care remember. you don't even like dennis. 

says the annoying voice in my head. 

i begin to walk away, to go find him but a firm grasp on my arm holds me into place. "what do you think your doing?" i ask turning back towards the black haired guy. 

as i did, i noticed familiar features as i took in the boy that i had encounted only a few hours ago. 

"you!" i screech and try to shove his arm off me but it wouldn't budge.

"me." he grinned, and he looked so attractive when he did that. i just stared at him in disbelief. "so where is this boyfriend of yours?"

"getting me a drink."

"oh so while he's 'getting you a drink' you're all over me. i don't believe it for a second."

i just stared at my feet, not wanting to meet with his gaze.

"come on edith, you don't really think you have me fooled when you say you have a boyfri-" but he was cut off. 

"edith?" dennis voice shouts over the music. the raven haired boy quickly lets go of my arm and i smirked - quickly turning back to dennis.

"babe! there you are, i was looking all over for you ."

"course you were." the boy mutturs under his breathe sarcastically, but only so that i can here.

"who is this?" dennis asks, raising an eyebrow. 

"nobody." i say at the same time the boy says "michael." 

i cover it up with a cough and say, "i mean yeah. this is michael - we just met." 

dennis smiles, completly oblivious of michael's smirk and holds out his hand to shake michaels. 

"hi i'm dennis." he says warmly, and i see michael try to cover up a laugh. 

yes his name is dennis. haha real funny. 

"hey." michael says casually looking back at me. dennis takes this oppotunity to snake his arm around my waist. "i better be off," michael shouts over the loud music and i remember we are still in the middle of the club - people were  given us weird looks now. "i have places to be, and people to see." 

michael runs his hand through his dark hair, smirks at me and puts a cigarette between his teeth before walking out of the exit door. 

right before he leaves he looks back, and i feel my breath get caught in my throat.

all i could think of was the sparks he ignited when his skin touched mine.  

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i love michael a lot