♡☠︎𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓹𝓼𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓮☠︎♡

♡ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 ♡

I woke up in the living room. I don't remember coming out here. At all. I got up and quickly used the bathroom. I went into my room and laid down on my bed. I grabbed my phone and turned it off of airplane mode. I went to my messages and saw Angel texted me. I checked the time.

3:35 AM. I sighed and texted him back. I heard loud moaning from across the hall. Ain't NO MOTHER FUCKING WAY IN HELL!! I went wide eyed. I continued hearing it. I almost threw up. The worst part is NONE of my headphones are charged. Meaning I can't listen to music to drown it out. I gagged. I don't want to hear this, at all. I would rather be roadkill.

Then listen to them. I cringed. I called Angel. He answered. "Holy shit, you're alive?!" He giggled. "Mark my words. I. WISH. I. WAS. DEAD. RIGHT. NOW." I whisper yelled. "Why?" He asked. "You don't hear it?" I asked. "No?" He said, confused. "My parents are fucking, And NONE of my headphones are charged so I can't drown it out. She's so fucking loud. I wish I was dead right now." I squeaked.

"You're so dramatic." He said. "I'M DRAMATIC?! BE SO FOR REAL RIGHT NOW!! I DO NOT WANNA LISTEN TO MY FATHER FUCK MY MOTHER!!" I squeaked. "You act like we haven't ever done that, especially with my entire family in my house." He said. "I was extra quiet!" I defended. "Every time I told you to hold on you would whine impatiently." He said. "I was severely turned on. I can defend myself on that." I said. "Mhm." He hummed.

"This feels so wrong." I said. "What does?" He asked. "Oh my fucking god, this is so wrong and weird." I said. "Are you turned on?" He asked. "No." I lied. "You're turned on." He giggled. "I swear on my momma, I'm not turned on." I lied again. "If she starts choking I'm gonna kick your ass for lying to me." He said.

"Why would I lie to you? That's not something I'd do." I lied. "You're lying to me." He said. "How do you know?" I asked. "Because, you want me to go back." He said. Son of a bitch, he's smart. Very smart. I should've never tutored him. I gave him my intelligence. "Tell me the truth." He said. I sighed and smiled slightly. "I'm turned on." I said seductively. "Ah! I told you!" He squealed.

"Mh." I hummed. "What are you going to do to yourself?" He asked. "Fuck you." I said. "How in gods green earth are you going to fuck me when I'm 10 hours away?" He asked. "You know what I meant." I said. "I'm just annoying you." He laughed. "It's working." I rolled my eyes. "You're lucky I'm not sitting next to you. I would be choking the fuck out of you for rolling your eyes at me." He said. "I bet you would." I said. "Asshole." He said.

"Fuck you." I said. "You would enjoy that, wouldn't you?" He asked. I turned my sexy time playlist on. The first song to come on was 'Haunted by Beyoncé.' I started singing it.

"And I've been drifting off on knowledge
Cat-calls on cat-walks, man these women getting solemn
I could sing a song for a Solomon or Salamander
We took a flight at midnight and now my mind can't help but wander
How come?
Spoon-fed pluralized eyes to find the beaches in the forest
When I'm looking off the edge, I preach my gut it can't help but ignore it
I'm climbing up the walls 'cause all the shit I hear is boring
All the shit I do is boring
All these record labels boring
I don't trust these record labels I'm torn." I paused.

"All these people on the planet
Working 9 to 5, just to stay alive
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
All the people on the planet
Working 9 to 5 just to stay alive
How come?" I paused and took a huge breath in.

"What goes up, ghost around
Ghost around
What goes up, ghost around
Ghost around
Around
Around
Around
Around
Around
Around
Around." I sang perfectly in tune.

"Soul not for sale
Probably won't make no money off this, oh well
Reap what you sow
Perfection is so mmm
It's what you do
It's what you see
I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me." I looked at my window.

"It's where we go
It's where we'll be
I know if I'm on to you, I'm on to you
On to you, you must be on to me
My haunted lungs
Ghost in the sheets
I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me
My wicked tongue
Where will it be?
I know if I'm onto you, I'm on to you
On to you, I'm on to you
On to you, you must be on to me." I sang.

"You want me?
I walk down the hallway
You're lucky
The bedroom's my runway
Slap me!
I'm pinned to the doorway
Kiss, bite
My haunted lungs (foreplay)
Ghost in the sheets
I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me
My wicked tongue
Where will it be
I know if I'm onto you, you must be onto me." I paused again.

"It's what we see
I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me
It's where we go
It's where we'll be
I know if I'm onto you, I'm onto you
Onto you, I'm onto you
Onto you, you must be onto me
You must be onto me (on to you, I'm on to you)
You must be onto me (on to you, I'm on to you)
You must be onto me (on to you, I'm on to you)
Me (on to you, I'm on to you)
Me (on to you, I'm on to you)
Me (on to you, I'm on to you)
Me (on to you, I'm on to you)
Me (on to you, I'm on to you)." I finished.

I looked down at my phone and saw Angel. He was admiring me. He's so adorable. I love him so much. "Bubba?" I asked. "Hm?" He hummed back. "I love you." I giggled. "I love you too." He smiled. "Weird request. But, can we masturebate together?" I asked. I haven't done this before, but you only live once.

"Can you repeat yourself?" He asked. "I'm not repeating myself." I said. "I'm joking! God, I'm not alone yet, but, I can go to my room." He said. "Please." I said. He got up and went into his room. I sighed. I got up and closed my door. I turned my tv up and laid back down on my bed. "Is now a bad time to say that I've never done this?" I asked. "No, just do what I usually do to you." He said. I nodded and gently slipped my fingers into my mouth.

"What are you doing?" He asked. "Lubricant." I answered. I pulled my fingers out of my mouth and gently pushed them inside me. I gasped slightly. I gently put my hand on my end table and gripped it. I groaned at myself. "Jesus- fuck." I groaned. "You're so sensitive." He said. "Fuck you." I groaned. "Jesus." He said.

I waited a second and started gently thrusting my fingers in and out of me. I threw my head back and breathed in. I let out a quiet whimper. "Good girl." Angel praised. I started fingering myself faster. Making me tighten my grip on my end table. I released and furrowed my eyebrows. Why in gods green fucking earth did I finish that fast? I'm lost. I usually last a while. "Angel." I said, scared.

"Hm?" He asked. "I just released." I said. He furrowed his eyebrows and side eyed me. "You did what?" He asked. "I just released." I said. "That wasn't even a minute." He said. "I know. I think there's something wrong with me." I said. "There's something definitely wrong with you. That's not normal for you." He said.

"I'm gonna get in to see a gynecologist hopefully tomorrow." I said. "Good idea." He said. "Can we fall asleep on the phone?" I asked. "Yeah." He answered. I put my phone on my Mountain Dew can and put it on the charger. I laid down and he did the same. After a few minutes we both fell asleep.