Bonnie sat alone on the couch staring aimlessly at the TV screen. She couldn't even tell you what she was watching, she couldn't focus on anything. She brought her blunt up to her lips and took a long puff, the feeling of that warm smoke filling her lungs felt better than a breath of fresh air. Fresh air would probably be better for her right now.
She could hear her phone blowing up besides her, message after message flooded in.
Fuck him.
She heard the click of the front door opening.
“Yo, trace? Tracy, you in? She's fucking kicked me out again – kicked me out of my own fucking crib. Bitch.” The man was slurring so much that bonnie could barely make out what he was saying. She chuckled to herself, taking another puff.
“Tracy?” The door to the living room swung open, “Oh, shit, sorry…Ion know he had company.”
“Tracy's out.” She shrugged, “I'm just crashing here.”
“Oh.”
A man of many words, she thought. Her head tilted to the side as she took in his bold appearance. He was so tall his bright pink hair almost touched the doorway he stood in. He was lanky, looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks - or slept, for that matter. The dark circles were almost as big as the browns eyes they sat below. He wore ripped black jeans and a white tee, his bare arms were covered in an array of tattoos. As were his hands. And neck. And face.
Bonnie grinned - he was cute as shit.
“He’ll prolly be back soon. You're welcome to wait with me.”
The man nodded and stepped further to the room - he was clearly bugging out. He looked like a baby taking his first steps as he stumbled to the couch. When he got closer she noticed that his pupils were so big you could hardly even see the brown - she started to question whether they were really brown at all.
He sat silently beside her.
“So,” She handed him the blunt, “You got a name?”
He took a hit, “They call me Peep.”
She snorted, "What, like little Bo peep? Where's your sheep?”
He smirked and sunk further into the couch looking far more relaxed, “I left them at home.”
“Ah.”
“They're all tucked into bed, you see.”
She smiled at him, taking back her blunt.
“Do I get to know yours?”
“Bonnie.”
“Where's clyde?”
She grinned and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I believe the pigs caught him.”
“Bastards.”
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, wordlessly passing the blunt. “I don't mean to be upfront but…you one of Tracy's bitches or what?”
She scoffed, face scrunching at the mere notion, “I'm no one's bitch - and even the suggestion is disgusting. Tracy's like a brother to me. That's practically incest.”
Bonnie felt like she could physically see the cogs ticking in his brain, like he was attempting to form a thought.
“Wait, you ain't Bo, are you?”
“Yeah.”
“Little Bo?”
“Oh, jesus. Trace calls me that to his friends?”
He nodded.
“God, he's an embarrassment.”
“Yeah, your brother call you that too.” He chuckled, “How is your brother, by the way?”
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CRYBABY ☆ lil peep
Fanfiction" I shoulda curved you, I know I'm the worst boo " ... rest easy, hellboy.
