Knock, knock, bitch I'm kicking in the front door
Live forever, get them motherfucking blunts rolled
Now I pull up and I get it how I want, hoe
Now I pull up, not on purpose, and I stunt, hoe
Bonnie heard the front door swinging open, she continued to roll while humming along to this newly discovered song.
I got problems with your motherfucking god
I been working like I never had a job
“Have you ever had a job?” Bo asked curiously when the pink haired boy walked in.
“Yes?” He blinked blankly, then clocked onto the song that was playing. He laughed a little, “I worked in a seafood restaurant for a while. It was shit. Had to cut up crabs.”
“You were wasted in that place.” She answered, “Your shits good.”
“Thanks.” He sat beside her, “I didn't think you'd actually listen.”
“Why wouldn't I? Been stalking your shit all day.”
“...thanks?”
“You're welcome.”
He looked closer at the girl, now that he was sober(ish) he was beginning to think that her face really was familiar. He was right last night.
“Had we met before?”
“Yes, last night. We shared a bed, remember? Maybe they all merge into one.” She laughed, “How high were you?”
“No, no - before that.”
“I don't think so.”
“No, we’ve definitely met. I couldn't forget that face.”
“Wow, that ugly, huh?”
“That pretty.” He corrected, “For real, where do I know you from?”
“I work in a club, maybe you seen me there? It's just off the freeway.”
“What club?” He spoke again before she even had the chance to open her mouth, “MJs.” he clicked, eyes sparkling like he'd just found the final piece to his puzzle.
“What?”
“That's just off the freeway. That's where you work, right?"
She sparked her blunt and nodded.
“You was outside puffing when we pulled up, I tried to talk to you but you walked away."
"Shit, that do sound like me."
"That's cuz it was you. You served me a drink later in the night -I remember it. I was flirting and shit, the guy behind the bar told me to fuck off."
She laughed, cheeks tinting red - she remembered that night too.
“That type of shit happens a lot.”
He glanced at her, “I’m not surprised.”
She took a puff and passed, a smirk growing on her face, “Course you go to MJs.”
“Only been there once. Was a friend's birthday.”
“Your friend sounds classy.” She joked.
He shrugged, “Nothing wrong with the occasional strip show…Hol’ on, you ain't old enough to work at a place like that.”
“It's called a fake ID…and you ain't old enough to go to a place like that.”
“It's called a fake ID.” He echoed.
The song faded out, and on came the next.
Juggin on a Friday, saw you on the freeway
How could I forget that face? I don't even know your name
I'm in love with a ghost girl, all alone in a lonely world
I just really wanna find her, ima do another line first
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CRYBABY ☆ lil peep
Fanfiction" I shoulda curved you, I know I'm the worst boo " ... rest easy, hellboy.
