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𖤣𖥧𖡼𖤣𖥧 Gabriella 𖤣𖥧𖡼𖤣𖥧

"Fog up the windows in the parking lot"

My mam was driving me insane. From her 'concern' about Joey, to her comments about my weight—it felt as if I were trapped in hell.

And while Joey and I were good, or as good as we could be. I was sinking.

The claws of hunger were tearing at my insides like pleas for sustenance. But I ignored them, too focused on the five pounds I had lost.

I knew Joey was worried, I could see it when he looked at me, or when he slid me a pack of crisps at lunch time. It was his silent way of begging me to eat. And fuck, I'd become an expert at faking it.

Now that I avoided the lunch hall like the plague—thanks to my illicit photos being leaked—it was a lot easier to avoid lunch in general. I hid in the library, or sat on the back field. Anywhere that didn't have people with judgemental eyes staring at me like some sort of rodent.

And while I was sinking, Joey was drowning. The drugs had stopped—to my knowledge—but the bruises were constant and the sadness in his eyes was blatant. It hurt me, seeing him like that, knowing that he was in pain and nothing could make it stop.

"I'm okay," Joey assured me for the hundredth time, his fingers tracing shapes on my thigh.

We were sitting in the backseat of my car, which was parked in the back corner of the beach parking lot. The sun was setting, casting rays of sunlight through the front windscreen, making Joey's green eyes look even more mesmerizing.

I was straddling his lap, my skirt pooling at my hips, as he stroked my thighs and made heat build in my core.

"You can tell me, Joe," I grabbed his face with my hands. "If somethings wrong."

He leaned his head back on the head rest of the seat, his jaw flexing as he did so. "It's the same shit as always." He blew out a breath, "Dad's on a warpath, Mam's a fucking mess and I'm in the middle."

"You're so strong, Joey," I brushed his hair off his forehead. "I love you."

His gaze softened, "I love you too, Gabs."

While he'd said it before, the words still made my heart melt. Joey Lynch wasn't the type of lad to throw those words around lightly, which it made it mean so much more.

I pressed my lips to his, sinking into his touch. He parted his lips, letting our tongues brush against each others. Joey Lynch was a man of many talents—kissing being one of them.

He slid his hands further up my thighs, making me gasp and press my hips harder against his. He groaned in response, a smile pulling at my lips.

I was shy, I always had been, but with Joey I felt like I could really be me. While sex was still nerve wracking, I'd gotten a lot braver, a lot bolder.

And while he'd only taken my virginity a couple of weeks ago, we'd been doing other stuff since before Christmas break. I'd grown accustomed to his lips on my neck, and his hands in my knickers—two things I now throughly enjoyed.

I rocked my hips back and forth, our lips still moving in perfect synchronicity. And without an ounce of hesitation Joey's fingers trailed the edge of my knickers, each brush against my flesh making me gasp.

"Are you okay with doing this here?" He pulled his lips off mine and asked.

Here being the obviously public parking lot. There was next to no cars around, and not a single person in view, so I gave him a shrug.

"I just want you," I felt my cheeks flush. "I don't care if it's here."

He smirked, diving back in to kiss me, while pushing my underwear to the side. When his fingers brushed my core, I gasped, arching my back in the process.

He began moving his fingers in slow, drugging circles, while my body coiled tight with desire. My hands tugged at his hair, trying to find stability while I slowly lost myself in his touch.

He then pushed a finger inside me, my gasps turning to moans as he began sliding it in and out. He added another, doubling the pleasure trickling up my spine.

"Joey," I moaned, my hands sliding down to clutch his shoulders.

"That's my girl," he grinned at me, his eyes full of lust as he made a mess of me with his fingers.

I felt my body tense, every muscle chasing my high, my thighs squeezing against Joey's hips.

"Oh god," I forced out as my body trembled with pleasure.

"That's it, ride it out, Gabs," he coaxed, as my orgasm washed over me.

My head fell to his shoulder, as I continued to shake with pleasure, his fingers slowing and his lips pressing kisses to the top of my head. He gently pulled his fingers out of me, bringing them to his mouth with his eyes locked on mine.

"You're perfect, y'know," he grinned. "Fucking perfect."

I smiled, my cheeks flushing, "you're pretty perfect too, Joe."

I readjusted myself, and slipped off his lap, moving to bury my face in his chest. His arm wrapped around me like a blanket of comfort. I let my eyes flutter closed, the pure exhaustion of not eating hitting me.

"I wish I could stay here forever," Joey whispered, his eyes trained on the front windscreen.

"Yeah, me too," I agreed, snuggling closer.

While Joey had it worse than me, we both came from dysfunctional families and at times we were each other's only solace.

So even if I was sinking and he were drowning, we were each other's life lines. The reasons for keeping our heads above water and fighting to stay alive.

Because in a world of anger and pain, he was the opposite. Joey Lynch was the thing that made life worth it. He turned my mother's hateful words to white noise.

And as long as he was breathing, I'd be his lifeline as well.