Sal Vulcano love story

My 18th Birthday-Part One.

It was the day before my birthday,just a few hours away. It'd be 8:58 p.m,and the anticipation had been driving me crazy.  18 years old.

"I can't believe it." I said to my mom.

And she smiled back, "I know,Hermosa.My baby girl is getting so big!"

We were on our way home from the supermarket,and lord I couldn't be happier to get home-too much food,too many bags to carry in-...

Never mind,let the ride be longer.

I turned the radio on,everything was boring.  Long narrow roads.

Taylor Swift,hell no-

Ariana Grande-nah

A song by the Weeknd was playing,and it sounded so gooood.

Baby you smell good
Cause they warned me bout your type girl
I've been ducking left and right
Baby you're no good
Think I fell for you, I fell for you, I fell for you
You got me puttin' time in, time in
Nobody got me feeling this way
You probably think I'm lying, lying
I'm used to bitches comin' right 'way
You got me touchin' on your body
You got me touchin' on your body
To say that we're in love is dangerous
But girl I'm so glad we're acquainted

I was getting lost in the song,

Swimming in the pool of guilt and shame,and drowning in the ocean of lust. I closed my eyes and saw the tall man with scruffy black hair,and green eyes.

My heart sank. 

Oh no.

Think I fell for you,fell for you- I fell for you.