SO STEVEN IS 18 & ALASKA IS 20. AIGHT? AIGHT.
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CHAPTER THREE - BIKE RIDES AND GETTING HIGH
{ALASKA - 3 DAYS AFTER THE KISS}
"Alaska have you be avoiding me?" Stevens voice said huskily over the phone. did he just wake up? if so, why is he calling me?
"how'd you get my number?" I asked.
"a co-worker of yours." he said, I could practically see his smirk now.
"dammit, fuck you Isabel." I muttered, earning a laugh.
"you still didn't answer my question." he said, dragging out the last word.
"oh uh..I haven't b-been avoiding you." I said, it sounded more like a question.
"pshh. cmon Alaska." he said, trying to get a confession. I liked the way it sounded when he said my name, it made me feel bubbly.
"okay I seriously wasn't avoiding you.. I've been.. busy. that's all. uh I'll stop by if you want? we could maybe go to the beach or somethin." I said while twirling a clump of my hair.
"okay come by my house. wear something casual." he said
"it's not like I was gonna dress up for you." I said cheekily.
"mehhh." he said
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we talked about nothing for about thirty minutes before I hung up. I got up out of bed, put on my slippers and walked to the restroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing the t-shirt Steven had given me, which made me smile. it brought back memories.. memories of when we kissed, of how his touch caused me to get goosebumps. I remember the way he looked at me.. I then began to freak out.
I thought about everything that could possibly go wrong today with him. after tormenting myself, I undressed and hopped into the tub for a nice warm bath. I sighed and said "this is just what I needed."
after bathing, I dressed into some 'Daisy Duke' denim shorts, a 'Foo Fighters' faded black tattered t-shirt, and matte black combat boots. I blow dried then brushed my black hair a few times before putting it up into a messy bun. there were strands of hair poking out and stuff but I was digging it.
I then applied about three coats of mascara once I curled them. I put on a thin coat of Chapstick. that was all for my makeup.
I called Steven. "hey uh, I'm ready. could you pick me up? my dumb brother took my fucking car."
Steven chuckled. "sure thing buttercup."
"stop with the nicknames you fuckshit." I said and hung up. I couldn't help but smile afterwards. I placed my phone on my stomach and sighed happily.
* * *
"hey a-- what the fucking fuck! foo fighters?! whoa that's a sick ass shirt oh my god can I have it?" he said.
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THE CHASE ; book one
Fanfiction"please answer the phone. I really do miss you, I miss us. I miss the sweet taste of your laughter in my mouth and the hotness of your breath. I miss feeling our heart beats combine into one. I miss the softness of your kiss and the redness in your...
