it was silent in the car, but it was comfortable
"Tell me about yourself." i move my gaze to him
"Is that a demand beautiful?" a small smile appeared
i shrug my shoulders looking out the window
"What do you want to know?" he turns a corner
i chew the insides of my cheek thinking of a question
"Your favorite color would be a nice start."
"I like black and navy blue." he turns another corner
"You're boring."
he chuckles lightly
"You're cute." i felt my skin burn
he smirks
our conversation ends as we pull up into a parking lot of a small bar
we get out the car and his hand meets mine
i look down to it and smile a bit
the bar was a little dusty and had drunk adults splattered around
X goes over to the bartender and orders us two beers
he handed me one and gulped his down heartily
i eye mine for awhile then sipped it
the cold liquid burned down my throat slowly
he pulled me onto the dance floor and we swayed to the beat
i slowly started feeling the beat and whipped my body back and forth
is this freedom?
he rested his hands on my lower back and I hugged his chest
the alcohol started to kick in and i grind my body against his
sweat is trailing down our bodies
slowly i felt tired and he led me back to his car
this is freedom
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bad boy
Short Storybad boy a cigarette always placed between your pink lips your dark hair layered in front of your scintillating blue eyes a frown always plastered, to as if it was drawn with permanent marker vodka buried in your trunk dark clothing matching your...