beautiful disaster // j.s

nine- pain

John's P.O.V**

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I couldn't sleep so I switched to my home remedy; basically for everything. Hennessy and a joint, obviously.

I lit the end of my heaven and built smoke layers, puffs over puffs.

I didn't realize how beautiful it was outside at night, city lights plastered around L.A.

Rambunctious thoughts took over my mind; Aspen was a beautiful girl, shy but you could definitely make her bad for a night or two, but after all, she was just a girl. So why did I crave her touch?

"Swazz? Yo bruhhh! What's up my man!?" Nate's voice startled, yet bought me to reality.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"Ya buzzed without us?" Derek swung an arm over my shoulder. I passed him a smoke and let the beautiful city sink into my eyes. I wonder what she was doing right now? Probably sleeping, I chuckled.

"Fill me in, what's funny?" Nate now had the smoke I passed to Derek.

I didn't answer; instead, I snatched my smoke back. I wasn't in the mood of answering shit.

"Just leave me the fuck alone." I said, letting a puff and two out.

"Jeez dude, the fuck is your problem?" Derek asked.

"Nothing, I just want to be alone." I tried not to make a big deal about it.

"Okay, we'll- we'll just see you tomorrow." Nate said, leading Derek and himself out and leaving me standing with a joint placed in between my finger; alone.

I looked over the the night sky, beautiful. I let out a few more puffs before lighting another one up.

The heat of the fire, made me feel so alive. Within every puff, I felt like heaven was cast over me. I grabbed the Hennessy bottle and took long gulps, filling my rambunctious mind.

I disposed the bottle on the pale ground and walked in the door of my house. My vision was blurry and my heart beat raced, and my head ached.

I walked to my room and into the bathroom. I glanced up which revealed, red bags under my chocolate brown eyes.

"Fuck!" I shouted and my fist met the glass; so much for a mirror.

"God, John. You sc-scared-" "My- your fist." Aspen raced towards me and caressed my broken, bruised fist. Little blood peeked through; but once her cold hands reached mine, little blood wasn't close.

"I woke you." I spoke softly. I groaned as she placed a finger on the source of the bleeding.

"Hold still." She demanded.

"Oka-" I was cut off when her finger reached my lip and our eyes locked through one another.

"Please John- let me help." She pleaded. With a nod, she was gone.

She came back with a first aid kit and a cup of ice and a piece of cloth.

I sat on the bathroom counter and she stood between my legs. She covered the piece of cloth with three of the ice cubes she had bought with her.

She placed it on my sore knuckles and brushed it lightly back and forth. She unconsciously roughened her pace. I groaned as the pain grew.

"Sorry." She whispered.

I placed my right hand over hers, to notify her to stop.

"Does it- does it hurt?" She asked.

"No-" I lied.

"Liar." She giggled slightly.

I smiled; she had a beautiful laugh; as beautiful as delicate rosemary roses; and those sunrises that you can't keep your sleepy eyes off of.

"Your beautiful; Aspen." My mouth curved at the end. Thinking out loud ehh? I gulped hard, placed my head down and when my eyes landed to hers, she stood still.

"You are-are um too?" She blushed.

I laughed, my hands gripped her delicate hips and pulled her close. Closer than I intended, her cheeks flushed and her head hung low.

"Look at me." I whispered. She looked into my eyes; vulnerable and weak.

"Aspen, your parents are here." Laine slammed the front door, she was home. She ran into the room before we had the chance to disperse.

"Um-okay." Aspen tugged away from my hard grasp of her tiny body.

I wrapped the piece of cloth between my thumb and pointer finger and hopped off the counter and followed Aspen out the bathroom and to the front of the door where her parents waited for her. Aspen's father was light tanned, tall, and slim. He had glasses and a suit stuck to his body. Her mother; pale, skinny, and short.

Aspen's father looked back a couple times, specifically towards me, but that was the last of Aspen I saw. She dispersed in thin air. "Fuck." I whispered under my breathe and walked to the kitchen for another night of Hennessy and some weed.