"Give a little time to me, to burn this out, well play hide and seek to turn this around. All I want is the taste that your lips allow."
—Give me Love by Ed Sheeran
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[ S O P H I A ]
"Oh my god. Max, my head is killing me. Please. Not another roller coaster ride." I practically beg my boyfriend who being the idiot he was, ignored my pleas completely.
Jerk.
Entwining my fingers with his own, he kisses our hands tangled together and smiles at me. Not a flirty smile or a cocky one, just a smile that could expose out his inner self.
There was so much good to this bad boy and he didn't even know that. No one knew that.
"Hey? Nash left me all alone an—" a voice breaks all the romance in the air and I groan. Ugh. Life is such a bitch. Really. He stops in mid sentence after seeing me.
But when I look down to the owner of the voice, I just want to touch his cheeks. Standing by my leg and yanking my skirt is a little blonde boy who seems that he hasn't hit even by puberty yet.
But oh my lord, is he so freaking adorable. He is a blonde little cute boy, looking like the exact replica of a younger version of Harry Styles —except that he is blond. He's got these big beautiful green eyes and rosy red cheeks. He would be hardly 10, I think. His hair is side swept and damn, he looks good for a person not yet hit by puberty.
"Max? Why is this girl eye raping me?" He says in his British accent. Oh Harry Styles much? He yanks my skirt one more time until its about to peel off of my skin.
"What the fuck? What are you doing Jax? Get your little hands off of her!" Yells Max, brushing off his hands from my skirt. Sheesh.
"You little twat! Who even told you what's eye raping exactly?!" Growls a furious Max at the poor boy.
I immediately push Max by the chest lightly, "Hey, it's okay." I say and turn to the little boy.
"I'm so gonna tell mom and dad you shouted the F word. You are gonna be grounded! Ha!" He says, pointing a finger at Max. Okay, I admit, this boy has some guts. I mean, fingering Max Eric Anderson? Whoa.
I could salute this little dude.
Wait...'I'm gonna tell mom and dad..?' Um...did I miss something here?
"Who is this adorable lilttle kid Max?" I snicker, bending on my knees and coming on to eye level with the little boy. I ruffle his blond messy hair and he smiles at me, a casual light smile. Max sighs heavily before plopping down into crouching position beside me.
"Sophia, this is Jax. Short for Jaxon." He nods at Jax and gives him a confused look.
"Hi Sophia, I am Jax. You must be his girlfriend, right? Well, I am his brother." He grins from ear to ear.
What? Brother?!
"You had a brother? What the..?"
"Shush! No! No cursing in front of the kid!" Max quickly covers my mouth with his hand. Oh, no cursing in front of Jax.
Once he releases me, I breathe..and breath and breathe. That's better.
"Yeah Sophia. So my little brother, Jaxson here," he ruffles blondie's hair, "Is not my blood brother. Nor is his sister."
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bad boy kisses (completed) ✔
Teen Fiction[ I wrote this back in 2017 when bad boy stories and cringe was very popular, the only reason I'm putting this back out there is because it serves as evidence on how much I have grown as a writer. ] Previously known as Kissed by the Bad Boy. _____...
