BLAKES P.O.V :
We're both sitting out the front smoking and creating small talk, its weird.
I can honestly admit; seeing her suck the cigarette making the end of the stick alight, then blowing out the smoke, watching her gaze at the clouded substance around her is admittedly very hot.
Stop watching her you dickhead.
I know, she knows that im going to ask her where shes staying or what her near future arrangements are. But, I can tell shes avoiding it or avoiding me bringing it up or avoiding the whole conversation all together.
"So where are you going to go from here?" I ask worrying with a blank tone.
She has no where to stay, shes basically homeless if she decides to be a stubborn bitch and leave.
She blows out the thick smoke making small rings and huffs; "I seriously don't know."
"You're always welcome here angel, you know that don't you?"
"Mhm" she gruffly remarks, obviously being ignorant to my warmth... I want her to stay with me.
"Stay here with me"
"W-What.?
"Stay her-" I go to repeat. she cuts me off; "No," Harper snaps. Bitch.
"Haha, what why?"
"Don't feel sorry for me, Im not going to be pitied."
I'm beginning to think I need her here aswell..
She's being unreasonable and difficult.
"I'm going to have a shower want to join?" I joke in order to change the subject.
While waiting for her reply, I rub the finished cigarette into the concrete and flick it onto the grass.
"Okay why not?" She shrugs
I freeze.
fucking what.
"I was playing, chill."
Oh.
I shake the shyness off me and speak up.
"Unless you want to?" I ease in confidence.
"Maby another day." Shes full of attitude today.
Go shower blake.
I grab a plain black shirt, boxers and black jeans and make my way outside.
"You're staying here with me by the wa-"
"No Blak-"
"It's final, you are so shut up." I endorse to her and flash a childish smirk.
"Fuck you."
"Mhmm."
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Standing in the secluded corner in the back yard showering, im yet again shivering uncontrollably.
"Harper!" I yell in hope she'll here me, I left my towel inside.
"What?!"
"I left my towel inside!"
"I'm comin' now, hold up" She shouts.
A few minutes later I here rustling behind the tree and see a fluorescent head pop through. I dont bother to mask myself, I hope it scars her.
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Addiction
Teen FictionHe’s discovering and wanting love... to be loved. She tries to avoid it at all costs. Well its kinda hard when your each others “Addiction.” Both gifted with the “bad” persona; Blake and Harper are two seventeen year olds constantly craving alcohol...