"Smoking kills."
"So what?"
He chuckled deeply. "You shouldn't be smoking, thats all." I sighed and took another drag, leaning back on the lawn chair.
We didn't say anything for about half an hour. He finally spoke up. "I need to go run some arrands. Will you be okay by yourselg?"
I scoffed. "I'm almost 18, I think I'll be fine." I was actually scared to death. I turned around slightly and his face was full of seriousness. "Don't leave the house, got it? I'll be back later." He kissed the top of my head and swiftly left the room.
I groaned and threw the butt on the ground. As I got up, I stepped on it wiht my bare foot. Inside the room, clothes were lying on the end of the bed. I guess he set them out for me. It was a red tank top and grey sweat pants. The shirt was surely a girls.
I put the clothes on and threw my curly hair into a messy bun. I figured I would go downstairs and find me something to eat.
I went down the elevator and walked to the kitchen. In the background, I could hear music playing.
I searched around his pantry and found a granola bar. Well, he doesn't eat alot. I tore the wrapper off and stumbled into the huge living room.
The song that was on sounded very fimilar. I found a remote laying under the couch and I pressed the volume button. The music got louder and I squealed excitedly. It was Ariana Grande!
I'd like to say we gave it a try, I'd like to blame it all on life
maybe we just weren't right
but that's a lie, that's a lie
I sang along softly, picking up trash along the way. I went to the kitchen, throwing away what was in my hands.
cause sooner or later, we'll wonder why we gave up
truth is everyone knows
almost, almost is never enough
so close to being in love
I twirled a little bit, dancing to the music. This song just means so much to me.
I made a full 360, bumping into someones chest. "Oh, I'm sorry-"
I looked up and it was the blondie. "Nice dance moves." He smriked and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Were you watching me?'
"Maybe."
"I thought you hand to run some-"
"Trust me, I'd rather watch you dance."
I lifted my arms and rested them around his neck. He pulled me closer to him. His smell was intoxicating, I could go into a coma.
We swayed gently to the music, me humming along.
I didn't know this guy, or remember his name, but I don't care. This moment was perfect, and I woulnd't mind it lasting forever.
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hehe i like this chapter. well this is the last update for a while, because im most likely grounded for 2 weeks. but enjoy! #riall dO YOU SHIP IT BECAUSE I DOOO :-))))
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FanfictionWhat would you do if your mom was abusive and your dad was a drunk? What if you had to become a stripper to make money? Well, that's Randy for ya. Randy is 17 and is currently living the shittiest life. Her mom doesn't do anything around the house...