pleasure; h.s

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"i want it all,"

"i want the pain, that comes with it."

"but mostly the pleasure,"

"the pleasure of being with you" 

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 the lights blinking everywhere, the hands raised in the air, and the bodies moving together. the girl in the back casually looking at her phone and putting a strand of hair behind her ear, she doesn't want to be here but of course, she was forced to by her friends. everyone dancing and having the time of their lives, she just wanted to be alone. alone in her room, where she could draw, write, and listen to music she could actually understand. 

finally leaving her spot, she tries her best to walk through the sea of teenagers who couldn't care less of the random girl walking past them. the girl passed through them and entered the kitchen where all the drugs and liquor is being passed around. this was definitely not her group of people, she decided to go to the backyard, wishing it could have fewer people. her wish was granted, there were about eight people outside but most of them were smoking. she liked the smell of cigarettes but never smoked.

she found a random chair and decided to take the spot, she sighed and rolled her head back and closed her eyes. once she opened them she could see a random boy hanging out with the group of boys besides the pool, he had curly hair and he looked tall from her point of view. was he new? she thought, she basically knew everyone that attended the party. she took out her phone and just scrolled through her instagram feed of endless posts of her friends partying. 

"why would a pretty girl like you, be out here then dancing inside?" a thick accent spoke 

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pleasure