your parents knew about me.
they always questioned why my hair was always a mess. why i always wore dark, ripped clothes. why i had tattoos when i was so young. why they could hear faint cuss words from the direction of your room whenever i was over. why they could hear moaning from your room when i came over sometimes.
so they stopped letting me come over.
but we were in love, and that wasn't gonna stop us.
YOU ARE READING
rebel∦j.jk
Fanfictionwe're like bonnie and clyde. lowercase intended+trigger warnings.