"we already fucked, might as well get attached.", i shrugged pacing the workshop. ive been here not even a month yet, and I already found someone I care about- and no, not just because we fucked.
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"How'd you end up there anyways?", Luschek asked as he held the door open for me, what a fucking gentlemen. Not, but I mean he's cute.
"That Christmas play.", I said still in shock of what just happened. I took a seat at a table, shaking as I brought my hands to my chin. "I didn't want to go- I wanted air, and- and instead I just, I could've helped. I freaked out like a little bitch."
"Ah, c'mon. Chapmans a crazy bitch, nobody actually likes her-"
"I don't care about Chapman, the little one-"
"You're littler then Doggit-", he interrupted.
"Just shut up!", I yelled throwing my arms down on the table and putting my forehead on top of them. "I am just as guilty as Chapman is, I could've saved the Doggit girl, I didn't."
I sat up annoyedly. The second I turn to Luschek, about to open my mouth to panic some more, I felt a pair of lips on mine.
The kiss was quick, ended almost a second later, but not short enough to call a peck. I blushed, figuring it was a nice way of tell me to shut up.
I looked down at my knees, biting the inside of my bottom lip nervously. That kiss, our considered first, was magical. It felt so right.
I kept my head down but looked at him through my eyelashes, then quickly moving to kiss him. I was mostly kissing his bottom lip when I felt his tongue trying to make it's way to my mouth.
I let it. I heard him let out a groan and pulled me off the stool and onto his lap where I started laughing into the awkward kissing we were doing.
I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled away, resting my forehead to his. I felt uncomfortable and hurriedly got off of him and sat on the stool I was on before.
I looked down at my thighs, again, and wiped my mouth in case there was anything left there. "I'm gonna go.", I said standing up, feeling flustered and over the top awkward.
"Was it the tongue? I just have a habit for going straight for it.", he asked and I saw him chuckling.
I quickly shook my head, not saying anything. "I have... weed will that make you stay?", I heard him ask me. I turned around, not so much for the weed but hearing him ask me to stay- he wanted me to stay.
Luschek. The most unromantic guy in the world asked me to stay. What a dork. "Only for the weed.", I joked and walked back over to him.
"Fair enough.", he said. I watched him sit at his desk for a few minutes and I took a set closer to his desk then where we were previously.
He came back holding a blunt between his chubby fingers, I giggled to him as flung my head on top my arm that was laid on the table.
He handed it to me and I took a puff of smoke into my mouth and then let it out, I handed it back and sighed. "His name was Michael Rumio.", I said smiling at his name.
I could see his newborn blue eyes, of course it was just because he had been born minutes ago that they were blue- neither of us had blue eyes-, and nearly bald head in dark images in my brain.
I remembered how sweaty and disgusting I was and how worth it that was.
Luschek looked at me with sympathy. "I'm not going to break down here, happy thoughts bitch. My baby boys name was Michael Rumio Alaniz, I wouldn't give him Donnies last name no matter what he told me."
"You would've been a great mom-"
"Oh I will be a great mom.", I corrected. "Even if I see him when he's 7 or 8, I'll spoil the shit out of him. Give him the fucking world, discipline his ass to the moon but he will have everything he needs to inspire him to be a good kid."
"Yeah? What about Donnie, are you going back to him?", Luschek asked. I looked down and shrugged.
"I have nowhere else to go.", I said. "I won't stay, it'll take time but I will slowly gather my shit and one day I'll take my baby- child I guess he'll be- and run."
"I find that hard to believe, you said you loved him. Does love go away?", he said, genuinely then asking.
"No, but neither does hate.", I said smiling awkwardly. I'm not surprised he wouldn't know, I'm really not.
Ok I forgot my own story shit ok I'm so so sorry about the updates. Really my main excuse is none of your guys' business, sorry to say, but I'll try and update more. I'm upset about how the next season is going to play out, Maritza and Flaca separated is dangerous for M's health at this point.
Two different prisons all because of Susan and Pisshead. I don't know how I'm going to feel about the new season. Just uhg idk if I'm ready.
