It was around midnight, Violet and I lying on the hood of my car, blunt between my lips and our legs entangled as we looked up and watched the stars.
"You were right about Mark, you know. That guy was a total dickhead in every sense of the word, and i've met and dealt with my fair share. But I get your confusion about your Dad. He definitely wasn't the nicest guy you'll ever meet, but I could he was... kind of trying. Like a half-assed paper he didn't really know how to write sort of thing," she told me, turning over and grabbing the blunt from my mouth and taking a puff for herself.
"Yeah. Mark is literally the worst. If anyone thought me as a fuckboy was bad for the year or so, they should meet Mark. Ever since his balls dropped, he's been playing girls left, right, and center, and bragging about it. I honestly think the only time he ever cared about me or what I did in the slightest was when I started to turn into him, and now that i'm changing, he's turned back into his old, shitty self," I confessed, pressing a kiss to to her cheek.
"Well, just for the record, i'm glad you're changing. My gamble saying yes to you payed off," she joked, cuddling farther into my side.
"Your gamble?" I laughed, turning over to the girl whose body was curled around with mine and raising my eyebrows. I had to ask you out a grand total of four times before you finally agreed to be my girlfriend after three dates. Pretty much all high school couples make it official even before the first date."
"Well maybe it wasn't that much of a gamble, I was smart before and I made sure I played hard to get- to see if you actually were going to try. I don't think it would've turned out great if you gave up after the first sudo-rejection," Violet admitted, raising her perfectly-sculpted eyebrows back at me with a little chuckle.
"Eh, true. But i'm a stubborn son of a bitch, and if I want something, i'm not going to give up until I have it. You were no exception to that rule, even with you being the exception to about every other rule I had before I met you. You know, the no emotional connections, the no chivalry, the fuckboy, et cetera. You had to fit into the old me somehow," I teased, booping her nose with my finger, making her face scrunch up. "You're cute when you're annoyed with me."
"Have I ever told you about the stories of girls coming up to me after that party?" She asked, putting strands of her behind her ears and nestling her head in my bare neck, my tie long forgotten and the first 3 buttons on my previously stuffy shirt unbuttoned.
"No," I replied, taken aback, turning my gaze down at the beautiful girl curled up on my body. "Who? What? Where? When? Why? But like, literally? I know i've got a pretty shitty reputation, but enough for people to try and scare off a girl I put the moves in on?"
"Oh, try and scare me off? That's an understatement. One set of them threatened to hurt me, like physically, or put my the entire rest of my high school career through hell by isolating me if I didn't back off from you. Even though you were, and maybe are, a fuckboy, the popular girls of Catalina High are very protective of their own respective fuckboys," she joked, smiling up at me and offering a quick wink and smirk. "The other set I think I could call the 'battered women.' My best guess is that they were the girls outside of that popular group that were victims of your fuckboy rampage. According to them, after that party, I had to get out while I still could, before I fell under your spell and just became another girl on your list," she finished, sticking her tongue out at me before wrapping her dainty arms around my body and snuggling further into my chest.
After she said this, I cradled Violet in my arms, placing a kiss on her forehead. God, she was the most beautiful girl i've ever fucking seen. Sure, I mean, a lot of guys, especially high-school age fuckboys, probably say that about their girlfriend or whatever girl they're hooking up with at the time, but my god, Violet was beautiful. She was gorgeous, with impeccable features, flawless skin, golden hair, and a perfect little body.
Even know, with one side her lace dress having ridden up to her thigh, her eyeshadow a bit faded, hair wild and untamed, a blunt causally between her lips, a few hickies from yours truly uncovered on her neck, and a calm smile on her face, she looked angelic. There's no other word to describe her. The fact that this girl, this insanely beautiful girl, was mine, laying with me, tangled with body on the hood of my car, meant the world to me.
And it wasn't just her looks- her adamance to stay with me, even after those two groups of girls tried to scare her off, her kindness to everyone, regardless of whatever reputation may precede them, how open-minded she was, not afraid to try new things or be with new people, and also just this.
The fact that we could lay there, tangled up in each other, staring up at the stars on a beautiful autumn night in California, and just forget the world. It was just perfect. She was just perfect.
"Hey, babe," she bubbled, breaking our tranquil silence, head moving from it's place on my chest to look up at me.
"Hmm?" I replied, taking her chin in my hands and pulling her in for a soft kiss.
"Wanna know something else that's sort of kind of important I still haven't told you and just remembered now?" she asked, laying her head back in my chest and starting to play with my hair, that had become very messy due to the gusts of wind that met us at our lookout point.
"What is it now? Are you actually 32 years old and married with 2 kids and a dog?" I joked, smiling at her when she made a mock-insulted face, and running my fingers through her silky hair.
"No, it's a bit more serious than that," she responded with a teasing tone in her voice, placing a small kiss on my collarbone.
"What is it then, Vi?"
"The night of the party, when you drove me home, and walked me to my door- that was my first kiss."
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took a long while. but it's here. and took a few things from my own life and my own fantasies. i wish i could tell you when the next part'll be up... oops
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Reform
Short Story(sequel to fb, fg, but can be read as stand alone) Parker Waide, to be straightforward about it, is a fuckboy. Violet Lyon, in the simplest terms, is his reform.
