Photograph #9//Lil Peep || Rewriting

#46

After the bridge we kept walking and found a cafe looking place and went in, similar to where I used to work.

We took a seat at the bar line and looked at the place card in front of us, seeing that it hella expensive to drink here because of the aging of the beverages they had.

I started to tell Peep about the different between white and red wine, saying texture has everything to do with taste.

"That's fucking weird, I just drink whatever" he laughed.

A bartender, a very beautiful one came up to ask if we were ready to buy- and damn Peep lost all his senses.

And since he was on that drug, nothing could stop him- "Your so fucking pretty"

She looked at me, like it was something awkward-

"We're not together" I say, to break her silences.

"Oh, thank you" she started flirting up with him as I continued to study the menu, seeing that Canada was on the verge of insanity. The prices nearly had me choke on the air that was naturally passing through my nostrils.

They both looked in my direction, "Should I get you some water?" The bartender asked. I shook my head, "I'm just fucking shook right now- you actually charge this much for the red twisted beverage?"

She nodded her head, and came close into my face- "I told him how much I like girls with black hair and pretty eyes"

Was she referring to me?

She slipped me a phone number written on a paper and walked away, "Call me, sometime before you leave"

Like what the shit?

I turned my head to Peep, who busted out laughing.

"What the fuck did she tell you?"

"She told me we could have a threesome"

I hit his shoulder, "Your just a perv"

"I'm not the who suggested it- she just started talking about all this freaky shit" he laughed, "then she asked who I was to you and I told her you were someone special"

Like what the shit, times two.

"Let's get the fuck outta here" I say, coming down with a panic, pulling him out the place by the hand.

"Calm down Pigeon, I made her say that to you"

I turned around and pushed him hard into the chest- and him being a guy that didn't do much "You fucking asshole!"

"I just wanted to see how you would react"

I held my hand to my forehead, "Your such a weirdo!"

He threw his arm over my shoulder, as I try to get away- feeling hurt.

"Awwww I'm sorry" he leans down, kissing my cheek- which made up for how I felt.

"Such an asshole- I don't know why you thought that would be funny"

"I sorry"

We continue walking down the street, and began talking about homophobia and sexual preferences.

"In high school, I had a few incident where I ended up doing shit with a few girls" I say, revealing something I'd never tell my mom, "but nothing too extreme, I never really got to that point with anyone, I sorta just left that shit alone- knowing what my friends went through- had a few boyfriends- lost my virginity to a guy I wasn't in love with- just because all my friend were doing it- I think that is why I stopped believing in marriage- because I wasn't in love- with anyone"

He listened for those minutes and I began to feeld self absorbed so I asked him, "What about you?"

He had this expression on his face, staring into the concrete as we kept walking- but instead of elaborating his opinions he shook his head NO.

So I kept it at that and looked up, seeing that there was a doughnut shop across the street, I pulled myself away and grabbed his hand, "Come on, let's go get some doughnuts"

He gave me that genuine smile my mom did and off we went... across the street- knowing Peep had some things to tell and other things he had every right to keep to himself. I wasn't about to invade that part of him.