Awful Things ☆ LiL PEEP

☆ chapter eight ☆

"Two racks on my new shoes, why the fuck I do that? Tell me, why the fuck do I do that? Two racks on some Gucci shoes, Why the fuck do I do that? Tell 'em why the fuck I do that."
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"what are you guys doing out here?" another person walked out on the patio. it was nearly pitch black outside, besides the stars and very dim fairy lights spread out on the railings, keeping people (most likely those under the influence) from taking a nose dive off the balcony.

"maxin' and relaxin' bruva. you should try it out sometime." bexey joked, but i swear i could hear a tiny bit of truth in his voice.

peep sighed and joined us at the table, i finally was not stuck in the middle, bexey was this time.

"it's kind of crowded in there, ain't it?" peep asked. i nodded in response, and he smiled knowingly. "giving you any anxiety?"

"to be completely honest, yes. before bexey came out i was thinking about leaving, maybe."

the two men looked at each other and it looked as if though they were having a conversation in their minds. they had a bond myself and everyone around them would probably never understand. i hope i didn't offend them.

"we should go somewhere." bexey stated.

"and just leave the party unattended?" i asked.

"we do it all the time, nothin' new." peep added, and i just wondered where we would be going.

"it's a surprise." bexey spoke up, as if he could read my mind too. man, he truly is from out of this world.

i followed them through the house that i swear was shaking with the beat of the music. somehow we found wicca in the crowd of people and peep told him to hold down the fort, and to call him if there were any emergencies.

we got into peep's truck for the second time today, and i sat in the back alone. i found my eyes wandering to the mirror again to see if gus was peering back at me, and although it made me slightly uncomfortable at first, i was kind of hoping for it now.

my heart fluttered when i found him watching me.

i stayed quiet the whole ride, and bexey plugged in his phone to the aux cord and played something, i think it was a song by joy division.

it didn't take us long to get to whatever the destination was, and when i looked out of the window i saw a tall sign that read, 'lions park.'

(a/n: i don't live in LA, so i have absolutely no idea if a park by that name exists. if it doesn't, just roll with it.)

it was a children's park with tall plastic playground equipment, metal monkey bars, long slides and fireman poles. there was a large sand box, and a row of swings.

before gus could park the truck, i had already jumped out and started dashing towards the swings.

what can i say? i love swings.

i didn't turn to look at bexey and peep's faces mainly because i didn't exactly care if they were judging, but when i planted my ass down in the seat and was facing them again, i couldn't help but burst out and laugh.

they were still in the truck, mouths open wide and eyebrows raised high. i just shrugged and kicked the ground and started swinging.

it took a few minutes, but they finally left the truck and began walking over to me. when they reached me, i nearly kicked bex in the face because i was swinging so high and he was in my way.

"what the hell, man! you could have hit me!" he jokingly shouted.

"maybe don't stand in my way next time!" i called back to him.

peep took out a pack of cigarettes and placed one of the sticks in his mouth, lighting it.

i don't think i've ever found someone so attractive while lighting a cigarette before.

don't judge.

they both took seats in swings opposite of me. i was able to catch a whiff of peep's cigarette and for some reason, i was drawn to it. i stopped pumping my legs back and forth so my swing began slowing down—enough for me to stop swinging all together.

gus took a hit off of his cig, and stared at me curiously, probably confused as to what i was doing when i stood up off of my swing and stood in front of him.

his legs were spread so he was able to sit comfortably, and i took that opportunity to stand between his legs. i've never done something so bold before, and i was surprising myself at the moment.

his chocolate eyes stared up at me in wonder.

"what are you doing?" he whispered, so quiet that bexey was unable to hear.

i leaned down and whispered in his ear, "you should let me do something," seductively.

i heard him audible gulp, clearly nervous.

"and what would that be?"

"..."

"you should let me hit that cigarette."
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