Past days of Cherry Kelly (A Mac Miller Fanfiction)

Prologue

PLAYLIST for this chapter:

(Imagine Dragons - It's Time)

(This is my first fanfiction, this was originally chapter 1 if anyone reading this wonders, but it's short and the gist of the story. So it is now the prologue. Thank you all for reading and giving this a chance!)

Past days of Mac Miller and Cherry Kelly.

Part1.

Cherry's POV.

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Unwrapping the blunt, sweet aroma of blueberry flavor in my face, it makes my nose squirm. Mac crushed up a gram of OG kush on a new crispt $100 bill. He licked the edges then rolled it up. I took a hit, inhaling the good shyt and exhaling the bull shit. As we passed the L, I'm sipping my 40 in till Mac makes me chug it, every last sip of it. It dripped down my face and Mac chuckled as I gagged. I felt like i was going to puke, but i kept it cool. He grabbed me and held me as we layed on the couch and put a trashcan next to me, i could tell he cared. He should he's been my best friend since we were 5 and we are now 19 and roommates. I smiled at him and cooled off. I lit a new port and offered him one too, he could tell i felt better. We smoked our cigarettes and blew the smoke in each others faces, which means you want to fuck the other person. We both just started laughing, hes such a goof. He kissed my hand, then up my arm, then around my neck, and then to my face. Which gave me tingles. We kissed once, like a peck. He was driving me home and it sort of happened in the car, that little peck, and then we were silent, and acted like nothing happened, but that was almost 2 years ago. This time this situation was serious. We're best friends who live together like we are like family. We have a steady studio apartment on the outskirts of pittsburgh together, just us. I should of figured some day, something like this would happen. I am way to drunk and high to let this process straight. I just bit his bottom lip before i kissed him back. Traces his tattoos that lay around his body with my lips.

"Let me take the lead" Mac said and i smiled back.

We started making out as i pulled off his shirt. He grabbed my hand and lured me inside from the patio couch. He sat me on my bed and twirled my freshly dyed bright red hair. He gave me this hard stare, like he was nervous. So I kissed him on the lips to see if it'd help, which i think it did because next thing you know we're both undressed and under the blankets. We started making out and he pulled my pants off then slipped his hand into my underwear. He moved it in and out.

The rush filled me like electricity.

"Do you want to?" He asked.

I smiled at him and shook my head for yes. I never thought i'd have sex with my best friend.

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I woke up with a pounding headache. I felt someones arm around me, i don't remember last night i was to high and drunk. I look to my side and realize it's Mac. Did me and him do something? And then it comes to me...hits me hard as a brick as i look down to the condom rapper on the floor next to me. Me and Mac definitely fucked last night. I'm surprised he didn't go back to his room, but we have had sleepovers in the same bed and cuddled as just friends. But now are we just friends? The thoughts pass my mind and i worry in awe, because i don't want to lose my best friend. I hope this isn't going to be awkward.. I tap him on his shoulder. He wrinkled his little nose, opened his eyes, looked at me, and smiled. Then he kissed me on my forehead. He got up put his sweats back on and walked out without a word, to his room. I just laid there, wondering what this means. Are we still just best friends? He's like a brother to me and you don't just fuck your brother...

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