Stitches⚣Stony

Twenty-One

I have so much planned, and I have no idea when I will be finished, but there's just a warning to you that after this update, updates will potentially put on hold under the end of May. I have my AS level exams in under 2 months and I need to do as best as I can for these in order not to have to repeat them next May.

But anyway, an update and my my my y'all gonna hate me

I really hated how this chapter came out so I'm sorry for his shit that it has turned out

Just as things were going smooth the author decides to be a bitch xx

'Tony, Tony, Tony. M'boy, Howard is not going to be pleased."

Tony's head pulses harshly against his temples, an ache that Tony has grown accustom to over the last year or so of being involved in the party scene, fairly new to the party scene but very knowledgeable about the alcohol. His body aches, a dull type of ache that settles into his bones, down the muscle of his legs, a swirling nausea at the top of his stomach and sharp pain in his neck from where his body is angled in an awkward position on the hard, fine wooden floors of Stark House, Malibu, California.

Stark House is so much prettier than Stark Mansion, in so many different ways. It's newly furnished, with modern decor that decorates each room and surrounded by windows, and bright, natural light that gives the entire house a beautiful, handsome, gentle vibe. The house itself is positioned on a cliffside, overlooking the beautiful private white sand beach below and the dark blue waves of ocean that stretches out for miles and miles, a perfect view with a perfect sunset every evening and sunrise every morning.

Tony had taken it upon himself to snatch the keys to Stark House the evening that he had left for MIT, with his suitcases in the trunk of one of Howard's magnificent cars that he's sure not to miss and AC/DC blasting at a high volume as he drove the distance from Rhode Island to Massachusetts. He had swung the keys around his index finger, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against the doorway into his best friend who sighed and groaned and grumbled about spending their Spring Break in Malibu.

But Rhodey was always easily manipulated when it comes to Tony Stark, and there it began their calendar countdown to Spring Break. Tony hadn't forgotten, checking his calendar as often as he could remember to do so until the weekend came and soon enough, Tony was throwing a suitcase or two into the trunk of the same car and set out for Malibu with his best friend in the
passenger seat and Metallica blasting, desperate to enjoy the weekend.

And that's all that Tony can remember.

His memory does not stretch further than pulling up to Stark House in Malibu, California with Rhodey in the passenger seat and cases of beer and spirits in the back seat of the luxurious sports car. They had planned to spend the weekend confined to the Malibu house and Tony suspects that he played by that rule, just not in the way that Rhodey approved because as much as Tony promised the weekend to just be the two of them, he has a big mouth and word gets around rather fast.