Intoxication - a state of mind that overpowers one's control from seeing the good from bad, the pure from evil, love from hatred.
Two people both suffering in opposite ways, yet both dealing in sync - the road to proximity and happiness takes time...
I frown at the number. Who would text me that at 11:30pm, well minus Louis.
Unknown Number: Kells, Louis gave Slim his and your number the other day. I stole his phone to get it.
God damn Louis.
*Changes the number to Kells🦄*
Olivia: oh okay
Kells🦄: so you wanna come over?
I laugh looking at the unicorn next to his name, he will hate me for that. It's cute.
Olivia: erm okay, why though?
Kells🦄: does there need to be a reason
Olivia: nope
I send the reply and quickly throw on some clean clothes, I showered earlier so my skin is fresh and hair falling half straight half wavy.
I grab a black bandeau and some cargo trousers, pair the outfit with my vans and walk out the door - making sure to grab my phone and keys.
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The drive to Kell's house only takes five minutes with only a small amount of cars on the road. I should've really brought a jacket - I bet I look crazy to other drivers.
I park on his drive behind three other land rovers, these we boys like their cars.
Not knowing whether to knock or just walk in I hesitate when I reach the door. What the hell do it do.
Rolling my eyes I knock on the door, it opens quickly by a topless kells wearing black and white joggers loosely around his waist. A bandana tied loosely around his neck.
I can finally appreciate his tattoos in the light, he has so many of them. I wonder how much it cost him.
"Hi" I say, trying not to make it obvious that I was checking him out.
"Hi" he replies smirking down at me, I walk past him seeing that the house is empty.
"I like your trousers" his voice fills my ears as the door shuts behind us.
"Thanks" I smile looking down at my pants, they're pretty extra but I love them.
"Where are the others?" I question the tattooed boy who leans against the kitchen counter.
"Upstairs or out" he says grabbing some snacks from the fridge.
"You have ice cream?" I take two wide strides over to him basically pushing his lean body to the other side of the kitchen. His laughter fills the room.
