An ill mouthed girl with a fiery temper and bad attitude comes across a blonde headed stranger in her bed whilst covered in something strange. His friends are just like brothers and family soon becomes a tight nation to them all as Sloan grows close...
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Sloan
After mine and Slashes disagreement, the whole getting high together thing grew far too awkward to follow through with. So as a result, I allowed him to leave with my pot, but only as long as I got to keep his lighter and cigarettes as replacement. It wasn't as though he'd miss them, I knew he bought at least a new packet of cigarettes a day.
So here I sat, directly opposite Joel as he wiped down glasses behind the bar, his expression and tone joyful as always. "Sounds like you guys had fun." He pointed out, absorbing every detail of the story I'd recalled to him about earlier today and yesterday evening after we'd left the bar. It was two in the afternoon and the tables were desolated; not a face to be seen.
"It was so fucking awesome." I exclaimed, a giddy smile etched onto my face. "And then Saul walked me home and he stayed over and we got to know each other a bit."
"A bit?" He asked, to which I winked and exclaimed how he 'knew what I meant'. "Okay, So then what happened?"
"Well, he asked me if I had any weed," I said it far quieter. "To which I responded yes - because I did - and now I don't because he took it after also finding my fucking antidepressants and now he thinks I'm even more of a sad freak." I laughed. But in some form of strange way, nothing about the situation appealed embarrassing to me ; neither mortifying or even a tiny bit sad, I , personally, found humour in most aspects of the story. "And then he wanted to know if I was depressed, blah blah blah, it's boring, and now we aren't talking."
"You've known the guy for one day?"
I hummed in agreement.
"You've banged him, got drunk and high with him, you've played twenty-one-questions and he knows you're suicidal?" Joel joked. "Sounds like a match made in heaven, if you ask me."
"Well, Elton John, no one fucking asked you, did they?" A head of dark curls took a seat next to me and the familiar scent seemed masked with dope and an off brand of cigarettes. He was everywhere.
"You do love comparison, don't you?" I gritted out, remembering how I was - what was it again? Anne Frank? "What the fuck are you doing here?" I whisper yelled the moment Joel disappeared from earshot.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt your little date?"
"Fuck off, Slash, we all know that mans gay." I growled, turning away irritatedly. I had had enough of this infuriating boy for one day. And his scent was giving me the headache I'd only just rid of. "You're giving me a headache."
"Good. Now you know how it feels seeing as you're such a pain in the ass." He grumbled, looking away heatedly. "I cannot believe I slept with you-"
