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
"I love you." He mumbled, voice almost silent with sleep.
"And I love you." I breathed back, smiling and intertwining my hand with his, positioning myself so I sat pressed against the bars with our fingers interlocked, unwilling to move until I got a dead ass or something. He was beautiful - not even handsome, just pretty as could be - and his mouth was still hooked around a burnt out cigarette, the dark and damp curls falling upon his caramelised face. I adored to look into his eyes - especially when broken by sunlight - as they were so intriguingly deep, like warm pools of honey and they held so much admiration and care that I melted. I don't believe there was a single soul I enjoyed more to be around than him, and what made it better was that he was mine as I was his.
I stroked my free hand through his curls, raking them away from his cheeks and continued to push them from the tangles they'd woven themselves into; he seemed so peaceful and non-destructive in this state. Although his eyes were a little sunken into his head and his cheeks were more hollow than healthy, beads of sweat lingering upon his forehead, he was still such a desire to gaze at. And I took my time to devour every crook within his features.
"Hey!" The guard suddenly jumped to life and I widened my eyes, my forgetfulness of his appearance taking a toll. "No touching!" I scrambled away, ripping my hand from the unconscious boys hold, instantly feeling the buzzing warmth dissolve as I took a seat upon the hard bed, the creaking showing signs of unforgivingly harsh springs. He turned away and I immediately stuck up my two middle fingers at his back angrily, of course I knew it was a pussy move and extremely childish, but he was a total dick. All I was doing was holding Slash's hand and here comes Mr. Lonely with no romantic experience, ripping our love away. Putting my hands in my lap, I rolled my eyes and glanced back over to where Slash drooled - very attractively, of course - onto the floor. I smiled in amusement, shaking my head and decided to attempt to keep myself busy by humming a few personal favourite songs. Of course, the first note that came to mind was the Beatles; they were by far my favourite band to ever exist.
"Here comes the sun," I sang with a horrifyingly bad tune. "Duden doo doo." I continued. I think I was still a little drunk. Or perhaps only tipsy. Or maybe Slash didn't have a cigarette - perhaps it was laced in pot or something. But then it would smell... "Hey Jude..." I changed the song. "Don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better."
"Shut it." The guard warned, voice icy and cutting through the air like a hot knife. I rolled my eyes and ignored him, continuing to sing with a little more volume.
"Is this real life?" I practically yelled, swaying in my seat. "Is this just fantasy?" He didn't seem too impressed so I upped my game, standing and reaching through the bars dramatically. Boredom would surely kill me some day. "Caught in a landslide-"
