Sitting atop of Fuck-shit's lap a small grin adorning my face, and a smirk adorning his as Estee proceeded to take our picture. Estee being overly eager to use the new camera she got for her birthday.
"Okay, Okay one more!" She exclaimed, as the two of us groaned simultaneously. "It better be!" I threatened, playfully waving my pointer finger in the air.
Proceeding to do a different pose, I was suddenly caught off guard by Fuck-shit grabbing me and kissing me just as the flash of the camera went off.
Removing the camera from in front of her face, I noticed a huge ass grin on E's lips. "So fucking cute!" She squealed.
Walking over to her kitchen table, I proceeded to observe the polaroids she'd taken previously. Some of just me, some of the guys, and then some of Fuck-shit and I. I let my fingers gently run over the one of us kissing.
"I'm keeping this one." I spoke. Referring to the kissing photo, stuffing it in the back pocket of my baggy jeans. "Fine by me." E spoke, heading over to her fridge to retrieve a 40.
"Pass me one E." I spoke, referring to the beer. E chucked one at me, as I quickly caught it.
Popping open the bottle I proceeded to take long sips of the popular beer. Bringing the bottle from my lips, it was suddenly snatched from my hands.
Looking down at the tanned hands, knowing it belonged to no other than, Fuck-shit. "Yo lemme get a sip." He spoke.
"There's plenty in the fridge, why ya gotta drink outta mines?" I questioned, watching him finish the rest of 'my' drink.
"Because your mines, and I know exactly where your mouths been. Right up on this dick!" He exclaimed.
Mushing his face, I stomped away from him, before an argument would start.
Plopping down on the couch, I look to my left to notice Fourth-grade staring at me. "Yes?" I questioned, looking at my most quiet friend.
"I just wonder why you stay with him, when he's such an ass. Your too pure for him. Almost like an angel." He spoke, looking down at the old camera in his hands.
"I-I don't know." I whispered looking down at my hands. My mind began racing with thoughts for what seemed like the hundredth time this day.
If I was such an angel, why did he continue to treat me like a toy.
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