Destiny (Fuckshit x Fem OC)

that's what friends are for

It is 1:58 am, I can't sleep. I am just lying on my bed, staring at my ceiling remembering the wonderful day I had. After I finished eating at the Diner, the guys took me to a place I'm all to familiar with. The courthouse, where people skate even though it's illegal as fuck.

Fuckshit was being a flirty little asshole. Making sure I didn't get hurt, and that I knew to run if someone yelled '5O'. I already knew all this, I had been to this place countless times. But, I acted clueless I didn't want them to find out about that part of my life, yet.

It was fun though. I can't believe I'd missed that place so much. The pride that comes with landing a trick when everyone's watching. I even missed slamming, and I definitely slammed a few times. There was only one downside to the whole day, well maybe two.

One, Brandon and his friends were there. Luckily he didn't see me, but a couple of his friends did. Owen and Michael, to be exact. Now, Michael's chill we've never had a problem. But he's also loyal, so the word might get around that I was there with a group of boys. Owen, on the other hand, has no sense of loyalty. But he also hates my guts. Do you see what I have to deal with?

The other, maybe downside, is Fuckshit. He's hot, sassy, a good skater, and is showing interest. However, word on the street is that his motto is "hit it then quit it". That's just not my thing. Besides, I think his 'interest' in me is just a friendly joke. He's not serious about me in any way, I think.

Anyways, I had a good time with the guys. Especially since there was a steady supply of weed and beer. I got to show off my sweet smoke tricks and got wasted as hell in the process. Plus, the guys are pretty great.

Crap, what time is it, 2:31 am! Well to quote Fuckshit, fuck shit I gotta go to sleep. And I know the best way to do that. I grab my backpack and pull out a prerolled blunt. I light it up and smoke the whole thing. Being faded outta my mind always helps me sleep, goodnight.

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I slowly open my eyes, as a little stream of sunlight runs over my face. I yawned stretching my arms over my head. I am at peace, calm, and rested after a good night's sleep. Then I looked at my clock and everything changed.

"IT'S 10:36?! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!"

I immediately jumped off of my bed, almost breaking my neck in the process. I ran out of my room in nothing but a sports bra and booty shorts. I reached the kitchen, I got butter, bread, and jelly. I quickly spread butter and then jelly on a loaf of bread and put everything away.

Then I remembered I don't live alone, why is the house so quiet.

"MOM, ARE YOU HOME." no answer she probably crashed at her friends' house. My mom may work at a strip club and get wasted all the time. But she has never driven drunk, that I know of. I quickly gobbled down my breakfast.

I ran into my room and grabbed a random pair of pants. I looked at them, my camo pants ok I can work with that. I got a black crop tank top and put everything on. Then I pulled on my classic black and white Vans. I looked in my mirror, love it I look great.

I quickly sprinted into the bathroom. I put on deodorant and brushed my hair and teeth. I put my hair into a ponytail. I grabbed my makeup bag, I put on sunscreen/moisturizer, lipgloss, and mascara. I slipped my chapstick and lipgloss in my pockets. I also grabbed some gum. I ran to my room grabbed my backpack, which contained weed, paper, my wallet, and a paper with the address.

I looked at my clock, 11:16 I'm already late. I checked the address and sprinted out the door and down the stairs. Luck, however, was not in my favor. I tripped and fell three-quarters of the way down the steps. I put my hands out and only hit my cheekbone softly. I didn't even check to see if I was hurt.

I had agreed with the guys to be at the skate shop at 11:00 am. I didn't want them to think badly of me. They probably wouldn't even care, but I did. So I skated as fast as I could to the location we agreed on.

Soon enough, after skating like the devil was after me, I arrived. I pulled the door open and a little bell tinkled above my head. The guys were all seated around a TV, watching skate clips. Ray was sitting on a sofa next to Fourthgrade. Fuckshit was lying down on another sofa, taking up all the space. And Ruben was sitting on his board, smoking a cigarette.

When the bell tinkled they all looked up, first smiling at me and then looking at me worriedly. Fuckshit stood up and speed-walked towards me, holding my face with his hands.

"What happened to you?" he sounded so worried, but I had no idea what he was talking about.

"What do you mean, is something wrong?" I said, completely clueless.

Then the rest of the guys stood up, and Ray spoke

"You gotta big ass scrape on your cheek. Is bleeding too."

"What?!" how the fuck did I not notice this.

I ran to the bathroom and looked into the dirty mirror. There it was, just like Ray described. I got some toilet paper and cleaned it up then I splashed some water on my face. It really wasn't that big, just bled a lot.

The whole time the guys had been standing around in the doorway waiting for me. Fuckshit walked over and handed me a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

"Here, imma put this on your cut." I looked at him defiantly

"Oh hell no. I don't want that shit anywhere near me." I handed the bottle back to him.

"Why the fuck not, that shit could get infected."

"Because it burns and I don't like it." Then he looked at me giving me his best puppy dog eyes and I couldn't resist.

"Ugggghhhhh, fine you monster." He smiled at me triumphantly.

"I'm just tryna help, that's what friends are for."

After Fuckshit cleaned up my cut, we lazed around for a bit. Smoking some weed and drinking some beer. We watched skate clips and rested. Until Ray suggested we skate around Downtown and have fun.

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We were all hanging around in front of some random shop, just goofing around. Fuckshit, of course, was drunk as hell. Ruben had already smoked 5 cigarettes. Fourthgrade and I, we were stoned. Oh, and Ray decided to be boring and sober.

I was just fucking around, perfecting my kickflips. Fourthgrade was filming Ray and me. Ray had recently perfected his tre flip. Then Fuckshit walked over to this group of older looking ladies.

"I like me some mature women," he said while grabbing his dick. They looked at him and laughed.

"How 'bout I do a trick for you." The ladies just looked at him not paying attention.

At this point, I lost interest in Fuckshit and his daily shenanigan. I looked around me and saw a boy across the street. He looked to be about 12 and was sitting on a bike. He had the most striking blue eyes I'd ever seen. And those eyes were looking right at me. I waved at him and gestured him to come over.

His eyes widened when he realized that I had noticed him. He quickly sped off on his bike and turned around the corner, out of my sight. That was the first time I saw the boy I would soon love like a little brother.

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AN:

Hey everybody, I hope you liked chapter 2. I'm going to try to update as often as I can. However, I do have summer plans so I might not be super consistent. I will welcome all questions and comments. Thanks for reading.