As I walked out to the car, I took a minute to realize what i’m actually doing. I’m going to get coffee with some guy I met at a club, that I just so happened to end up going home with. He could be a fucking murder for all I know. I finally got to the car and stepped inside. It was a nice sleek car, the inside was clean. It looked almost brand spakin new. It could have been. The car ride was quite for the first 5 minutes. Until he finally spoke and broke the somewhat awkward but comfortable silence. “So where exactly is your house?” he asked. “Take a left here.” “Go straight then take a couple rights and ill show you which house it is.” We were there in no time. Now my house wasn't the biggest or nicest but it was simply home and I love it so much. I pointed towards my house and he pulled in the driveway. “Wanna come in?” I asked. “sure.’ “ he said with a small smile. I pulled my keys out and open the white door that opened into my living which lead to the dining room, which flowed too the kitchen. My favorite room other than mine. I had gorgeous white marble countertops, my cabinets were white as well.
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I dont know how I even got this house for so little. I started saving when I was young because I always wanted to move out as soon as I could. I hated living with my parents. I was the only child at home with a mom and stepdad who always argued. Constantly. I know people have it so much worse but it’s damaging. I had to get a job once I hit 15. I knew I was gonna get out of that house. Half of every paycheck went in my hiding place. Up until I was 19. I always made sure to pull as many extra hours as possible. Id usually get brought into arguments as well. As young as I was that wasn’t healthy at all. My mom also put her husband above me. He treated her like shit tho so I never really knew why. I never knew why she stayed with him. I had absolutely no clue. She then went into a deep depression after my grandpa died when I was 10. She stopped cooking. She stopped cleaning. She stopped acting like a mom. She lost herself. She drowned and I didn’t know how to help her out. I further more realized as I got older, she slowly but surely started neglecting me. At 13 I was drinking and smoking life away. I felt so hopeless and alone, I mean I didn’t have any of my siblings at home with me. I didn’t have many friends so what else was I supposed to feel? I got this house all by myself by 24 and I am so goddamn proud of myself. I also graduated collage. Boy those years were something. (sorry I had to do that to y’all I had to fit her backstory in there) “Biana? Hey? You good girl?” Kells asked with a slight laugh. “ Yea sorry I zoned out for a sec, make yourself at home. I wont be too long.” I said smiling. I went upstairs and grabbed 2 towels. I got in the shower and let the hot water relieve all my stress. After i washed my hair, body, and face I hopped out. I dried off and wrapped my hair in a towel and wrapped one around my body. I walked to my room and dressed. I put on my undergarments. I dressed in some light wash shorts and my Falling In Reverse tee shirt. I grabbed some socks as well. I walked downstairs seeing Kells on the couch scrolling on his phone. I don’t think he noticed I came downstairs. I decided to scare him a bit. I slowly crept up behind him. “BOO!!” I yelled grabbing his shoulders. He jumped and screamed a little. I started dying of laughter, he was laughing as well. He has an amazing smile. I honestly like seeing it. “ Alright, wanna smoke then we can go?” I said smiling innocently. “Of course.” I went to my coffee table and lifted it, grabbing my weed, grinder, and a wrap. I grinded some up and started rolling it. He watched me as I did so. “May I help you?” I said smiling as I lick the blunt closed. “Nope just think it’s interesting I guess”. He said smiling and looking down then looking back up at me. “Why, I’m not interesting.” I said plainly. “I may not know too much about you, but you, I can tell you’re different.” “I don’t see how.” I said shrugging. I mean I wasn’t the classic girl. I did things “girls don’t do” I feel like one of the guys sometimes. I just didn’t feel as different from any other girl. We sparked the blunt up and passed that baby around, doing a few tricks. He actually showed my how to blow smoke rings but being me it took even longer to get it right than the average person, I still got it tho. “Ready?” i asked. “Let’s go” I put my black hightop chucks on. We walked out the door and began our short drive to a cafe. We pulled up and hopped out. This was actually one of my favorite cafes. It was never too crowded and the people here knew me. As soon as we walked up to the counter Stacey looked at me and asked “The usual?” “You know it” I said smiling at her. Kells ordered what he wanted and we sat down after getting our coffees. He honestly looked super familiar I just couldn’t put a finger on where I’ve seen him. I broke the silence. “So, did we do anything last night orrr?” I asked, I needed to know. It was honestly bugging me. “No, you were shitfaced. I had my friend Ashley dress you and that’s about it. I wouldn’t take advantage of a drunk girl.” He said with quite a serious face, and whew it was a weight lifted off my chest. “ Good I was kinda worried considering I woke up in some random guys house haha” “So, tell me about you Bianca.” This is always where I got stuck, I never knew what to say. Ever. “Well, I’m 24, I live alone. I have no pets but I am looking to adopt soon. I have a degree in psychology. My favorite color is purple.Im also Bi sexual. Thats all I can really think of on the spot that you don’t know .” I said giggling. “How about you mister kells” “ Let’s see, I’m 27. I have a daughter named Casie. Such a sweetheart and my best friend. I make music, my real name is Colson but only people close to me call me that. I also think you being bi is hot” he said smirking at the last thing. Colson. His name suits him quite well. He also makes music, that may be where I recognize him from. “ I have to head out, but we should do this again. Here’s my number.” he grabbed my phone and put it in under “C” with a black heart. “I’ll text you later.” He got up and started walking out, he turned and smiled at me as he walked out. Oh that smile is killer.
Well guys, Thank you for reading my loves. Leave plot suggestions and feel free to correct any mistakes!. The first few chapters are gonna suck, Im not back in my groove. But please stick around. XOXO
