Destiny (Fuckshit x Fem OC)

what's going on?

It's been a few days since Stevie's mom had her little tantrum at the shop. Everything's been going good. We've been to a couple of parties and skated around a lot. Actually, not everything's so great. Fuckshit's been weird lately. He's been getting wasted more strongly and more often. He's been really irritable and less excited to go skate. He just wants to get fucked up these days.

We're gonna skate at this pretty dope spot and there's gonna be a lotta people so I'm gonna make and extra effort. After fixing my face I get dressed. I decide on some cute light blue denim shorts. I recently cropped this cute purplish sweater, I put that on too. I leave my hair down, put on some little gold hoops and stack some gold necklaces. I put on my white old school Vans, which aren't that white these days, grab my board, my bag and head out.

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Fuckshit had finally gotten his car back so we drove to the spot. Once we got there everyone was drinking and smoking. I didn't care if Fuckshit drank a bit, but I didn't want him to get drunk. I could always drive if he was wasted, that wasn't the problem. It's just, I know something's wrong. And I know drinking isn't gonna solve his problem(s). But at the same time, who am I to judge? I self-medicate too, I don't wanna be a hypocrite.

I skate around mostly cruising. I do some flips and grinds here and there, I'm just chilling. Until I see, little Stevie. Now don't get me wrong, I drank and smoked too, I'm pretty buzzed. But Stevie has a big ass bottle in his hand. His eyes are red and he's stumbling around. I skate to him and catch him before he trips. I put my hands on his shoulders and take the bottle from him.

"Des, I'm not done with that." He's already slurring his words.

"I don't care. You've had enough Stevie. I know you've got a lot of shit going on right now, but I'm not gonna let you get fucked up."

"Whadda you care." He tries to walk away, but I hug him to me.

"Stevie, I care about you, ok?" I look him dead in the eyes, and his hard stare softens, "Don't drink anymore, ok? Please, for me?"

"Ok." I kiss him on the cheek and skate away.

"DES!!" I hear my name being called. I look around and see Ray calling me. As I skate over I notice he's sitting with those guys that skate for Chocolate. It makes me happy that Ray's talking to them. He could go pro. I wonder why he's calling me over. Once I get there I sit on Ray's right, the other guys are on his left.

"Guys, this is Carolina Rosas, we call her Des." I wave shyly at them, "She's the best female skater I've ever met." It surprised me when he said that. Is he trying to sign me up with these guys too?

"Nice to meet you." I shake both of their hands.

"What's your favorite flip?" The question caught me off guard. I have to think about it for a little.

"Imma have to go with a gazelle flip." They look at each other and nod.

"Can you do one?"

"Sure." I take a long ass hit from my blunt and give it to Ray. I get up and skate away a little bit, I do a quick 180 and kick getting some speed. I start bending my knees to do the trick when I'm right in front of them. I feel my body turning, and land on the board, perfectly. I could hear the guys whistles of appreciation. As I skated back to them. I finally breathed out. I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath the whole time. Once I sat down I finished the blunt. We were all talking about how we started skating when I saw Fuckshit walking over. More like stumbling over.

"Hey, Ray. Imma go take care of Fuckshit before he does something stupid."

"Thanks, Des." I skate towards Fuckshitand stop right in front of him. I grab his hand and pull him with me.

"Dessss, no. I wanna talk to Ray." He was slurring to the point where I almost couldn't understand him. Almost.

"Ray's busy. Come on let's go sit down." I lead him to a couch and sit him down. "Stay here, alright? Just relax." That's when I hear Stevie and Ruben yelling behind me.

"What's your fucking problem!?"

"You're my fucking problem!" As soon as Ruben pushes Sunburn a crowd starts forming around them. I can't see them until I push through. I pick Sunburn up and drag him away. I don't have the time to worry about what happens to Ruben.

He doesn't fight against me as I drag him towards the fence. But he's mad and hurt. He just kicks the fence angrily and lets out a groan, not looking at me.

"Hey! Hey, Stevie?" He looks at me on the verge of tears.

"I just don't get why he doesn't like me?! What the fuck did I ever do to him!?"

"He just jealous of you."

"Yeah right."

"Think about it, Stevie." I wrap an arm around his shoulders as I say this, "Even though you fell from the gap, you still tried, you didn't chicken out. You have a nickname, he doesn't. You got a new board for free, he didn't. You hooked up with Estee, he's never hooked up with anyone, that I know of. I love Ruben, but he's a dick, especially to you. I know it hurts but you just gotta be the better person. We can't have you beating him up again, ok?" Sunburn looked at me dead in the eyes and smiled. How precious.

"Ok." I hugged him and let him skate away.

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Fuckshit was still drunk as fuck. I drove everyone home. We were gonna throw a party in the back of the shop the next day, so I wanted to get some sleep. My mom had told me she wouldn't be coming home that night, so I drove to my place. Fucshit was passed out in the passenger seat. I got out and went over to his side. I opened the door and slung his arm over my shoulder. He was still half asleep as I half dragged him to my place. As soon as we got to my room he passed out on my bed. I took his shoes off and changed into an oversized Tshirt, then I fell asleep next to him.

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My head hurt when I woke up. It was still dark outside and I felt like I barely slept. At first, I couldn't pinpoint why I had woken up. Then I heard Fuckshit. He was curled up in a ball next to me. And... he was crying?? I can't imagine him crying, but here we are. He had told me a while back that his name, his real name, is Olan.

"Olan, are you ok? What's wrong?" At first, he didn't answer. Then he turned to face me. He wasn't crying anymore, just sniffling.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to wake you. Just go back to sleep."

"What's going on?"

"Whadda you mean?"

"Tell me, what's going on." He didn't say anything for like five minutes, then he sighed. It was a sad sigh.

"My parents are getting divorced. My dad cheats on my mom a lot. But she's also trying to force him to stay. The only reason he hasn't left yet is because he doesn't wanna look bad for leaving a lady with a kid. But my mom's awful too. She doesn't do anything she just sits at home all day. My dad works really hard and she just lives off of him. And they both blame me for their marriage going to shit. But it's not my fault. and I hate them, I hate them both." He started crying again, I just held him and let him cry into my chest.

"I'm sorry I got so drunk. I just wanna forget about all the shit, and drinking helps."

I didn't say anything, I just let him cry, and held him.