the car came to a halt outside of Brandon's house, a comfortable silence filled the car as he quadruple back flipped landing through the sun roof and directly into the back seat. Brea looked back as she put the car into drive.
"hi, Brandon" Brea looked at him through the rear view mirror
"meow! meoaaaaaaawwwwww!" Brandon smiled clacking is bony elbows together, making a minecraft skeleton noise.
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Kim and Brandon talked as Brea drove into a thick wooded area. dark shadows engulfed the shitty, shitty car as it mowed further down the road. some time had passed before the shadows fell away and the car came to rough stop. Kim looked out to see they were parked a the Malford cliff, it was nothing special since it was a pretty popular spot for angsty make outs and skinny dipping. Brea was the first one to get out, stretching her legs she looked up at the starry sky. this was pretty much the only perk of living in a small town, not a lot of light pollution.
Kim opened her door and stepped out, feeling the crunch of gravel under her shoe. the sky had so many stars in it, almost too many. she walked forward till she was couple feet from the car.
"pretty, isn't it?" Brea interrupted from beside her, lighting up a cigarette.
Kim looked beside her only to see the glow of the cherry. she moved her hand towards the cigarette, wanting a puff. Brea grabbed Kim's wrist, cue the stomach drop. Brea let both of their hands drop to their sides still holding Kim's wrist, a little more softer this time.
"you're too pretty to smoke, you'll end up like that thing" Brea jokingly gestured to Brandon, sprawled out on the roof of the car, star gazing.
fuck, Kim was a queer AND a bottom, double whammy!
Kim tried her best to get out a real enough laugh but instead gave a dreadfully loud croak. brea let go of her wrist and took a drag, laughing on exhale, making her cough dryly
"don't go and stroke out on me" Brea laughed, flicking her ashes onto the ground.
Kim laughed at the remark, her face hurt from smiling so much. being around Brea was exhilarating in a way that made her hands shaky.
from behind the they heard Brandon slide off the roof. turning around they both walked over to the car, leaning against the hood. Brandon looked at the two girls and smiled 'queers' he said to himself.
" i'm exhausted" Brandon announced. "it's like 4am, she should go"
was it really 4am? Kim checked he phone, fuck! she had to get back asap!
"shit, if my mom catches me, she'll hang me" Kim worries as she gets into the car.
nerve wracking does not describe Brea's driving skills good enough. with the fear of her mom coming into her room and not seeing her there and the hurdle they just drove over, Kim was just about chewed a hole in her cheek.
after dropping off Brandon Kim could feel some of the tension lifting as they neared her house. her door was already halfway opened before Brea could put the car in park.
"wai-wait! i gotta give something!" Brea whisper-yelled before Kim slammed the door.
Kim plopped back down in the seat, worried someone would be awake and see her. Brea fumbled something out of her grungy jacket pocket, the smirk on her face was definitely not reassuring. she fished out a broken cigarette and lit it, inhaling deeply.
'Brea, i really gotta go-" Kim started but was cut off as Brea grabbed both sides of her face, mashing her face into Kim's. the smoke poured in to her mouth, the taste was bitter but she couldn't really focus on it. needing air desperately Kim inhaled the smoke, feeling the heavy air move down her throat with a burning vengeance. suddenly Brea pulled away, letting Kim cough and sputter the smoke out.
"you wanted to so smoke, so there" brea watched her choke through hooded eyes.
Kim stared at her, waiting for the part where she says it was a joke but it never comes.
"goodnight, Kim" Brea smiles mischievously, finishing the cigarette.
"..night." Kim barely gets out.
Kim has to get out of there now or miss soft-lips is gonna see her not so gracefully spew chunks all over her yard.
trying not to throw up all over someones already shitty car is hard but trying to go to sleep after kissing said person is harder. Kim lays in the dark, still smiling. she wants to scrub her face with bathroom cleaner but at the same time never wants to wash her face again. tough choices but dealing with it all tomorrow sounds good.
sweet dreams, Kim's definitely not gonna have dreams about Brea pinning her down.
