Smoke ~ a Goth Kids fanfiction

Friends

Our bliss was soon interrupted by the jarring vibration of Michael's phone. We both jumped at the noise, he pulled it out of his pocket and rolled onto his back.

"Ah shit. My stepmom wants me to come home for dinner." Michael grunts.

I grab his torso, cooing, "No, don't go."

"I have to, y/n. That bitch'll have my skin if I don't." He said sympathetically, peeling me off of his frame. 

"Okay... text me!"

"I will. I'll be back when I can, then maybe you can crash at my place tomorrow night."

I bite my lip. "Yeah... that would be nice." 

He arises from the bed and heads toward the door, looking back at me as I blow a kiss. He smirks and mutters, "conformist." Before he leaves.

I decided to try my luck at getting up. My chest hurts like hell, maybe I can find some Advil to ease the aching. I slowly trudge to the bathroom and fully get a good look at myself in the mirror. I looked rough. My lip was split, my eye was black, blood was oozing from my nose, and my hair was a tangled, frizzled mess. I sighed and cleaned some of the blood off of my face so I looked a tiny bit more presentable, then walked downstairs to find Pete.

I saw him sitting on the couch, engaging in conversation with what appeared to be his parents. Both of his parental units looked up as I descended the staircase, their brows knit in worry. Pete must've noticed their troubled expressions and turned around.

"Hey! Y/N! How are you doing?" He greeted in a nervous yet inviting tone.

I scratched my head. "I'm ok, I mean, as good as I can be I guess. And uh, hi, I'm Y/N!" I introduce myself to his parents.

The woman smiles, the man waves. 

"It's so nice to see that you're doing ok. I'm Pete's mother, Esmerelda." The older woman adds.

"And I'm his dad, Jeremy. Nice to meet you." The man states.

"Hey, uh, Y/N, do you wanna uh... hang out? I have Settlers of Catan..." Pete laughs nervously. I could tell he wasn't used to people outside of his goth group.

"Sure! I was hoping to get some Advil though..." I say quietly.

"Oh of course, honey! I'll get that right away!" Esmerelda hops out of her seat and scurries to the kitchen.

She returns with two pills and some water. As she hands them to me, she whispers, "That Michael is quite a catch if I do say so. Just don't let him break your heart." She pats me on the shoulder.

I nod, wondering what she meant by the last part. 

Pete and I climb up the stairs, back into his room. He sits down on a beanbag on the floor, I take a seat on a nearby pillow.

"God today's been crazy." I catch my breath as I watch the blackness of the night envelop the vibrant sunset through the glass pane of the window. 

"No kidding." Pete bites his lip as he focuses on shuffling the cards. "Do you know how to play?" 

"Who doesn't? If I didn't I think you would have permission to kick me out on the spot!" I smile.

He giggles and begins dealing the cards.

I scan his room, noticing something new each time I make the rounds.

"Your bedroom is really cool, man." I compliment him, my eyes falling to a shelf with crystals adoring it.

"Thanks, there's a lot to look at, but I like it too." He scratches his neck and looks into my eyes with his ice blue orbs.

We play the game, making usual chit-chat. It's nice to have a friend, especially in an unexpected place. Behind all of the intimidating goth exterior is a sweet and caring interior. 

We stay up into the early hours of the morning, goofing off, telling stories, (among my favorite ones were Pete making thirst trap tik toks.) and taking drags from a single cigarette.

As I puffed a cloud of smoke out of my mouth, I stated, "Yep, this is definitely what I needed."

"It's nice, to unwind especially, I mean this is heaven right here." He replied woozily.

We arise off of the floor, I flopped onto his bed, he hesitated before he joined me.

Pete started unbuttoning his grey shirt and taking off all of his goth paraphernalia. I gulped. He laid down in the bed once more, he cocked his head at me. 

I felt safe, not uncomfortable, even though my friend was shirtless, laying in bed beside me. I started shaking, letting all of my emotions from the day out. I felt a security with Pete that I didn't feel with Michael, I was simply too smitten with him to feel anything else.

"Hold me." I trembled, barely whispering.

Pete gently brought me to him, so my head was laying on his bare chest.

"It's ok," he stroked my hair. "It's ok." 

We soon both descended into the abyss of sleep, but not before I contemplated.

"God, I can feel that he likes me... but no matter how I want to, I don't love him in the same way."  I thought regretfully. "My heart belongs to Michael, and Pete knows that, but he seems so lovely too, he seems to care way too much."

I feel Pete's heart rate quicken as I gently scratch his chest. 

"God he really must like me..."  I sigh. 

A/N:

Uh oh! The drama omg!

Also, just FYI, basically the goth kids  in this story are lgbtq in some way, because hell, why not!

Thanks for reading!