My bestfriend is my boyfriend

Chapter One: The big fight.

I'm walking home with darian, a lit cigarette in my hand. I take a hit. Darian is starring at me while playing with his lip rings. I remember when he got it peirced, we went together, he wears studs and I wear rings and our spider bites are on opposite sides. Like some best friends have matching cases or t-shirts, we have matching piercings.
"What?"
"I like your new haircut."
I smile "thanks"
My hair is cut into a pixie cut, much shorter than the black tangles that used to fall to my hips with blue tips. It's blue black with electric blue tips, my bangs hair slightly curly on my forehead. I love it, and it's not as much work as it used to be. I have smeared black eye liner with smudged silvery gray eye shadow my eye lashes lightly caked with mascara so they weren't blonde and short.
I take a hit of my cigarette and pass it darian.
"Who buys them for you now, anyway?" Darian randomly asks me.
"Katy, she turned 18 a month ago." I say taking it back.
My nose throbs, I got the bridge of my nose pierced a week ago and it still aches.
We turn onto my street, I drop my cig and Stomp on it, my tattered black converse don't protect my feet very well I feel the heat of the cig as it dies out.
Darian stops in front of his house, just a block from my own "txt me, bye" he says hugging me and walking inside.
I keep walking to my house, fiddling with my eye brow pericings hoping I didn't smear the brown brow filler, it looks weird if I don't fill them in.
I see my dads truck in the drive way. I quickly spray myself with perfume before going inside and pop a peice of minty gum in my mouth.
"Taylor?"
"Yeh, it's me."
"Get up here please"
"What?" I clear my throat. The way he is talking reminds me of all the times he found something bad, a reason to kick me out.
I walk up the stairs and see my dad sitting on the couch, he is holding something in his hands.
"Thought you were done with the pot, Tay?" He says angrily throwing the plastic bag on the floor. It's hash, but he doesn't know that.
"It's old, I swear" I lie. It's not old, but I can't confess that.
"Taylor. I told you if this happened again that your on your own"
"You're kicking me out?" I say furiously
"Your lying to me, this isn't old. And yes, I'm kicking you out."
"You can't do that. I'm only 17!"
"You old enough to do illegal drugs in your room while I'm out, your old enough to be on your own, you did this"
"Whatever. Go fuck yourself." I spit viciously.
I storm down to my room ready to pack my bags.
I find the little tan suitcase with the words Paris in hot pink. I open it, and see last months pay check from my work, Barnes and nobles and a toy store down town, I'm also taking free college credit classes for art and music in the community college just a few miles from my house. I have been saving for a apartment. They have been leasing for a week, but I had to wait until I was 18, just a month away from today. I have been saving from my long list of jobs since I turned 15 my freshmen year. It's about 11,000 dollars on account of saving my birthday money every year, other than what I spent on piercings. I pick up three of my old Victoria's Secret duffel bag, stuffing them with clothes, makeup and beauty products. If my dads kicking me out, I'm taking my shit with me.
I have a small love seat that has little pictures of cats all over it. I got it for my brithday a few years ago.
I pick up my phone and call darian.
"What's up, baby girl?" He says
"Will you bring over your truck, my dad kicked me out again and I need to start packing."
"Do you need boxes?"
"No,"
Darian pulls up in my back yard, packing the truck just outside my window. I open it, it's huge. One of those cool bay windows with the cute little bench to sit on. I'll miss having that in my room. He gets out and jumps into my room.
"I'll start taking your bed frame apart after you get the blankets off and I load the mattress in the back"
He says stuffing a few things Into another duffel bag."I got enough room for everything in my truck if we put stuff on the couch, and I brought bungy cords and Ratchet straps so we don't loose anything." He says, quietly crawling out of my window holding my heavy flat screen I got for my 16th birthday. He puts it in the back of the truck behind the front seats.
I strip the blankets off my bed. And start pulled picture frames and posters off the dark purple walls.
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We quickly shut the back of the truck, darian checking the ratchet straps. We get into the truck.
"Where are we going now?"
"Well, I already have a apartment on hold, I was going to move in next month, hopefully I can start tonight."
"We will be done unpacking before dark, you hardly own anything."
"Well let's go to the leasing office, and get that settled. Then I'm going to go shopping for kitchen supply's and food, the rest will go towards 6months rent, then I don't have to worry about that for a while."
"I'll put your stuff together while your out,"
"Why don't you move in with me?" I ask abruptly.
He hates his house, his father was also a asshole. He beats him, I have seen the bruises, the broken arms, hands, black eyes. I knew before he ever told me.
"I'm not 18 for another three months, I can't"
"You can, in Michigan at 17 you can move out, and your parents can't stop you though they are responsible for you if you were to get into trouble with the law."
"So I won't" he smirks "get caught, anyway"
"So you will move in?" I ask exitedly.
"Yes, but I'm going to help pay for things, like food.... And water and electricity."
"That's already paid for the first three months, that's how I got them to hold the place, because I have the money."
He turns into the complex.
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