Pretty Boy

Pretty Boy

How could you exactly define yourself as being pretty?

Is keeping myself high, be enough? Would the wounds around my body, mark me as to being one? Could drowning myself with alcohol guarantee me into feeling like that?

Because if it does, then I guess being wrecked and having an obscure life are things that could be defined as being pretty.

But, being pretty comes with a cost, and seeing your friend as to being one is just plainly forbidden.

But what if the forbidden nature of it all, could come falling into a mess that's nowhere near as pretty as him. Would it fall into shattered pieces or could it fix what is already broken?

And would the love that both of them are willing to give each other be enough to overpower the bigger repercussions that'll probably come out of it?

[Smut Included]