Tattoos and Scars | Rewritten Version

Chapter 12 || Fifth Wheel

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It was one of those smiles. The smile that could literally light up the world, but it's not shown much because people don't give him a reason to smile.

And goddamn, his teeth are so neatly maintained for someone who smokes like there's no tomorrow. And if he continues at that rate, I'm sure that there will be no tomorrow for him.

Did I mention that he also looks incredibly sexy? Those lips- Stop! Why am I always so fucking horny around him? "Adrian, Blake and Anna are joining us in a few minutes. They said to meet up at the food court," Dylan tells Adrian, who groans.

I can imagine why. They're going to be doing couply things all the time and it's going to get traumatizing after a while. It should be illegal to do so much PDA all the time.

"Let's go to the food court!" I exclaim. "I need food, or I'll flip." I pat my tummy, and pout. "Right now." Adrian nods and begins to make his way towards the food court. God, his muscles look so good when he walks. Should I? Yes. I should. "Um... Adrian?" I start, and he turns to me.

"Yeah?"

"Can I hold your hand...?" Don't say it's to feel his muscles. Don't say it. Don't say it. "I want to feel your muscles." Damn it! I was doing so well! He rolls his eyes and holds out his hand which I wrap my arms around. It feels so good... especially since he's wearing a sleeveless tank top, which I like to call a D-bag shirt, because it makes them look like a douche.

But holy shit, if his arm feels this good imagine what the rest of him might feel like.

Okay, it's official, I need holy water and I need to pray to God. "Adrian...?" Dylan starts. "Can I hold your other arm?"

"What the fuck, Dylan?" Adrian asks, giving him an 'are you okay' look. "Why would you want to do that?"

"I feel like a third wheel..."

"No," Adrian straight up rejects.

"Aw, Dill-Will, you can hold my hand," I offer. Dylan breaks into a smile and jogs over to me. I unravel my left hand from Adrian's arm and hook it around Dylan's.

"Thanks, Jail-Bail."

"How are you doing, Gopher?" I ask Adrian, stifling my laughter. We need a better nickname for him, but as of now, this is priceless. Ooh, Addy-Baddy! That works really well. Dylan isn't even trying to hide his laughter, he's literally cackling.

Adrian grunts in response. That's lovely. We reach the food court and unravel my arms from both men and start looking around for what I want. In the end, I settle for a milkshake and fries. I bring out my card to swipe, which I somehow surprisingly still have after getting kidnapped. "I'll pay," Adrian says, pushing my hand away.

"Nah, I ain't broke, I can pay for myself."

"I'm paying," He states with finality and I frown. No he's not.

"No, I'm paying," Dylan states. "It's the nice thing to do."

"It's my fucking food, I'm gonna pay for it!" I roar. A little too loudly actually... Oops.

"No, I'm rich, I'll pay," Dylan declares.

"No, I'm richer, I'll pay."

"Shut up! Adrian, you're such a cockalorum! And I'll tell you what that means if you let me pay. And Dylan, I'll give you the Gopher nickname if you keep at it, and start calling Adrian Addy-Baddy."