C.R.I.M.S.O.N

T.O.P.D.O.G

Charlie's POV:

Cold.
Cold.
Cold.

My skin felt tight and cold. My chest was so tight it felt as if my ribs were hugging my heart in a harmful embrace. My lungs shrivelled and i was desperate for air.

My body jolted awake as dry and wet tears stained my damp cheeks. I whimpered small cries to myself as i drew my knees to my body and leant my chin on them.

"No no no no." I whispered as my cries got louder and the darkness of the room started closing in, yet getting deeper and deeper.

I hadn't had nightmares in such a long time. It must've been the change in scenery because i can't remember the last time i was so mentally impacted by the dreams.

My head was pounding.

"Please no..." I chanted.

I jumped out of my bed and sprinted to the balcony window, struggling to get it open.

My hands shook as i toyed with the handles of the patio door, useless, i started hitting the glass. I couldn't breathe.

I fell to the ground in panic and trembled in fear. Why was i so weak? I cried and cried until my eyes were swollen and my throat stung from panting. laying there bare on the ground in only socks and a tee shirt.

Not again.

Please not again.

I wiped my eyes and cheeks, got up and walked to the bedside, grabbed my lighter and weed. I had asked a guard to get some for me, had to pop a titty for it though.

He would not take no for an answer.

Was worth it i guess.

I wasn't an excessive smoker, i hadn't smoked in a few weeks, but when i was stressed or just...not completely sane, i would have a smoke.

And i needed a smoke.

I avoided the balcony through my room and decided the only way onto it would be through Asher's room, which was connected to mine.

I knocked on the door. No answer.
Knocked again. No answer.

I waltzed into the room. No Asher.

Perfect.

I didn't pry or invade his privacy, i just walked through to the patio doors and they opened as easy as day. Shutting them behind me i walked to my side of the terrace and sunk into a comfortable outside lounge chair. It was big enough for me to curl my legs to my body and so i did that too.

I got my grinder and weed, and tapped it onto the rolling paper.

It was like art rolling a spliff. You could fill it as much or as little as you like, trying to get everything as crisp and perfect as possible.

Only to burn it in the end.

Identical to life. Everything must be so pristine and put together. But truly everything within our rolling paper, was toxic and would ultimately lead to our death. Or impact our lives somehow.

It was the same.

As i slightly shook the wrapper, evening out everything, Asher's door swings open, crashing against the back wall.

He peers at me and watches me as i calmly lift it to my mouth and lick seem.

"What are you doing?" He asks with a furrow of his prefect brows.

"Smoking." I state. raising the now perfectly rolled joint to my lips and lighting the end. Blowing out a flurry of smooth smoke.

I lean back into the chair, legs now hanging over the edge and look out into the distance.

It was beautiful.

"Why? I didn't know you smoked, never seen you smoke before." He asks leaning against the cement barrier.

"Haven't done it in a while." I say, throwing my head back, loving the feel of artificial calmness take over my body. "Want some?" I ask, nodding to the joint in my hand.

"Mhm, thanks," He takes it from me, licks his lips and places it between them, sucking in, his cheekbones were incredible, "How the fuck did you get weed in here?" He comes to the realisation taking it out of his mouth.

"Your guards aren't very good at resisting a bribe." I laugh and sit up in my seat.

"Bribe him with what?" He asks blowing out smoke.

"Boobs." I say shrugging.

"Boobs? What do you mean boobs?" He asks confused.

I don't answer just giggle and steal the spliff from his fingers, he laughs at me.

"You showed him your boobs?" He asks becoming more serious.

"Yes i did. I showed him my left boob." I say, bringing the joint to my lips, but before i had the chance to inhale he steals it from me.

"What are you doing it's my turn!"

"Show me your boobs and you get it back." He says laughing.

"Are you serious?!" I ask giggling yet stunned with his openness.

"Do i not look serious." He says standing up right and forcing his smirk to disappear.

I bite my lip laughing, shaking my head. "Fine." I stand up and lift my tee shirt, since, boobs out in the open, nips hard from the cold.

He doesn't say a word but stares on awe, his lips part and i grab the joint from between them before it manages to fall out of his mouth.

"Ha!" I say, blowing smoke in his face.

"Little bitch!" He runs up to me and grabs me, lifting me over his shoulder.

"Put me down right now Asher."

"Nope." He flings me onto his bed and tickles me like i'm a child. And i laugh like a child.

"STOP STOP YOU WIN!" I yell. Giving up, i pant heavy breaths from my struggle, and fail of fighting him off.

"Yeah exactly baby, i always win. Always on top."He winks.

He hovers above my face with a sly smirk plastered on his face, hair falling infront of his forehead and chain dangling from his neck to mine.
Our breaths so close that they mix, a divine mix of mint, weed and sweetness.
My eyes can't help but wonder to his lips. His plump and juicy lips, I raise my hand and play with the hair on the back of his head, pulling his face forward.

But before our lips connect i quickly spin us around so i'm on top of him, straddling his waist.

"No, baby," I mock, "I'm always on top."

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hope you enjoy and i'm sorry for the wait, i don't even have an excuse i've just been busy, love you guyssss.