The trouble with drugs is that no matter how much pain and misery they put you through, they become a part of you. And you will always want to go crawling back.
A/N: Allchapters are in past tense/mixed tenses. I started this before I could get the hang of writing and I haven't found the time to fix those mistakes.
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s w e e t p r o f a n i t y
After my shower, I wander around Aaron's beach house. Now that it's daytime, I can see everything much better. The beach house is truly magnificent. The living room is across from two giant, glass slide doors and through them, I can see the water crashing onto the white-sanded shore, and the beautiful blue sky. Just like his parents' home, it looks expensive and very tidy, which I find very unbelievable because two guys live here.
I walk barefoot around the space, glancing at the pictures and antique décor. Extra conversation made my mind spark in curiosity. I open the double doors to the kitchen and half in surprise when Matt speak.
"So, you're the screamer at one in the morning?" he smirks.
"That's your tutor? The snitch?" says Kian, Aaron's other best friend.
"You know snitches get stitches?"
"Nígga, sit yo petty ass down." Matt laughs.
I stand at the doorway, paralyzed as their eyes watch. One thing about me is that I am not a fan of attention, whether it's flattering or not. Spotlights and I simply don't get along.
When the hell did they get here? I thought it was just Aaron and I? And I'm "the screamer at one in the morning"? Matt was here the whole time?
Maybe life just doesn't like me.
I swallow the lump in my throat and twitch my top lip into some-what of a smile. "Good morning," I say politely.
The blonde laughs, "It had to be a good ass night for you too."
"We heard 'dame all the way from the front door, bruh." Matt snickers, "Aaron! Oh!" He mocks.
My cheeks are burning when Kian joins with a feminine lisp, "Fúck, don't stop!" they both began laughing loudly at the table. "And then Aaron's dirty ass was telling her, "say my name, say my name!"
Matt cracks up, "Yo, Aaron's into some freaky shít. One time I found handcuffs—"
Handcuffs? Blindfolds?
Oh, hell yes.
"What the fúck was you doin' in my room?" Aaron interjected, not the least bit embarrassed about his kinks.
Matt froze for a second and through his facial expressions, I watched him come up with a random lie in his head. "Nah, nigga you got it wrong. I was walking outside your room and thought I saw... You know what? I'll just stop right here." Kian laughed at him.
