Illegal My Ass

Chapter 6- 'There is no finer art than pornography.'

“Well, Dr Phil certainly surprised everyone earlier.” Lacey commented, sitting cross legged on my bed whilst brushing her hair so she doesn’t resemble a cavewoman anymore.

“Tell me about it.” I reply “Funnily enough though his point may have been totally messed up, but at the same time it made sense.”

She nodded “I know, it actually scared me that halfway through him talking I actually found myself agreeing with him. Then again Drake has always had a way with words.”

She had a point. Drake always managed to talk his way out of any sticky situation. I think it was because of his looks or his ridiculously appealing charm, but somehow he would speak and everyone listening to him would be nodding along to everything he said.

I mean his point downstairs was totally ridiculous. Never allowing yourself to get close to someone by something as small as actually sticking around until morning, but by the time he finished talking he actually made sense.

It was self-destructive and kind of lonely, but at the same time is seemed like a genius idea.

Never get that close to someone and you can never be hurt.

That may work for him fair enough, and if I could do it then to be honest I probably would. But I don’t know if it’s because I’m female and no matter how much any girl denies it, every girl wants someone to cuddle and be with at some point in their lives. I’m not saying right now at this age, but at some point in the future everyone wants to find that one person that they love.

It may end in you getting hurt, but the in between part of the relationship can sometimes be worth it cos it makes you feel good. It does make you happy while it lasts. Its shit when it ends yeah, but the times you had together are memories that can actually make it all worth it.

You just gotta find someone that’s worth risking it for.

I keep thinking that Garry was worth it, but some part of me is questioning it. Yes fair enough I loved him, I may still do, but was he worth feeling like crap for when we did split up? Was it worth me giving him everything I had and him pushing me away?

I still don’t know.

“So anyway, what are we doing today?” Lacey asks pulling me away from my thoughts “Whatever it is, I don’t plan on leaving this house, washing or putting make up on. So your options are limited.”

I laughed but agreed. I was still hungover and the idea of actually getting dressed, doing my makeup and hair and looking presentable is just so not appealing right now.

 “We can just stay here for the day. It’s Saturday so you can stay tonight as well if you want. I’m thinking a lot of junk food and films.” I suggest, and Lacey nods with a grin.

“I’m up for that. Got no clothes though so what’s yours is mine.” She winks at me, and I shake my head in amusement. Lacey basically lives at mine so yeah, every single item of clothing I own she has probably worn more than me. The freak even used my toothbrush once.

I almost rammed it down her throat when I found out about that one. There are some boundaries, but she just laughed at the fact I was almost urging.

“What are the guys doing?” Lacey asks, and I shrug.

“Probably plotting something that is going to piss me off severely.” I state bitterly, staring out of my window at the pool in the back garden. Our dad did well for himself so the house was kitted out pretty well.

“Can you please close the curtain, the sun is blinding me!” Lacey whines covering her eyes dramatically with her arm and falling back on the bed like she’s just been shot.