Time went by and we talked for hours...
it had just turned 6:30, me and mark where getting to know eachother more and more, and we had alot in comman, it was just amazing! we had gotten though half a bottle of JD, and smoking eachothers cigerates, i was not even tipsy and nore was mark, we where so used to drinking JD that the effect of being drunk didnt hit us like it would on any other person, and we where still talking sence.
"how long you been smoking for then?" i asked, smiling
"tried it at 15 had one now and then, then propally started smoking at 16, you?"
"started propally smoking at 15, my perants hated it, they threw me out at 16..." i spoke
"can i ask why?" he asked, his smile dropped a little
"i was brought up in a strict family, they controled what music i listened to, the clothes i worn, the places i went to, even the freinds i had.... if i steped out of line there would be a punishment, i started ro rebel agenist all the rules and broke every single rule they laid down, they started to hate me, i was out at the age of 15 smoking and drinking, the only thing i never did and i will never do is take drugs, but they thought i was, i would roll in early hours, i would raid the kichen for food then run to my bedroom and stay there all day, with a bad hangover, i skipped school, becouse i got bullied alot, and i started to hate everything and everyone in sight, i was filled with anger and regert, i was never close to my mum or dad and being a lonely child it killed me, i felt alone and tied down, i just felt drained every single day, then to make matters worse i got home one day, my mum grabbed me by the ear and took me up stairs and told me to pack my things and get out... this only happened a couple of days after my 16th birthday.... so i did what she said... and stayed at my freinds house who i used to party and skip school with... but then she started to go off the rails and got into drugs and started sleeping around, so i moved out, and this is how i ended up shareing a house with two snobbed up bitches...i hate talking about my perants they mean nothing to me...i understand they tried to give me a good life but i needed to breathe, i needed space, all i wanted was perants who would listen to me, and who would belive what i said, and cared about my feelings, insted of caring about what music i listened to, or how i dressed.... " i spoke while looking at the floor
mark lifted my head up with his hand softly,as our eyes met, he smiled a little...
"your perfect..."he wispered
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Grunge love
Teen Fiction"Her eyes where bright blue, her tangled curly dark brown hair, to go with her silver nose ring, dressed in a oversized grey and white flannel shirt wrapped around her waist, a baggy iron maiden shirt tucked into her black ripped at the knees skinny...
