'What's your favourite flower, petal?'' his once rough voice, felt oddly soothing,
As we gazed up at the stars I feel as connected to him as they are. I know we aren't good people, we don't do good things, but now in this moment, we're normal.
I...
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After she left me in that alleyway making a dramatic exit by smashing my glass and strutting her way to the car, my mind has been a playground for thoughts about her, she was confident, extremely confident, she knew who she was, it was obvious, during the fight she stayed calm, fixing her hair and staring deep into my eyes when speaking.
She put in some damage to me, a few bruises on my arms and scratches on my face, the biggest one being the definite scar that will be on my upper arm from where a bullet skimmed my flesh, her aim isn't the best with that gun I must say,
I could teach her a few things.
After the fight I went to see Louis who was sure enough up and with some waitress holding a ice pack over his head, they were sitting a the bar, her barstool pulled closer to his basically sitting on his lap, he was laughing and she flicked her hair behind her face as she giggled at his stupid jokes,
''I'm going home, you look like you'll be alright'' I say walking over to Louis, watching him turn his face to look at me,
''Yeah mate ill call you'' he says while staring into her eyes, or her tits, I couldn't tell, could've at least looked at me, but I don't blame him, she's pretty fit.
The bar was a different atmosphere than before, the people were obviously drunker than before, the fight lasted a few minutes, nothing too dramatic, but it was made obvious to both of us that we wouldn't be able to do it without that gun, or maybe that was an excuse so we could see each other again, either one will do.
I walked to the front of the bar again opening the door and going to my car, my black Rolls Royce sat in the back of the lot, I made sure to get tinted windows on this one, the interior was expensive, the black leather seats and the led stars on the ceiling being my favourite parts.
As I sat in the drivers seat, this wasn't the best time for me to be driving, the deep cut on my arm definitely needs to be tended too, and my jaw was stinging, a lot.
I can't say it wasn't worth it though.
As I pulled of the driveway I turned on my aux putting on the best song in existence, in my opinion that is.
Now it's three in the morning and i'm tryna' change your mind, left you multiple missed calls and to my message you declined
I've always loved the Arctic Monkeys, but I do listen to a lot of fleetwood mac, it's a classic, they're hard to miss.
The lights on the road blurred from my half-drunken state, the fight partly sobered me up, I wasn't planning on driving myself home, but Louis was occupied and I didn't want to stay there anymore, the music was too loud plus the couples started to get touchy,
The music played in the background as I looked out my rear-view mirror, greeted by a dark car getting a bit too close to the back of mine, I slowly sped up a bit more than the limit, swerving through the cars in front of me , the car picked up the speed, following close behind,
