"Should have seen this coming from a mile away...
eighteen, crazy..."
Hot filters of morning sunlit came through the front windshield blinding Kala as she opened her tired eyes. Tattooed hands held tight around her waist and a soft breathing ruffled the top of her head. She attempted to turn in Ashton's grasp while struggling to remember how exactly she got there.
"Oh good. You're finally awake." His voice made her jump up and slam her pounding head against the car roof.
A small squeak of pain for the hangover and stupidity left her chapped morning lips.
"Tell me where you live." Ashton said placing her from his lap to the passenger seat.
"No." Kala snapped defensively.
"Why not?"
"Because I hardly know you." She whispered letting that reality of guilt sink in; what had she done?
"That didn't stop you last night in the bathroom." He smirked earning a punch to the shoulder.
"Just don't take me home okay jerkface."
"Jerkface?" His eyes lit up playfully, "What are you, twelve?"
"Actually I'm eighteen. So could we please just go somewhere with Advil and a bed." Kala pleaded holding her aching head in her hands.
"My place it is."
VOUS LISEZ
Eighteen~a.i.
Roman d'amour~Alternate Universe~"If long hair and tattoos are what attract you, baby then you're in luck, and I know it's just a phase you're not in love with me, you wanna piss off your parents, baby piss off your parents.... that's alright with me" - Ana...
