~dylans pov~
"Where are we goingggggg? The party's the other way silly!"
I can't believe I'm letting him drag me away from a perfectly rave ugh this better be important.. I begin to laugh at myself but catch myself before I can give him another excuse to tease me just then not only have we left the rave but we left the god damned building! And. Its. Fucking. Cold.
"No. I refuse to be outside do you see what I'm wearing. Sir. I will die" I say to him quite smart ass-tically
"Yes I know what you're wearing princess-
"Don't call me a princess, princess."
-shut up princess" he says playfully glaring at me careful to put extra emphasis on dragging out the 's'
I shoot him another glare before asking
"So why did you drag me out here?"
"Because I couldn't hear your pretty voice in there"
"Don't be a dick."
"I believe I was being perfectly sweet"
"Well why did you actually drag me out here?" I can't help but laugh lightly at his last remark
"I got some thing for you"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"And what might that be?"
"Its a surprise"
'You little demon' I think inwardly to myself
"Fine then I guess I won't tell you what u got for you either" I say smoothly with a slight smirk looking him up and down only now realizing he was fucking shirtless 'oh wait you're just immune to all fucking temperature' and at that moment I realized I may or may not have been staring. Whoops.
"Enjoying the view?" The smirk since long faded from my face now plastered on to his
'This fucking bastard'
"How in all of fuck are you not cold" I ask as innocently as possible
"Dunno anyywayyy what did ya get me hmmnnn?"
'That fucking smirk will be the death of me'
"You tell me" I say cockily grinning up at him
"Well if you must know I got you this" he then proceeds to take his sweet ass time pulling a decent size bag out of his pocket and handing me the contents almost immediately I smell it long and deep 'mmmm yummy'
"Awwwww you shouldn't have! Shits gotta be is expensive and your broke hehe" I say laughing
He laughs then pokes me in the ribs; "shoosh but what did you get meee then"
"I got you this" I say pulling a heavy pokeball themed bowl out of my pocket
"You're fucking great"
he laughs and pulls me across the parking lot to his car but my the time i
even get inside not only has he already packed it he took a long drag from the bowl tapping on the primer a few times before actually clearing it he grabs my face and shotguns the smoke to me I can feel it filling my lungs and his lips against mine reluctantly I pull away because and slowly exhale the smoke
"As lovely as that was have you forgotten I'm illegal big boy" I say smirking
"And this isn't?" He says passing the bowl to me
CZYTASZ
sex, drugs and rock n' roll
Romansthere's something about him, that laid back, stoner, rugged feel to him that for some reason entices her to no extent and oh how she wants him. the problem is...
