Billy Loomis
Billy and I are high. So high.
We're in his room listening to his classic rock vinyls while laying on his bed and staring at his ceiling. He suddenly pulled me into a messy kiss. I was caught off guard because I was so occupied by my trip. He tugged my bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled back. "I love you." He said, running his fingers through my hair. "I love you, too." I replied. He's being dreamy again. I giggled.
"What do you love about me?" He asked. I replied truthfully, "I love your voice, your smile, your hair. I love how you make me feel. I love your vibe. You, alone, gets me so fucking high." He laughed. I could tell he was smiling. Maybe even blushing.
I was the one that spoke after a few minutes of silence. "What about me, Billy?" I asked. "Hm?"
"What do you love about me?" He grabbed my jaw and leaned in close. I could feel his breath on my face. "You're a psychedelic daydream, princess." He whispered before pulling me in and kissing me.
For all my Loomis whores😌🖤
