Omg I graduated!!
As you started to preach but didn’t even finished it, his eyebrows rose. Even though he had a hard time to not start laughing, not at you, but just because he knew that you asked yourself probably the same question as he did, where did that responsible girl come from, at least the one feeling responsible enough to not do drugs, or to let him not do drugs.
"I’m a deeply unhappy person Lola and I got things to kill inside of me, so why not that way? I don’t think that’s something you need to be like, feel responsible for, technically you’re protecting others from yourself, because you can put up a smile again and act friendly." He muttered and shrugged his shoulders, yet couldn’t help but smile as you just smirked and said to do drugs either way. "Hell yeah." He said and yet then handed you some pills and opened the bottle of whiskey. "That’s the girl I know."
”Yea, yea, I get it,” she answered with a roll of her eyes. ”Life sucks, then you die and all of that, except for the fact you’re not that lucky,” she chuckled after she quoted Jacob Black. He definitely was her favorite character because Edward and her were way too much alike and Bella was just a pain in the ass.
She took a bottle of water from the bag she had been carrying with her, took two of the pills and quickly drunk some water afterwards. It looked like she was taking her daily medicine, it was so innocent, quickly and easy the way she did it. “You sound like Mitchel,” she teased you with a smile.
After she sat down next to James, he wiped an arm around her shoulders and stared into the park. “You.” He seriously answered, pulling you towards him. James was the kind of guy that would always poke, touch, comment or annoy. Some people liked it - he was this busy kind of guy that always wanted to cheer people up. It was not like you needed it.
"No, I’m just enjoying my break. So just relax, I guess." He smiled at you, while his friends had already started their own topics. Women passing by, mostly. James turned his head to you, pulling up his eyebrows. "And what is our little criminal doing in this lovely park?"
”Sure,” she said with a roll of her eyes. It was the typical thing to say: any guy who liked her for the first bit, would tell her something like that. It was charming, though. You were charming, even though you were a bit too shiny happy for her taste.
She glared towards your friends for a second, smiling softly when she picked up on the subject they were talking about. Very typical. She nodded on your answer and gazed towards you. ”Your little criminal just got back from a trip to Spain, actually,” the blonde said with a smile.
He rolled his eyes, damn well knowing you just took his drugs to use them yourself eventually. “Why not is it such a crime?” He mumbled as he then just lit up a cigarette and looked at the blonde in front of him, the one he had well shared most of his forever with. But in moments like this, they seemed miles away, perhaps all that time apart and he dating around didn’t really bring much good eventually. But then why would you care about him doing drugs again, where was that reckless girl? Softly he sighed and ran his fingers through his golden brown hair. “Since a while again.”
”This stuff is absolutely bad for you and…-” she started, but she found herself stuck at a sentence, shaking her head, glaring at you. According to her glance she had accidentaly broken through the defence of your thoughts and had heard every single word you just thought about her. That could not possibly be good news.
She gave the drugs back to you and slowly took a step away. “Seems as though,” she spoke, “I became good. Or better. How weird is that.” She frowned. It seemed ironic that she was taking responsibility and all of that, while what she was doing right now with her life could not be more irresponsible. “Screw the law, let’s do some drugs.” She smirked.
"A nice way to say hello." James answered, having his friends laughing because of your statement. "But yes, I wouldn’t forget this gorgeous girl." He smiled, trying to be ‘charming’, but knew you wouldn’t buy it because you were simply too stubborn. So he continued. "These knuckleheads are my friends. E, Turtle and Drama." They were all nicknames, obviously.
They greeted you. Drama was James’ older brother, but he didn’t look anything like his younger brother. Drama looked like the funny, fat guy and E was more of a Lola type, stubborn and always smarter than the rest. E was James’ manager for his acting career - he would always make the smartest decisions, unlike James himself. James moved to the side, making space between him and his friends. “Come, sit.”
”You know very well I don’t know how to be polite,” the blonde girl teased the boy with a smile. “But as it appears, I sure knew how to make an impression, you even remember my name!” She chuckled and watched how you introduced your friends to you, or, your company. She wasn’t sure what to think about them and that was not in the first place because f their weird nickname.
Right now, she was just glad she didn’t have a weird nickname. It was either Loo when people knew her as Lola and Ronnie when people knew her as Veronica. But she guessed they were great people. She smiled when you invited him over and carefully sat down next to you. “So what brings you to the great city of New York?”
"You’re welcome." His gaze went towards you before he looked around his apartment. "Getting high, obviously." The tall guy smirked towards the blonde before he got some drugs and just threw it on the table.
”I’m not getting high with you,” the blonde spoke with a roll of her eyes. She took the drugs from the table the moment you threw them onto the table. “Since when do you even do drugs again?” she asked with a shake of her head. She had probably just taken the drugs away from you - probably to use them later, without you, but she was not going to tell you that.
"Sadly enough not." His eyes wandered towards you just before he lifted you up. No matter how annoyed you were by it, because they indeed drew the attention. But right now he couldn’t care less, perhaps a bit. Once in his apartment though he putted you down indeed. "As you wish my Lady." His lips curled up to the side as he studied you for a moment.
”Thank you,” she said. She got up her feet again the moment you put her down - she was very, very glad she could feel the ground underneath her feet again. She gave you an annoyed look, stole the keys of your appartment from your hand, opened the door and walked in first, throwing the keys back to you. “So what is it that we’re doing here?”
YEAH I DID! haha. okay.
Aaaand that… is Hole. You’re welcome xp
Just never heard of it….
Have you ever heard celebrity skin? (: