~Next day~

"Girls!"

Daisy and I ran down the stairs to our mother to find our older brother and sister.

"Noah!" I leaped into his arms.

"Neveah!" Daisy hugged her tightly, the we all had a group hug.

Noah and Neveah were adopted by my parents when they were seven and Noah was 15, Neveah was 12. Their parents went to prison for stealing liquor and badly injuring people in the process.

"I thought we were not going to see you until summer! How's college?" Daisy asked.

The room went silent.

"Well actually...I dropped out."

Daisy and I looked at Noah. Is he crazy?

"What? Why?"

"Because...This is my home." He gestured around him.

"This town is my home. My family is my home... I hated it there too. Plus, mom and dad have been offered a job offer..."

My mom began to speak.

"Your father and I... we're needed in Italy."

"For how long?" Daisy started to get anxious.

"Until we retire..."

"You said no, right?"

She looked ashamed.

"No, uh we said yes. Noah will live here with you guys until you graduate and go to college."

Is she serious? She is crazy!

I couldn't take it, so I stormed off to my room.

~Hours Later~

I decide to leave. I don't know where i'm going but I'm leaving.

I storm down the stairs, my mom and older siblings eyes on me but I really don't care, I'm out of this bitch.

I took the keys to the car that Daisy and I share and stormed out.

I drove around until I find myself at Andrews house.

I knock and the door opens and I immediately hugged him, not even saying hi or anything.

He hugs back, stunned.

"What's wrong Rosalie?"

I wipe my tears and pull away, to see I wasn't hugging Andrew. It as Ky.

"Sorry...Where's Andrew?"

"He's out with friends. He won't be back till late."

I roll my eyes.

"K."

I turn around and begin walking to my car until I feel a tug on my wrist. I look back at him.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"No."

He pulls me closer,and I get nervous.

Instead of doing something stupid, he hugs me. I hug back tightly.

"My parents are m-moving to a different country...again."

"Again?"

"When my siblings and I were younger, they moved to Russia for four years. I guess once they got back and missed us so much, they wouldn't do it again. That obviously wasn't the case."

He pulls away and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and wipes the tears that were rolling down my cheeks.

Without saying anything, he gently held my hand and brought me to his car and began driving.

We later arrived at some gas station, it seemed pretty old, but I love vintage things.

He brought me inside.

"I don't have any money with me."

He smirked and whispered into my ear.

"Neither do I."

He began walking to the back of the gas station. Where the alcohol is.

He opened the cooler and grabbed some red wine, he looked at the cashier, who was nearly asleep, then shoved it in his jacket.

"What are you doing?!" I whisper yelled.

"Shh."

I rolled my eyes as he walked to the front door, casually shoving a lighter into his pocket.

We reached his car.

"I can't believe you just stole that stuff! You're a criminal!"

He chuckled. 

"Oh please, i'm hardly a criminal."

I lightly hit him in the arm. as he starts to drive out of the parking lot.

"We should get going, it's getting dark."

He smiles at me. 

"We can't watch the sunset together?"

He looked genuinely hurt.

"Fine."

We got to the park and sure enough, no one was here.

He grabbed the wine and the lighter and stepped out.

I followed him to the top of a slide and sat down with him.

He grabbed a cigarette from his pocket and used the lighter he just stole to light it.

I played with the holes on my jeans as I watched the sunset, smelled the stench of smoke.

He then brought the cigarette to my lips. I had never smoked before.

I take it from his hands, and put it between my lips and breathe in, and let he smoke out.

"I'm impressed, you didn't even cough."

He then opened the wine and brought it to his mouth.

The sun was nowhere insight.

I then took the bottle from him and chugged it. Bad Idea.

My mouth stung strongly. I scrunched up my face.

Ky laughed and took the cigarette and the bottle out of my hands.

And there I was. Getting drunk and smoking with Kyler Acer. A criminal.

We were laughing at pretty much nothing when he leaned closer. I couldn't help but look at his lips. I couldn't help but want to kiss him.

He finally leaned in. He tasted like cigarettes and wine. But i really didn't mind.

He brought his hand to the side of my face, deepening the kiss.

What am I doing? I'm talking to Andrew!

I know I should have listened to the voice in my head that was telling me this was wrong, but he was too addicting to stop now.

 I move and sit on him, straddling him.

I put my arms around his neck, trying to get closer.

He forced his tongue into my mouth and I couldn't help but smile.

He bit my lip. Hard. So hard, I think it bled.

But for some reason I liked it. I pushed him down and began to kiss his neck, eventually sucking when he let out a slight moan.

He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, and I immediately reconnected our lips.

I then realized we were in the middle of the park. 

I sat up, out of breath and put my hands on his chest.

"Ky. Ky we're drunk. And in a park." I slurred.

"But now I have a problem..."

Yeah I know. I could feel his problem.

"Well you help me? Just a little bit?"

"No."

He frowned and sat up, giving me a peck on the lips before we stood up.

"Let's go home. Today has been crazy."

"Want me to take you home?"

I shook my head no.

"We are drunk. I'll just have Christina pick us up."

"What about your car? it's at my house still."

"I can just get it tomorrow."

I then dialed Christina's number.

"Hello?"

"Corbyn?"

"Uh yeah? Chris is asleep, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Welllll can you come pick me up? I'm drunk as heaven."

I hear Corbyn chuckle through the phone.

"Yeah I'm on my way."

I look back at Ky. His lips look so...Kissable. Again.

I then leap into his arms and kiss him again.

~                                                                                                                                                            ~

"I'm downing, but please don't save me."

In Too Deep- Why Don't We

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Don't be sad because sad spelled backwards is das and das not good.

5-8-20