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I kinda changed it from what I originally wanted it to be, but it’s for the best, I can’t get banned on here lmao. Anyway enjoy hehe. Also do you guys think I have potential to become a Scriptwriter?? I don’t know what I want to study yet … but I have to choose something until July or take a gap year which I don’t really want
Daniel sat on the edge of my bed, his posture more relaxed than yesterday but still a little guarded. I couldn’t help but smirk as I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out a small, unassuming wooden box.
“What’s in there?” he asked, watching me curiously.
I set it on the bed between us and opened it slowly. Inside were neatly rolled joints, a small lighter, and a little bag of something that shimmered faintly in the light.
Daniel blinked, his calm facade cracking. “Wait. Is that…?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Drugs? Yeah. You okay with that?”
He hesitated for half a second, then leaned back, a grin tugging at his lips. “I didn’t think you were the type.”
“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think,” I said, pulling out a joint and lighting it with practiced ease. I took a slow drag, then held it out to him. “Want to find out?”
Daniel looked at me, his gaze shifting between the joint and my face. Then, to my surprise, he took it, his fingers brushing mine.
“First time?” I teased, watching him carefully.
“Not exactly,” he admitted, his voice lower now. He took a small drag, coughing slightly, then handed it back to me, his confidence returning as he relaxed into the moment.
Minutes later, the room felt different. The tension between us had melted into something warmer, more charged. Daniel’s laughter came easier, his words flowing with less hesitation.
“You’re full of surprises,” he said, leaning closer, his arm brushing against mine.
“Good surprises?” I asked, tilting my head toward him.
“The best kind,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on me longer than before.
I leaned in, the haze of the moment making every touch, every glance feel amplified. When our lips met, it wasn’t tentative like yesterday. This time, there was heat, a shared confidence as his hands slid up my arms and pulled me closer.
The box lay forgotten on the bed as Daniel let go of whatever had been holding him back. For the first time, he didn’t feel like the quiet, nervous boy from class. He felt like someone who belonged here with me, in this moment, and neither of us wanted it to end.
Daniel sat on the edge of my bed, his posture more relaxed than yesterday but still a little guarded. I couldn’t help but smirk as I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out a small, unassuming wooden box.
“What’s in there?” he asked, watching me curiously.
I set it on the bed between us and opened it slowly. Inside were neatly rolled joints, a small lighter, and a little bag of something that shimmered faintly in the light.
Daniel blinked, his calm facade cracking. “Wait. Is that…?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Drugs? Yeah. You okay with that?”
He hesitated for half a second, then leaned back, a grin tugging at his lips. “I didn’t think you were the type.”
“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think,” I said, pulling out a joint and lighting it with practiced ease. I took a slow drag, then held it out to him. “Want to find out?”
Daniel looked at me, his gaze shifting between the joint and my face. Then, to my surprise, he took it, his fingers brushing mine.
“First time?” I teased, watching him carefully.
“Not exactly,” he admitted, his voice lower now. He took a small drag, coughing slightly, then handed it back to me, his confidence returning as he relaxed into the moment.
Minutes later, the room felt different. The tension between us had melted into something warmer, more charged. Daniel’s laughter came easier, his words flowing with less hesitation.
“You’re full of surprises,” he said, leaning closer, his arm brushing against mine.
“Good surprises?” I asked, tilting my head toward him.
“The best kind,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on me longer than before.
I leaned in, the haze of the moment making every touch, every glance feel amplified. When our lips met, it wasn’t tentative like yesterday. This time, there was heat, a shared confidence as his hands slid up my arms and pulled me closer.
The box lay forgotten on the bed as Daniel let go of whatever had been holding him back. For the first time, he didn’t feel like the quiet, nervous boy from class. He felt like someone who belonged here with me, in this moment, and neither of us wanted it to end.
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