🪩 ·˚ ༘ ┊CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ! ˊˎ
kissing it out
( real life )

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𖤐 — CLOVERS APARTMENT

CHRIS STARED AT CLOVERS FRONT DOOR as he waited for her to open it. he was here, actually at another girls apartment to do something other than sleep together

to talk.

the thought of them just talking made him sick to his stomach, nauseous almost. this was everything he didn't want. it was everything he was scared of.

relationships, commitment, the entire idea of actually having to communicate and be close and vulnerable with someone like that scared him more than anyone could think of.

the door finally opened, and there she stood. clover moore in front of him

not fully dressed up or her hair done, her true self stood in front of him. hoodie and shorts, with her hair in its natural somewhat wavy pattern

"christopher" she greeted, leaning on the door as he walked in, "hey lucky" he teased "enough with that name" she groaned "nope, it's stuck now" she sighed and walked to her living room, sitting down with her back facing him as she looked back down at the tray full of weed

"getting a head start, are we?" he laughed as he sat down next to her "thought we needed to talk while sober?" she shrugged "i figured you wouldn't wanna talk at all anymore."

"we literally just argued about this i don't understand clover"

"because i- you said you dream about me how am i supposed to take that shit?"

"friends can dream of each other" he shrugged, staring down at her hands to avoid making eye contact with her, but he could feel her gaze from a mile away. burning holes into his skull

"bullshit. besides, are we even friends? you're—" she cut herself off, knowing where the conversation was headed and where it would lead to

"i'm what?" he asked, finally meeting her gaze "finish your sentence clover, i'm, what?"

"you're fucking confusing. one day you hit on me in your garage and then we makeout while smoking? now you're dreaming of me? you probably just want pussy, right?" she asked "ewh don't word it like that" his nose scrunched as he shook his head

"so i'm right?" she asked, her voice raising in pitch as her heart pulled

"no!" he defended "you're wrong!" "how?" she asked, leaning foward trying to get an answer of out him

"you just are!" he argued back once again. "i don't- this shit scares me can't you accept that?" clover scoffed, shaking her head as she stared down at the half rolled blunt "god you are just like people say you are"

"don't give me that, its not my fault that i am scared of this whole thing. i don't do this, clover. is that what you want me to tell you? that i don't do relationships because im scared shitless?"

"you don't think i am? i don't even know you and look how much we have fucking fought! you don't know me, and i have no idea who you really are besides mister fucking tough guy who loves to fuck random girls all the time" he stared at her wide eyed

"you told me you wanted to be fixed, that you think it's possible but you don't even want to be fixed. you enjoy this, detaching yourself from everyone who tries to want something more. i'm not like that!" she continued on

"how would i know? everytime i try to get close you take forever to give me a response or run in the other direction?" he asked, grabbing the tray and finishing the blunt for them

"i don't want casual, chris. yes, we made out. yes, it was amazing and i can't smoke without thinking about you. but i can't get attached the way i do if you're just going to keep playing around." she explained, finally calming down

"then what do you want? how do you know i can even give that to you?" he sighed out, looking over at her. however her eyes fell on her bookshelf in the corner

"i want undying love, love that consumes and hurts. i want someone to love and attach to me the way i have done to so many people." chris looked down at his phone, the notifications from girls from three hours ago

and it finally dawned on him how none of them even compared to her.

he made the choice right then and there.

"okay." he sighed out "okay" she looked at him, shocked, and a little confused. "okay, what?" she asked "i don't think we fight by the way, i like our arguments. yes, we are friends, but i don't dream about just friends."

"and you're hoes?" she asked as he lit the joint, watching as the flame ignited and smoke spread across her living room

he was lighting their blunt for them.

chris held it out towards her watching her hands as she took it in between her thumb and pointer, held it up to her lips and inhaled, then exhaled

she then looked over at him, a glow on her face

they had finally calmed down. enough to hear eachother out, and just with small looks they understood.

they were so bipolar. arguing one minute and flirting the next. but both were addicted to the other one.

music had been playing from her bedroom the entire time, and as he took the blunt back from her she sat on his lap, repositioning herself to straddle him as she pressed her lips against his

however, unlike the previous kisses they weren't hungry and lustful. like a starved lion who had been waiting for food its entire life. these were slow, meaningful. savory.

she pulled away slowly, staring down at him from his lap as her fingers ran through the back of his hair "you never answered my question" she confronted, raising an eyebrow at him as she waited , before repeating her question

"what about your hoes?"

"consider them gone."

she then proceeded to watch him take out his phone and block each and every last one of them.
it took about thirty minutes and his snapchat was practically empty

"there" he sighed out. she giggled as she inhaled yet more of the joint. "good" she smiled, looking up at him. chris's hand caressed clovers jaw softly as he turned her head towards to him

she now sat at his side, leaning into him as his arm draped around her shoulder "good, they aren't you" he smirked as he leaned in for a kiss, pressing his lips against hers

what clover failed to realize though as she watched him remove his followers was the recent instagram DM and snap from her very own best friend

who had been blocked since new years.

because what clover had still failed to realize was that her own best friend was obsessed with chris. they had slept together twice and in rowens mind she was convinced that she could have him

rowen wasn't guilty about it. she knew and was very aware about how clover would look if she popped out with chris

and she was ready for that. she wanted him, not her.

the things women do for a man's attention

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𝘾𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙀 ✧ 𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘼𝙆𝙎!
evil laughter i think

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