🪩 ·˚ ༘ ┊CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN ! ˊˎ
let me show you
( real life )

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𖤐 — THE DRIVE IN, LA

CHRIS' HEART POUNDED SO LOUD HE COULDVE SWORN THAT EVERYONE AROUND HIM ( INCLUDING CLOVER ) COULD HEAR IT. everytime she laughed, leaning foward and touching his arm, then her hand lingering there as they talked

she loved grease but didn't pay attention for a second. he knew that, and took her focus anyways. "fuck grease" he whispered to her as the two grabbed hands, sneaking away to her car

"i love grease" she pouted jokingly, stopping and pulling her hand away from his, crossing her arms as she looked up at him "we can watch it later"

"we? are you expecting a second date, mr.sturniolo?" she asked "im not expecting, im certain that there will be another date" he smirked.

her head turned towards the screen as her favorite song of the movie began to play 'there are worse things i could do'

her eyes melted as she leaned against the car, mouthing the lyrics, not being able to control herself. "your staring" she added in between verses, looking up at him once again

he shrugged, planting his hands comfortably on her hips "i've missed you" he repeated for maybe the hundredth time. she paused her fake singing, holding eye contact with him

"i have a joint in my car." she said, wrapping her hands around his neck. a flirty smile crept its way onto her face the way he loved

"for me? and a joint? not a blunt tonight? who'd you buy from?" he asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow as a sense of jealousy rose its way up his throat "i found a new shop downtown" she smiled

"damn, going to shops without me now? for a second i believed you were really trying to forget me" he laughed out "shut up, let's go" she grabbed his hand and opened her car door, getting in her drivers seat while he closed the door for her and went to the passengers

he sat comfortably in the car, once again the way they always did. she glanced over at him, giggling as she reached over his and grabbed the joint from her glove compartment

"damn, that shit smells lucky" he laughed, grabbing it from her hand and getting his lighter out "chris.. babe are you silly? tryna kill me?" she asked

"tryna kill you? lucky, what do you think i'm gonna have you doing? jumping jacks?" he laughed as she smacked his shoulder "boy, you're sick in the head. no! you're lighter is white, baby" she grabbed it from him

"i didn't get it for me, matt did. if anything, he's trying to kill you!" he confessed, holding his hands up like a man pleading his innocence "hmm, i mean i guess" she rolled her eyes

he pulled out another lighter from his pocket, and held the joint in between his thumb and pointed with one hand, while the other tried to spark the lighter "stupid ac" he mumbled, frustrated

clovers hands shielded the flame from the joint, and she watched as his face illuminated by the light. the shadows falling in between his jaw and cheekbones, and the light focusing on his nose and lips

it was a sight to see 

"baby, you're staring" he reminded her "don't call me baby" she told him

"i'll call you what i want, clover" he said sternly, holding the joint up to her. the brunette rolled her eyes, before holding eye contact with him as she took a hit, sucking in the smoke as she stared into his eyes

she held it in for a second before blowing it out, coughing a bit before she watched him take a hit. "i've missed you" she told him again

"god, i can't even tell you how bad i missed you" he laughed "try" she smiled "nope"

"please?" she asked, leaning back into her seat, staring at him with pleading eyes. ones that he could never say no to. "fuck... i mean- i don't know!" 

"it's okay, i'm just playin with you" she shrugged "i could show you though" her head snapped towards him, and clover raised an eyebrow. she was making sure she heard him right. "show me?" she questioned "show you" he repeated,  taking yet another and his final hit of the night

"one more hit, okay?" he asked, smirking. she nodded her head, once again holding eye contact with him as she took a hit before he smushed the lit end of the joint in between the baggie, making sure the flame was put out before leaning his chair back and patting his lap

"you suggesting something?" she smirked "you're gonna have to use your words, chris" she laughed, before he shrugged and simply grabbed her face, colliding his lips with hers.

grease playing in the background, smoke in her hair, lips on hers. the way she had been wanting them to be for a month now. every day, one. entire. month.

she followed his lead, sitting herself on his lap as she hunched lowly, making sure not to hit her head on the roof of her car. "see? i missed you more than words could say" he said, tucking her hair behind her ear and admiring her as she straddled his lap

she tied her hair back, and thanked god that she had dark tint all  throughout her car "let me show you how much I've missed you" she lowered herself once again, looking up at him though her lashes and hooded eyes from her car floor, on her knees.

smoke and sex was a love language that few understood but, to those that did understand it it was something beautiful and possibly sacred.

at least to chris and clover it.

it was no ordinary love.

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