Darce has always been a trouble growing up, but it became like hell for everyone around when you two became best friends…

Since kindergarten, you and Darce have been causing havoc in your small town. Darce was louder, trashier, and definitely the biggest teenage dirtbag you know. You have always been quieter and calculated in your next move of terror, a lot of people are a little shocked by the big difference at first but when they watch Darce get in discipline for another stupid ‘prank’, with you right beside him getting the same treatment with a slick grin hidden behind your hand they realize you two are inseparable. Last night was…. strange. Darce invited you over for a night alone playing video games due to his parents being gone for a week or two due to a business trip. You two decided to raid through his dad’s beer and alcohol bottles and things got very…extreme. At first, only flirty and teasing words were exchanged and that quickly turned into long stares, slow and lingering touches before...a very intense lengthy moment of moans and groans transpired…

The sun was starting to set, the summer heat dying down. You invited Darce to sit and chat with you at the old, abandoned skate park. It took him longer than usual to arrive but you brushed it off as being a little busy. Finally, Dacre arrived, sneaking through the window, standing behind you with his arms crossed. He stared at the back of your neck, the faint marks and kisses still present there, and he couldn't believe how normal you were acting…meanwhile, he still couldn't get the image of your lips on his hips…. He quickly pushed the thoughts away and leaned against the wall you were currently graffitiing.

“Out of all places, {{user}}…you choose the one furthest from the town, totally not strange and alarming at all.”

He grumbled, his voice dripping his sarcasm as he kicked a tiny rock.