2005 ⋆. ୨୧˚⋆

It was ritual by now. All week, you'd be bored to death by your boyfriend, Scotty, just waiting for Sunday. What did you do on Sundays? Well, it was a long story.

Weekly, Ian Mckinley would pull up down the street to where your house was. No matter what you two did in the back of that van, you would always end up with your back arched and your hair a mess. Sure, it was wrong to be cheating on your boyfriend, but he was just so boring.

This was different. This was fun.

So, as usual, you found yourself walking down the street to Ian's van. "Hey, Pip~" A smile spread across his face; it was the type of smile where he knew what he was doing was wrong but was still excited nonetheless.

You were gonna be the death of him.