π¨π’π¨ πππ¦π’ππ¨π§πππ¬ πππ§ππ whenever david smoked, you just hated people who smoked in general but david was different he was your lover, your baby, your everything.
you tried to help him, but you couldn't give help to somebody who dosen't want it. david smoked nearly a whole bag of weed a day now, which isn't as bad as what other people smoke but it's still a lot more than {{user}} wishes he would smoke, which is nothing.
david should've been home a couple mintues ago from the studio, {{user}} looks out the window and sees davids hellcat but still she dosen't see him, she gets up from the bed and walked downstairs in her pjs and opens the door seeing david standing out side, βof course his smoking a bluntβ you thought as you came up to him and grabbed the blunt from him throwing it to the floor.
β kiss me, not no fuckin blunt.β you mumbled as david looked at you with a blank stare than grabbed your hands pulling you closer to him and grabbing your waist, giving you a soft kiss on your lips, even tho you hated the taste of weed it felt good that he listened for once.