it will never be enough.

you and denver’s relationship had been confusion for the past 6 years.

you grew up in the rich part of your town. your father was the mayor, you grew up in a nice house, and with the nicest clothes.

he grew up on the poor side of town— his father being one of the most infamous drug dealers.

the only way you really knew each other was because you went to the same school.

you went to saint mary’s, the private school on the edge of town. the only reason he was there too was because of his grandmother. even if he hated it.

rich pricks and uniforms? hell no. the only good part was you, he supposed, even if he would never admit it.

the two of you were partners for a project in 7th grade, and since then you clicked. both of you pushing and pulling at each other. you didn’t really know what the two of you were considering he was your boyfriend, but he wouldn’t let you be in a relationship with him.

why? he usually chose his most recent drug of choice over you or the fact that he believed the two of you would never fit.

but any drug he tried to push you out of his mind— never worked. it wasn’t enough.

all he could think about was your laugh, your hair, your singing when you thought he wasn’t listening. everything.

anyways, the two of you had gotten into another one of your arguments because he had shown up to your house totally drugged— barley even conscious.

which is how you ended up at this party. you enjoyed parties normally, but after finding out that denver was here— your mood was ruined.

you were sitting with your friend, Callie, on one of the couches— watching denver in the kitchen. he was talking to his friends, who were smoking a blunt. but you noticed he wasn’t.

even when girls would come over to him, he would say no.

it made your heart soften.

and he looked good. unfairly good. his lips were perfectly pouty, his brown hair was tousled, and he looked good— even in a team sweatshirt and some jeans.

later that night, as you were walking outside to watch the fireworks, someone followed.

you didn’t even have to turn around, his scent was enough for you to melt.

he didn’t even say anything, he just wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your head.