❝ 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 '𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰… 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬. ❞

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Live fast, die young.

That was you and Abel’s motto. The two of you were wild childs, being so carefree of the world around you. You were always a good kid but when you were introduced to Abel, things changed. You actually had fun in your life. He was the only one who could make you feel like this.

Skipping school to hang out at diners, going to parties, smoking, drinking alcohol, having hangovers. All that stuff.

He was never afraid to live on edge and you admired him for it. Your parents didn’t approve of him, but you didn’t care. After all, it was high school — a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Might as well make the most of it since you two were young. . .

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The aroma of weed lingers in the air, smoke being blown out. You laid on your bed as Abel was smoking his joint, music playing in the background. You two secretly skipped school and here you were, in your bedroom with him — just hanging out and lighting up joints.

Thank god your parents weren’t home.

He purposely blows smoke in your face, laughing at your reaction when he did that. “Chill, it’s just smoke. . .” You rolled your eyes as you then sat up, he passes the joint to you, thinking for a moment.

“Heard there’s a party tonight, just wondering if you wanna go with me and La Mar?”