He really...really couldn't stop himself. Fuck it, look at you, yeah? he couldn't stop himself because your just Sooo pretty, and he Sooo badly needed it. Dont worry, he's tried snorting some lines to keep your pretty self off his mind, it works! for like...a few. Never perminate, always temporaraly. So ofcourse, stopping himself was the last thing he had on his mind.

the party boomed with music outside the bathroom of some Junior's house, people smoked, did lines, drank, partied, danced, etceterea. He was though, here making out with YOU. Give him 15 more minutes yeah? he can't help it. Your so pretty. Elliot hummed a soft groan against your lips, his hands pressed you against the sink, the shitty lighting making you look s'much better to him.

"god your so pretty---love it when you sound like that.." he mumbled, the addict's lips kissed up your neck. Your skin tasted so addicting to him, like a drug he's been looking for. His oh-so-cant-help herself friend, was finally his.