POV: Dillion Smiley

It should be a crime to be this fucking ugh! I can’t even describe it. Cute? Sexy? Hot? Adorable? All the fucking above? God damn this girl is perfect. Can we just skip to our happily ever after already and just fuck the rest of the world? Is that how life works?

Music blared so loud my ears rang but I didn’t care. Rebel didn’t want her Mom’s getting suspicious of us so she put the music on to drown out our moaning. We are in day two of me staying here. Wonderful day two.

“F-fuck, you’re turning me on.” I moaned as Rebel kissed my neck softly her hands unbuttoning my shirt, well her shirt that I borrowed.

Ever since I kissed her again we haven’t been able to keep off of each other. I think her moms are catching on faster than she thinks. They keep looking at me weird and being extra nice to me. It’s freaking me out.

Just then the song changed and more rock or as Rebel put it punk/Screamo played out.

“I love this song.” Rebel pulled back and headbanged lightly.

“Don’t stop.” I pouted.

She mouthed the words to the song before leaning down and kissing me. I rolled my eyes but smiled into the kiss. She’s adorkable. Although we are going to have strong words about her taste in music after this. I swear I only understand half the words coming out of those speakers plus it’s so loud for that sake of being loud that at any second my ears might actually start bleeding.

I ran my hands up her neck and tangled them into her beautiful long wavy black hair. God, I love her hair, why can’t my hair look that good so effortlessly? It’s not fair, it should be a crime to be this fucking cute. Damn her for being so hot.

Our lips made loud smacking sounds as we proceeded our make-out session. She pulled me out of her blue flannel because let’s face it, her flannels are the only non-hideous clothes she has. I’ve been stealing every last one. Much to her displeasure, but too bad. Girlfriends steal clothes all the time, so she will have to accept her fate.

Her hand accidentally grabbed me right on my stitches on my thigh.

“Ow! Mother fucker!” I pulled back.

“Sorry, sorry, my bad.”

“You better be sorry.” I flipped our positions and slammed her down onto her back.

She giggled.

“Oh so you think my suffering is funny, well two can play at that,” I smirked.

She rolled her eyes as I leaned down and resumed the steamy session. My fingers found the button to her pants and I quickly undid them. God, she’s so fucking hot, I just want to fuck her already. But nooo, we just got together, we haven’t even gone on a real date yet, we should take this slow. Ha! Yeah right, I will get what I want.

I always do.

I yank her pants down to her knees revealing her purple undies. I swear this girl must have purple blood. Damn, I’ve never seen so much purple in my life. Purple clothes, purple walls in her room, purple decorations, she even has a purple shower luffa! And I thought I was bad with pink.

“What?” her chest rises and falls rapidly.

“Really purple undies?”

Her face turns red.

“What’s wrong with them?” she sits up slightly to look.

“Nothing, but everyone knows purple is just a rip off pink.” I shove her back down to the bed.

“You are ridiculous.” She giggles.

I smile and kiss her neck softly.

“oh, god that feels good.” She moans softly.

I pull back and pull her out of her lame band t-shirt. I mean seriously if I see another band t-shirt I might burn her closet down. The girl needs help desperately in the fashion department.

Her bra covers her horny breast. I can see her hard nipples even through the protective fabric. It makes me snort in amusement. She blushes a deeper shade of red. I kiss my way up her stomach slowly making my way to her chest.

She closes her eyes and her breathing is really erratic. Her hands find my head and she digs her fingers through my hair and urges me to go back down. I giggle. Looks like someone is more eager than me.

I kiss my way back down her stomach and then even lower.

“uhh!” her back arches up a little as I kiss her through the fabric of her panties, being sure to use my tongue.

Fuck that is so hot.

But alas, she made me suffer so I shall return the favor. I pull away completely and grab the flannel off the ground.

“W-what are you doing?” she opens her eyes and looks at me dazed and confused.

“You made me suffer, so I make you suffer. Plus weren’t you the one who said, and I quote “we are still new to this relationship so we should take it slow” and I pretty sure we stopped taking it slow three songs ago.” I buttoned up the shirt.

She tries to stand up but falls over due to her pants around her knees. I laugh at her. She gets up and pulls up her pants, her face red in embarrassment. I hand her the lame band tee. She snatches it from my hand.

God, I love teasing her. She makes the cutest faces.

Once she is dressed she huffs and averts her gaze from me. I smirk.

“Don’t worry, soon, maybe even sooner than you think.” I pull her into my arms and kiss her again.

She sighs into the kiss.

A loud knocking at the door makes us flinch apart.

“Rebel! Dinner is ready, turn down that music!” Her mom calls.

“Okay!” Rebel shouts back.

I giggle before kissing her again, she quickly deepens the kiss.

I pull back slowly and bite my bottom lip. Damn, I’ll never get over the way she makes me feel. She giggles before moving to turn the music off. If it can even be called music at this point. I move to open the door.

“Hold on, you got crazy hair.” She walks back over to me and smooths down my hair. Then she straightens out my shirt before kissing me on the cheek.

I fix her hair a bit before returning the favor and kissing her on the cheek. She grabs my hand and interlocks our fingers before opening the door. We walk over to the dining table and sit. Both of her Mom’s are already waiting. They eye me again.

Rebel eyes the food.

“Yes! Corndogs my favorite.” She says.

“Corndogs are your favorite?” I raise my eyebrow.

“Hey, these aren’t just any corndogs. These are my mom’s famous homemade corndogs. Good sausage, special homemade outside coating. Here, try one.” She hands me the corn dog by the stick.

I eye the fast food and frown. I swear this girl is going to make me gain five pounds by the end of the week. I take a small bite but can’t hide the reaction I make when the flavors explode into my mouth. I wish I knew how to cook.

“See, told you.” Rebel snickers at my face.

“Holy fuck, this is good,” I say with my mouthful.

“Thank you, but don’t talk with your mouth full.” Mom t says.

“And please restrain from cursing. We do have a swear jar you know.”

I roll my eyes. A swear jar, can you believe it? Who even has one of those? I swear her moms are something else.

Mom T clears her throat to grab Rebel’s and mine’s attention.

“So we’ve been talking about what to do with this situation. I mean we can’t have Rebel missing more school and falling behind. I know this is tough for you Dillion but I think you should turn yourself in. So the police will stop looking for you. You won’t have to go home right away. Not if we tell them how your parents treat you. I just think it’s time you face the music and get it over with. That way you can return to school as well.” She said quickly and as painlessly as possible.

I swallowed down the food in my throat.

“Mom! You can’t make her go back there.” Rebel says.

“We decided this together, it’s what needs to happen.” Mom R says.

“Well, what about me! Don’t I get a say?” Rebel get’s defensive.

I mean I guess I should have seen this coming. Not like I could just stay here and make-out with their daughter forever, sadly.

“Rebel I’m sorry but you can’t keep missing school.”

“You can’t just go behind my back and decide things!”

I place my hand on top of Rebel’s to get her attention she turns to me with tears in her eyes.

“It’s okay, they’re right. I mean if I keep missing school how the hell will I graduate? Plus it’s not like I have to go home right away.” I laugh nervously.

Everything feels sick inside of me. Just the thought of possibly facing my parents again scares me. They hate me now. I’m not their daughter anymore. They try and act like they are the victims that their daughter ran away because she was troubled. They are the ones troubled. Fakers, liars, what’s the bible say about lying, god fucking hypocrites.

Not to mention school. Just thinking of that hell hole gives me a headache. Fucking Clover and Flynn. Everyone saw that video, everyone saw me getting it on with Stormy at church. They saw me having a panic attack, they saw me pass out. No way I can ever show my face there ever again.

“Are you sure?” Rebel asks.

No, hell no.

“Yes.” I smile for her.

Fuck that shit, I’m running. Hell to the fucking no am I facing the music. You can’t make me. I won’t!

“Then it’s settled.” Mom T smiles at me.

“We can take you to the station in the morning.” Mom R says.

I nod.

Rebel eyes me before taking a bite of her corndog.

That night after I take a shower I go into Rebel’s room and wait. I need to wait until everyone is asleep. After about two hours I get up and once again pack a small bag. I change into something less pajamas and more on the run. I pull my hair up into a hat and then I just stand there.

Rebel’s word haunt.

Real friends don’t just get up and leave. Real friends are always there for each other, no matter what.

I stare down at the bag.

Fuck.

I can’t just leave Rebel, that would be fucked up, but I can’t just let myself be turned in either. I have to choose. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I sit on the bed and bury my face in my hands. Fuck. What the hell do I do? I’m scared.

The door cracks open softly and I flinch. I quickly shove the bag under the bed and fling the hat off but it’s too late. Rebel saw me. She sighed and quietly walked into the room, shutting the door softly behind her.

“I wasn’t going to, I mean I was, but I wasn’t. I was just—”

“Shh, it’s okay. I figured you might try something like this again.” She interlocked our fingers.

“I’m sorry.” I sob.

“Come here.” She pulls me into her arms.

“I’m scared, I don’t want to go back.” I cry into her shirt.

“I know, but remember what I said. Running away never solved anything.” She held me tightly.

God damn her. If she wasn’t so… I could have run; I could have gotten away if she wasn’t so amazing. I can’t leave now, real friends don’t just leave. Real friends stay. So I’ll stay. For her.

“I’ll stay, I’ll do it. I don’t want to lose you.” I cried into her.

“I don’t want to lose you either.” She whispered.

I pulled back and I kissed her, she hungrily kissed back. I pushed her down onto the bed and she ran her hands up my chest.

“You got to stop stealing my flannels.” She smiled when she pulled away.

I giggled and wiped my tears.

“No way, mine now. Besides plaid on a lesbian, kind of cliché.” I teased.

“Says the girl who wears pink and rules over the school.” She poked me in the stomach.

I giggled.

“Come on, I’ll lay with you tonight.” She pats the spot next to her.

“Well let me change again.” I got off of her.

She watched me closely as I slowly stripped out of my clothes. I could see the blush on her cheeks even in the dark. I reached back and unhooked my bra. She gulped her eyes glued to my chest. Then just to tease her I turned around and let the bra fall to the floor. I bent over and picked up the discarded pajamas.

“Are you staring at me?” I teased.

She quickly looked away.

“Just kidding.” I giggled.

I slipped my clothes back on before walking over to her and getting on top of her again. She stared lustfully at me and I lean down and kiss her. In seconds her hands were up my shirt and on my breast.

“God, you are turning me so fucking on,” I whispered as she kissed her way down my neck.

“If you weren’t so hot I wouldn’t be so turned on right now.” She bit down on my collar bone.

“Ffffuck, fuck me.” I moaned.

She pulled back completely. I pouted. She patted the spot next to her.

“You big meanie.” I laid down.

“Revenge. Just wait you will get what you want, maybe even sooner than you think.” She wrapped her arms around me.

I smiled and curled up into her.

“I always do,” I whispered into her ear.

She shivered.

I giggled and closed my eyes.

“Goodnight.” I sang.

She kissed me on the cheek before saying,

“Goodnight.”