《∆Cocaine∆ •Lil Peep》4
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I handed her another white bar. She smiled and accepted it along with a glass of water.
"I like how they calm me Gus"
I looked at silvi, somewhat shocked. I didn't ask her for a reasoning.
"I know you asked yourself why"
See. She's special. Very~
Then that feeling...the one of wanting to be close, hit me again. I picked silvi up, her legs once more wrapped around me.
"I don't know what it is about you, but you make my heart go a million miles a second" I whispered into her ear, pushing her body up against a wall.
She started to kiss down my face and neck. For a moment it felt so good, so right. Then it hit me in the face like a huge ass slap.
Stop~
"We can't silvi"
"Wh- was it something I did. Did I go to fast..."
"No really its-"
"No I understand I do that a lot. I'm sorry...here lemme get my phone I'll go."
"Silvi wait just let me-"
Silvi grabbed her phone and walked out the front door. And for a minute my self doubt and depression kicked in. I kept telling myself she won't look back. She's gone.
But then I kicked depressions ass...just this once..and ran after her. Like a fairytale.
I hugged her from behind. Tightly. Her shaking body.
"It wasn't you. I just wanna do things right"
She turned around and grasped me in her arms tightly. I rubbed my hand up and down her back in comfort.
"I'm sorry I over reacted. Im just still in shock you even want me here..Gus"
I forced her eyes to look into mine, placing a hand under her chin and perking her head up.
"I'm not going to stop wanting you here, don't forget it babygirl"
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Silvi nodded again and hugged me even tighter.
"Stop crying, you're gonna make me cry too~" I whispered into her ear, softly, so gentle.
"Let's go get ice cream and I'll make you feel better?" I asked silvi out because I could see the doubt in her eyes. She needed some reassurance.
She nodded in response and I nodded back planting a sweet kiss on her lips.
"I have to go make a call, get in the car and start some music."
I walked back into the house and grabbed my phone. I dialed szas number. She picked up faster than usual.
That call ended. Sza was the only friend I had that was also a girl. I don't have a lot. Some not a lot. But sza... The only girl. Except for now, silvi.
I needed to ask advice. I suck at this shit. I don't know what girls want. I know about drugs and how to fuck. I don't know any other shit. I just keep to myself man.
Fuck.
I jumped into the driver's seat and started the car. Silvi had sippin tea in yo hood playing. Man this girl...is...just herself.
We laced our fingers in between each other and I backed out of the garage. I couldn't wait to get ice cream and have a real date for once. Especially with a girl like silvi. Just one thing.
I'm not sober~
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