Phatassedangel69 - Best Friend-s Obsessive Sister Info

No. It smells like you. Diesel and desperation. It’s my new sleep aid.

The band took a break. Derek spotted us from the stage, his sweaty face breaking into a grin. He jogged over, clapping me on the shoulder. “My man! You having fun? Chloe, don’t scare him off. He’s the only friend I have who can change a tire.”

I could practically hear her laugh—that low, throaty hum that Derek swore was just her “weird vocal fry.” I knew better. It was a weapon. Phatassedangel69 - Best Friend-s Obsessive Sister

“You came for me,” she corrected, tilting her head. Her eyes were the color of a stormy sea—gray-blue and restless. “You always come for me, even when you pretend you don’t.”

“Because she’s crazy, man,” he whispered. “Because she’s been in love with you for years, and she finally decided that if she couldn’t have you, she’d burn it all down so nobody could.” I didn’t go to Derek’s house. I didn’t call Chloe. I sat on my kitchen floor, staring at my phone, waiting for the inevitable. It’s my new sleep aid

But the night of the hoodie changed things. Derek’s band was playing a show at a grimy venue downtown. I was there for support, nursing a warm PBR and pretending to enjoy the feedback screech of his guitar. The crowd was thin, mostly girlfriends and guys who’d wandered in for the cheap bar.

I felt her before I saw her. A shift in the air. The scent of vanilla and clove cigarettes. He jogged over, clapping me on the shoulder

She laughed, sweet and innocent, the mask sliding perfectly into place. “I’m being an angel, Derek. Promise.”