Title: David Villa's skinny jeans.
Pairing: Lionel Messi/ David Villa.
Rating: NC-17/R - For Language, drug abuse throughout and sexual scenes.
Warnings: Language, drug abuse throughout, homophobia and sexual scences.
Summary: !High school AU! Lionel Messi and David Villa are students who are set an art project together.
Words: 20,000~
Disclaimer: All of this is made up. Never happened. :) <3
“Lionel.” A voice broke through the darkness, thick with authority and with a slight hint of venom, that didn't go unnoticed by Lionel. He lifted his head from the crook of his elbow, whining out in disapproval, as the bright light of the Thursday afternoon sunshine, burnt into his retinas.
He was sure it was bright enough to blind him.
He hoped it was anyway.
At least then he could skip class.
“Ah, Lionel. Nice of you to join us.” His teacher said in that patronizing tone of his. Lionel simply snorted.
“Fucking stoner.” A voice said behind him, kicking his chair so that Leo clattered forwards slightly. He wasn't sure who it was. It sounded like Alvaro Arbeloa. He didn't care in honesty. His head hurt, and Arbeloa did have a point.
“You're working with Villa on this one. And please, make this project productive. I don't want to see some rubbish that a five year old could have done, I know you're better than that.” His teacher said, pointing a finger toward him. Lionel watched as he scampered away, perhaps to the girls who were whining in the distance about something.
David Villa was suddenly where the professor once was.
Leo didn't know much about him, only that they had been in the same year at school since he could remember. He just never spoke to him, they were two completely different souls. Two complete strangers and if he were honest, the mere thought of working with this infamous boy was enough to make him internally roll his eyes.
He'd heard about him, that he was a bit of a loner. But that was all.
Lionel stared at David Villa, the Spaniard simply sighing as he watched Leo back, dropping his ripped back pack on the floor. Leo watched the bag, his eyes fell onto various badges and materials sewn and pinned onto the monstrosity. He wondered if David's Mother hated it.
Leo hated it. He knew that much.
He then brought his eyes to David's scruffy shoes. They looked like converse. The part at the front was scuffed and drawn on, ripped and destroyed as though they had been in a war themselves.
He then looked at David Villa's skinny jeans.
They were tight. Ridiculously so. Lionel could see the exact curves of David's legs, they seemed muscular. He thought.
“What are you thinking about then?” His voice was husky as he took the seat beside Lionel, delving into his jacket pocket for his pen and a folded piece of paper. Leo was sure he had never even heard him speak in their years of passing one another in the hallways, and sitting a few rows apart during lessons.
“Why your jeans are so fucking tight.” Lionel admitted, looking as the Spaniard threw him a glower.
“I meant the project, prick.” David said, running his hands over his thighs, an air of self consciousness taking over him.
“Oh fuck, yeah. I dunno. Something with black and white. I like charcoal and shit.” Lionel suggested with a shrug, scratching at the dry PVA glue on table with his fingernail.
“I like colour. Acrylic mainly. Watercolours piss me off though.” David said staring at Leo's finger, his nail peeling off the glue.
Lionel nodded distantly.
Their first disagreement.
The next 8 weeks of the art project were going to go by brilliantly.
~*~
Lionel sniffed as a shiver ran through his body, the air was thick and cold. Almost heavy. He zipped up his duffel coat. Thankful for the extra heat it gave his body. The sunlight really was a lie. Convincing him that it was hot and as soon as he left the art block he felt his whole body freeze. He rubbed his hands together, more out of habit than heat. He pulled his mobile phone from his pocket, no call from his mother.
He sighed in frustration. Walking home it was then...
He walked on, most students had dissipated from the main building at that time, leaving him alone as he hoisted his bag upwards. He let out a scoff as he felt someone's shoulder hit his own, knocking his bag back down his arm, causing him to sag under the weight of it.
He was about to open his mouth to curse, but then he was faced with Villa a smug smirk on his face as he looked back at the Argentine.
Leo tutted in annoyance.
“Want to come to my house?” David Villa asked with a shrug as they fell into step.
“What? Now?” Lionel asked, brow furrowed as the Spaniard looked at him like he was insane.
“Yes.” He said.
“Erm.” Leo shrugged, walking with the Spaniard anyway. The sun shone down, even as the wind whipped them harshly in the face, Villa cursing slightly as he zipped his jacket up to the very top, his neck warming instantly.
Leo thought he looked like a tool.
“I have drugs and shit. That's what you're into, right?” David said with another shrug, looking across at Leo who nodded.
“Yeah, ok. Cool.” He said the pair turning away from the school as they reached the top of the driveway. “What makes you think I'm into drugs and shit?” He asked curiously.
“Because I've seen you around the back of the art block sparking up with that loser, Krkic.” He stated without a hint of a smirk on his lips. Leo snorted at that.
“I've never seen you with anyone.” Leo said as more of a retort, if he thought about it, he didn't mean to spit it out so venomously.
“I'm the only loser I've ever sparked up with.” David said, guiding Lionel down an empty side street. Perhaps a short cut to his house.
“So why choose me now?” Lionel wondered out loud, David's face breaking out into a grin, creases forming across his tan skin.
David delved his hand into his pocket, finding a half smoked fag and a lighter from the depths of his ripped jacket. He didn't reply to Leo who watched as David smoked several drags from the small cigarette, the two walking through the park behind their school.
“Thanks.” Lionel said accepting the cigarette from David and inhaling it deeply.
Fuck, he didn't notice how much he craved nicotine until he was forced to sit inside shitty lessons for hours on end.
~*~
“Do you make a habit out of asking strangers to your house?” Leo asked pushing his hair behind his ears as he watched David tending to various things as they entered his bedroom, throwing his bag in the corner beside the broken television, walking over to the dresser, pulling a small bag from a draw before eventually turning back to Lionel.
“Do you make a habit out of going to strangers houses?” David asked, gesturing for the Argentine to sit down. He did so, tentatively. The mattress was quite thin, the floor able to be felt from underneath as he looked around for another seat. The only other option was a broken looking chair, a dismantled laptop on the seat. Leo raised his eyebrows shrugging as they sat side by side, upon the bed on the floor.
Villa was just as blunt as he was with words.
“Yeah, I guess I do.” He said looking around Villa's room at the posters and the strewn about clothes and plates. He then looked at the cigarette Villa was rolling on his lap.
“Here. Take this.” Villa said, passing Leo a perfectly rolled spliff, the Argentine twisting the joint around in his fingers.
His roll ups always fell a part. He was so shit at rolling his own. Not like David.
“Do you like football?” Leo asked randomly, fishing in his pocket for a lighter as David stood up before rummaging around in his dresser drawers again. Leo didn't know what he was searching for.
“Only fags like football.” Villa snorted, pushing passed sweet wrappers and empty rizzla packets in his underwear drawer.
“How did you come to that conclusion?” Leo asked, scoffing slightly in contempt, inhaling the smoke from the joint David passed him, he coughed at the strength. Villa laughed.
“Just a bunch of fags running after a ball waiting until the whistle blows so they can take each other's clothes off and fuck in the showers, right?” David said turning back to face Lionel with a smirk on his face. That same smile he had when Leo asked why he had invited him. Lionel rubbed the back of his neck, the smile suffocating him.
“It's nothing like that.” He shook his head.
“So it's a bigger disappointment than I thought.” Villa said coming towards Leo and taking the spliff from his lips. He took a long and lengthy drag until passing it back, Leo accepting with a curt nod, watching the Spaniard make his way over to the stereo in the corner of the room. Suddenly a loud familiar guitar introduction filled the air, almost shaking the room with the volume.
“Guns and roses?” Lionel asked loudly, David head-banging to the beat as he held up a little bag that he had found in his drawer. Leo eyed it curiously.
“They're great to get fucked too.” David said, sitting back down beside Leo, crossing his legs and dragging his pile of books towards him. Lionel snorted as Villa emptied the white powder onto his books.
Well at least he was making use of them.
.
“Are we going to do this art shit today?” Lionel asked, staring at the way the joint in his hand burnt down, dark ash forming on the top as the heavy scent filled the air thickly, so thick he could taste it.
David stopped for a moment, taking in the boy beside him. Long shaggy hair whisking lankly at his shoulders, large nose with flaring nostrils. His eyes were dark as though Leo wanted to say something but couldn't.
David shook his head.
“No. None of that art shit today.” He answered simply, taking the cigarette from Leo and inhaling it himself. Leo didn't say anything, he just nodded his head in time with the music, leaning forwards to the line of coke David had neatly sorted for him.
Welcome to the Jungle wasn't his favourite song in the world, but David had a point, it was awesome when you were already feeling a buzz.
~*~
“Hey.” Leo looked up from his physics book. He was drawing a cap on Albert Enistien. He watched as David Villa sat down beside him clearing his throat as he rummaged through that back pack of his, fishing through the contents and finding out the book he needed. Leo snorted, the spine of the book was all frayed and the hard back cover was no where to be seen.
He expected nothing less from the mysterious boy.
“Sitting by me now are we?” Lionel asked, raising an eyebrow as he heard Gonzalo Higuian make a mock retching sound when he caught a sniff of David Villa. Leo inhaled the essence of the boy beside him. He smelt strongly, of weed and cologne. Not nice cologne, it must have been one of Villa's Dad's, it smelt cheap, but mingling with the stench of drugs, it was somewhat bearable.
To Lionel anyway.
“Yeah, even though I'm worried you'll start cramping my style.” David smirked mockingly, jotting down the date at the top of his page, trying to hide his grin.
Lionel thought he didn't hide it quick enough.
“Just going to warn you, I sit by Cristiano Ronaldo, we're actually really good friends, despite the clash of our reputations. So I doubt he will let you sit in his seat.” Lionel said, not being able to disguise his own smirk as he drew a pattern in the margin of his book, David snorting at the prospect of Messi the stoner being friends with a jock like Ronaldo.
“I'll take my chances.” Villa shrugged. Lionel glanced at David, who was staring at the professor at the front of the class, who had began speaking without Leo even realizing.
Leo looked Villa up and down. He was wearing his skinny jeans again. They had rips on the knees, like his legs were trying to claw their way out. Leo snorted. He hated them nearly as much as he hated David's back pack...
~*~
“Leo!” A loud voice caught his attention in the hallway, the Argentine turning to face the noise, his hair flicking back as he rolled his eyes. Bojan Krkic was hurrying his way towards him, a large mischievous beam on his face as he clutched tightly at his bag strap.
“Hey Bojan.” Leo said, nodding at the boy who smiled at him as though he knew something.
Leo hated it when Bojan looked smug.
“Going to Khedira's party tonight?” He eventually asked, Leo's brow furrowing.
“Who?”
“You know. Sami, Sami Khedira?” Bojan said, Leo staring at him with a blank expression. “The douche with the gelled hair.” Bojan stated, rolling his eyes and watching as Leo nodded in final understanding.
“Oh yeah. I know him.” Leo said finally slotting together the mysterious Khedira as the German guy from his Math class. The one who always had a sarcastic comment to say to their professor. “And why would I go to his party?”
“Because every bitch with a womb is going to be there.” Bojan said dramatically, as he hit his hand down on the back of Lionel.
“I see.” Leo grimaced.
“We seriously need to get laid tonight, Leo.” Bojan said throwing an arm over Leo's shoulder who shrugged him off.
“Yeah, I might go. Depends.” He said, walking off, with a smile in Bojan's direction, the half-serbian looking at him with a risen eyebrow.
“On what?” Bojan called arms raised.
“What time your mother and me are finished.” Leo said, tongue in his cheek as he grabbed his crotch rubbing it suggestively. Bojan flicked him the middle finger as Leo noticed that a few passers by called Leo, a jerk.
He didn't care.
Leo was convinced he was one of the funniest people he knew.
~*~
Leo weaved his way in and out of the bodies in the hallway. The music in Khedria's house was loud and annoying, the bass too heavy, the synth too loud. It was that annoying music that people listened to at the back of buses on his ride home from school. It was the music that made his head hurt.
He pushed his hair behind his ears looking around and hoping to see a friendly face burst from the crowd, when he didn't see one, he just grabbed a bottle of beer from the side, opened the cap with his teeth and made to go upstairs.
Bojan would most likely be up there, being the sex pest he was. The bedrooms were always the best bet to find Krkic.
Upstairs, the music was slightly muffled, the walls still shaking with the force of the bass, causing the picture-frames to rattle against the odd wallpaper choice - so Lionel thought.
He walked onwards, his fingers stroking at the wall as he went, taking deep gulps from his beer. The further he ventured down the hallway the more obvious it became that Bojan was not there, and the likelihood of him being in a room fucking a conscious girl was more and more impossible to think of.
Eventually he came to the room directly at the end of the corridor. He froze as he noticed the door was slightly a jar, revealing a slim slither of light from what he presumed was a beside lamp of some sort.
He looked over his shoulder, no-one of importance was behind him and even if they were, they would never notice him, the corridor was dark and he felt an air of mystery overcome him suddenly.
His eye brows rose at what he saw when he turned back to the room.
Lionel found himself looking at Villa from the crack in the door. The Spaniard was fucking that girl from chemistry, the one with the long brown hair. Her shirt always tighter around her middle then her breasts, but still Leo thought she was out of Villa's league.
But regardless of what Leo thought, there she was, bouncing on David's lap as he simply sat back on the couch in the room, one hand holding at her hip, the other sucking in the smoke that he inhaled from the small amount of weed he had left in-between his grubby fingers.
Leo licked his lip as he felt like a voyeur, the girl on Villa's lap seemed drunk, her shouts seemed slurred, but either way she still looked as though she was getting off on it. Leo looked behind him once more, the hallway empty, the voices downstairs muffled slightly giving him all the more reason to stay. No one could see him anyway.
He let out a shaky breath, gulping the contents of his beer bottle and averting his gaze back to the couple in the room. His eyes widened as he watched Villa staring back at him, his tongue licking at the top of his lip, sweat forming on his brow as he bucked his hips upwards the girl moaning loudly.
Leo tried to break his gaze but the intense stare in Villa's eyes made it impossible. Instead he stared back.
He bit his lip as he watched Villa's cheeks hollow as he sucked on the end of his cigarette, thrusting up into the girl who clawed at his chest. He ignored her though, dismissing her completely as he looked straight into Leo's soul who cursed as he felt himself instantly harden.
He pushed his crotch with his palm, his jeans suddenly suffocatingly tight like he was wearing that pair of Villa's.
He cursed once more, as his hand felt somewhat of a bearable friction even underneath the stare of David Villa, his growing smirk not going unnoticed by the Argentine in the threshold. David's face contorted every now and again to accompany the pleasure he must have been feeling despite that numbing that came with that cheap shit he brought.
He narrowed his eyes challengingly at Lionel, leaning up and licking a path up the drunken girl's neck who purred, throwing her head sideways in allowing the Spaniard better access. His eyes still on Lionel.
Leo watched the trail of shimmering saliva David left across her pulse, watched as he ran his tongue across his bright teeth as he pulled away, that shockingly smug smirk back on his features. Lionel shook his head, turning away.
He ran down the corridor ignoring the people he ran into, barged passed, the ones who tutted, and cursed and the ones who called him a loser, or even asked their friends who the fuck he was. Lionel just needed to get out, his erection throbbing behind his restrictive jeans. He knew the art project between them was suddenly about to feel a lot longer than 8 weeks and he knew that when he got home his extensive porn collection of fake blondes and large tits, was never going to truly erase from his mind, the fervour in Villa's eyes.
~*~
“So your project title is: Our Everest. Obviously, I am not expecting 30 paintings of the famous mountain for final submission! It's a metaphor, for something that you both have or will have to climb. Think outside the box for the better grades in this.” Their professor said, pointing around the class as everyone nodded. Well everyone who was listening anyway. Lionel and David weren't, as they sat near the back of the class. Leo listening to Villa tut and curse under his breath.
It was a mildly warm Monday afternoon and Leo was thankful that during their Chemistry period in the morning Villa seemed to have forgotten all about their little staring competition at Khedira's party. Though Gloria, or so she was named, seemed to keep her head bowed, her cheeks flushing and her eyes shutting for eternity every time she looked over at David , and Leo smirked.
She must remember everything. Villa however didn't even acknowledge her.
“My Everest is this fucking cube. Who the fuck even made this shit?” Villa hissed, leaning forwards on his chair, twisting the multi-coloured cube in his hands.
“My Everest is the reason behind why your jeans are so tight.” Leo said, drawing a halo around the stick-man he grafittied his sketchbook cover with.
“You really have always got something to say about them haven't you?” David scowled, putting his rubix cube down on he table and watching as Leo did that shrug of his.
“They piss me off.” He said simply. Looking down at Villa's legs under the table, the Spaniard moving them as though they would disappear from Lionel's vision. Leo smirked.
“You piss me off.” David snapped, shaking his head as he stood from his seat, to the front of the class, to sharpen his pencil or something. Lionel didn't pay much attention, his stick man's face needed shading.
~*~
Leo hated Wednesdays. He hated them with a burning passion. A passion so heated inside of him that it made him want to be physically sick. He hoped anyway, because that would be enough of a reason to get him out of doing his double gym class.
He stood in the middle of the hall, his shorts too short for his liking, revealing far too much of his skinny legs, his baggy t-shirt far too big, sliding down his bony shoulder as he shrugged it on, only to have it slip again and again. He sighed, exhaling from his puffed out cheeks, his hair blowing from his face as he scuffed his shoe on the floor beneath him.
“Catch!” A loud voice broke through his reverie and in his slow haze Leo just turned to the noise. The ball collided with his face instantly, Messi falling to the floor in a heap of groans.
“You were supposed to catch.” Cristiano laughed, stabilizing his hysterical self on Ramos who looked much too pleased with himself for Leo's liking who rolled his eyes from his position on the floor.
“Silly me for thinking that you could have been directing that order at someone else in the room, you know, maybe one of the other 30 people here.” Lionel said pushing himself up to his feet, rubbing his elbow. He knew a purple bruise would be shining there in the morning. He cursed internally.
“He probably couldn't catch because he's too stoned.” Ramos added, nudging Ronaldo in the ribs so the two could share a joke. Messi laughing along mockingly, before pulling a childish face.
“I wish I was stoned.” He added, his coach pushing him in the shoulder slightly.
“Messi! Detention!”
“Seriously?” Leo gawked, staring at his teacher who wrinkled his nose at him, perhaps smelling the drugs on him instantly. Leo rolled his eyes.
“You heard me.”
~*~
“I'm glad I came here after your shitty day. Nothing like a bit of Villa to cheer anyone up.” David mused giggling as Leo did.
“I got detention for being bullied how is that fair?” Leo asked whiningly, though inside he knew he got detention for his excessive drug use on school site, that they never caught him doing, but his scent and appearance was enough to convince them otherwise.
“It's the world we live in boy, get used to it!” David said. “Leo, my face is numb.” He smirked, eyes shut as he swayed a little on the spot, his expression all dreamy. Leo giggled like a little girl, sitting facing David, the pair a reflection of each other, hands on their knees, legs crossed on Leo's bed.
“I fucking love it when my face goes numb. It makes my lips feel warm.” Leo said, smiling as he felt his face tingle, a heat rushing over his features as he heard David make a noise of enquiry.
“Your lips are warm?” Lionel simply nodded, smiling goofily as he shut his eyes too. Leo felt as though the world was spinning behind his shut eyelids, but he as a being, wasn't effected, he was remaining completely still, he was being sucked into the gravitational field of the being in front of him and he breathed gently as he felt as though his limbs were slowly beginning to move. Legs kicking, arms flailing, fingers stretching out. He felt a hot heat in his stomach, purring delicately as behind his eyes he flashed back to shockingly dark eyes peering at him from the shadows inside a room, the door only slightly open.
Suddenly his hand was on his crotch, not moving, just cupping him perfectly as he stared into the eyes in the shadows of the room at the end of the hallway. He groaned as his hand tightened on his crotch. His face became less tingling, his body less numb as he wiggled his fingers hoping to cause friction to the release he needed so badly. He sucked in a breath as he felt nothing but the creases of his jeans.
Lionel moaned out until he realized his hands were still on his knees, scratching at his legs craving for friction that was never going to come. He shot his eyes open, revealing David staring at him through his eyelashes, his eyes as dark as the eyes in the shadows, as the Spaniard held firm at Leo's crotch.
“What the fuck?” Lionel panicked, lifting his hands up as though in surrender, eyes wide as David licked at his upper lip, like a serpent sliding around Leo's sanity and squeezing it's body tighter and tighter around him.
Leo breathed out shakily.
“I saw the way you looked at me at the party.” David said simply. A flash of the eyes in the shadows came across his mind and Leo shook his head to rid himself of the image.
“I didn't think you were this way inclined Villa.” Leo said, raising a single eyebrow as he tried to will himself back to reality and not the distant place where the weed had hold of him.
“I'm not.” David said simply, a quick shake of the head accompanying his words.
“Funny. You say with your hand on my dick.” Leo spat, leaning back trying to ignore the sensation of the hand on him, holding firm. David chuckled and Lionel looked back at him through his top eyelashes.
“Your hard dick though.” David pointed out, a hint of a smirk ghosting his lips. Leo furrowed his brow at him. He pushed David hard in the shoulder sending him falling back slightly, his hand releasing Lionel as they glowered at each other.
“Fuck you.” Lionel muttered shaking his head and storming over to his door, slamming it behind him as he headed to the bathroom.
He needed to escape, to breathe, to breathe in air that wasn't suffocating him as he stood within the thick stench of drugs and cheap cologne...
~*~
Leo stared down at his blank piece of paper, his charcoal and pencil in his hands, his mind trying to interpret any form of image that could possibly be put down onto the paper. He sighed reclining in his seat as he shut his eyes.
Nothing. His project meant nothing.
He thought of Everest. Of the cold climate at the top, the snow that christened the tip of the rocks, the strong structure, the many who had tried to conquer it be failed.
He snorted aloud at that imagery, as he thought of perhaps drawing Cristiano Ronaldo or Iker Casillas, all the girls in their year at their feet, climbing one another to get to the flawless boys. But simply failing in their feeble attempts to impress.
Lionel growled out in frustration covering his face with his hands as he thought long and hard about what he could say was his Everest. What he wanted to climb, what to him was a mission impossible.
Nothing came to mind.
He swore aloud, throwing down his pencil and leaving his bedroom.
He was going to the kitchen.
He always thought clearer when he had a full stomach.
~*~
Lionel awoke by the sound of low vibrating from his bedside table. He groaned, hand reaching out from his quilted refuge as he swatted aimlessly to try and find his phone, blinded.
Eventually he got his phone, pulling it under the covers to where he lay.
He clicked a button, groaning out loud at the ungodly light that near blinded him. In his haze to look away, he still managed to see the time.
05.43.
Bojan better have text something good or hell will have to be paid.
He opened the text, one eye peering at the bright screen, the other choosing to remain closed. He frowned at the strange number sitting in his inbox. Not Bojan then. He clicked the new message.
I've never seen the sunrise before.
Lionel let his other eye open, as he contemplated for a moment. He knew who it was. He didn't even have to ask, he just knew. He pulled his arms out the bed, an instant cold air fluttering around him as he began to message back.
If it wasn't for school, I doubt I'd see before mid-day most days.
He sent it, unsure even how David got his number in the first place, and even more bewildered by his little revelation. Why would Leo care if he'd never seen a sunrise or not? Leo barely cared about what he saw in his day to day life, let alone anyone else's.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft vibrating in his hands and he looked down at the glow of a new message.
You don't appreciate life. Look out your fucking window.
Lionel glowered at the first point. Who was David fucking Villa? The one who snorts cocaine and fucks countless women, how was he the one to say Leo didn't appreciate life, when he's slowly killing himself with indulgences. Regardless, Lionel kicked the covers off his naked body, stretching upwards as he stood.
He felt his legs click as he manoeuvred them towards his window.
He peeled back the curtain slowly.
The sky was masked in auburn, burnt oranges gracing above as a line of crisp lemon filtered over the horizon. He had never noticed before, never really seen the colours of the sky.
He smirked at that.
He knew somewhere in Barcelona David was sitting, rolling a spliff and looking at the colours of the sky, perhaps thinking about which colours he'd need to blend to get the image just right.
Leo thought then of which charcoals he'd use to make it grayscale.
He text back.
Yeah, all I can see is a pissed up bum, a stray cat and smog. Nothing special.
His phone vibrated stupidly fast. He smirked at that.
You're so focused on what's happening before you instead of around you. You're so blind.
Lionel scoffed out laughter.
Thanks. So you steal my number just to insult me. I'm sure you can do that today in art, last period.
I'm glad you've realised I'm insulting you.
Lionel had to smirk as David bypassed the implied question of how he got to have Leo's number.
Well go fuck your sunrise David, I'm going back to bed.
Lionel put his phone on the windowsill, turning back to his mound of sheets and quilts before he stopped.
He glanced back at the window, how the sun seemed to slowly push itself up from the depths of nowhere, the orange sky it's canvas as it bathed it in flushes of white and yellow.
He sparked up a cigarette and began inhaling the smoke as he just watched.
Staring at the sky like it was a television.
His phone buzzed again and he looked down. He rolled his eyes shaking his head at David's reply.
It's beautiful isn't it.
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A.N: Thanks for reading:) I haven't wrote anything like this before so I hope you enjoyed it :) Feedback is always welcome :) The next two parts are completed and will be posted soon :) x