Crookie
night of the living punk
"Ohmyfucking -"
Matty clutched to the side of the Jeep, his head spinning 200 miles a minute. What the ab-so-lute fuck just happened? He - he had spotted Eden across the beach, stomping towards him; he had looked down at his phone for a quick second, and suddenly Eden's tongue was down his throat, then she was talking about his dick, now everyone's yelling, and, and --
He frantically held up his hands, eyes the size of hazel moons, and his cheeks blazing fire. He wanted to shrink down to the size of a coconut, and roll away forever. Maybe - maybe this wasn't the best of ideas.
"What the hell jut happened? -" He looked between his friends, pulling his hands through his hair and rubbing at his cheeks, trying to rid them of their furious blushing. "Eden - you are not allowed to do that. Just - no. Bad."
He looked at Alex, his eyebrows creased together in a desperate look. "I'm sorry - You, you know me, right? I'm not one to be romantically involved with anyone - " he held up his hands, weighing each point, "sure, I've had a lot of sex, sure, it's been with people you all know," he offered a wan smile, "but -
why is this even happening? What do vacation houses have anything to do with my dick?"
He let out an exasperated whine, burying his face in his hands.
Matty clutched to the side of the Jeep, his head spinning 200 miles a minute. What the ab-so-lute fuck just happened? He - he had spotted Eden across the beach, stomping towards him; he had looked down at his phone for a quick second, and suddenly Eden's tongue was down his throat, then she was talking about his dick, now everyone's yelling, and, and --
He frantically held up his hands, eyes the size of hazel moons, and his cheeks blazing fire. He wanted to shrink down to the size of a coconut, and roll away forever. Maybe - maybe this wasn't the best of ideas.
"What the hell jut happened? -" He looked between his friends, pulling his hands through his hair and rubbing at his cheeks, trying to rid them of their furious blushing. "Eden - you are not allowed to do that. Just - no. Bad."
He looked at Alex, his eyebrows creased together in a desperate look. "I'm sorry - You, you know me, right? I'm not one to be romantically involved with anyone - " he held up his hands, weighing each point, "sure, I've had a lot of sex, sure, it's been with people you all know," he offered a wan smile, "but -
why is this even happening? What do vacation houses have anything to do with my dick?"
He let out an exasperated whine, burying his face in his hands.