You + Me + The Devil Makes 3
chapter 3
Eva's POV
We walked along the narrow road.
His house wasn't far from mine.
We walked through his front door.
He crept up the satirs quietly and put his finger to his mouth.
I heard the bottle clunk in the room next door.
I crept up the stairs following Frank.
Creeeakk[the floor board]
Fuck.
"Frank...is that you?" A manly voice slurred.
"Um...yea Dad!" He said ushering me up the stairs.
"Come here Boy" The voice said angerily.
"Go upstairs, okay! first door on the left!"
I looked at him
"GO" He whispered.
I felt pretty rude going to his bedroom by myself, because i had never been to his house...but suuure.
I ran up the stairs.
"First door on the left" I thought aloud.
I pushed open the door and peeked in.
The walls were black and red.
And posters covered them,
There was a bed in the left side of the room and a desk on the right, in the middle of the room was an amp, a guitar and lots of clothes.
I sat on the edge of the bed humming to myself.
I saw a packet of smokes on the edge of the desk.
I quickly checked if anyone was coming.
I grabbed the packet and stuck my head out the window.
Frank came rushing in.
I quickly pulled my head out the window, fell down…and landed on my arse.
“Sorry it’s so mess…OH MY GOD! Are you okay??” Frank said picking me up.
I looked down at the smoke and shoved it back in the packet.
“Um..thanks hahaha” I smiled.
He turned around to pick up more clothes.
I quickly chucked the packet on the desk while he wasn’t looking.
I picked up the guitar and started playing around on it. (I have no musical talent whatsoever)
Frank stared at me.
“What?” I scoffed.
“You have perfect fingers for guitar!”
I laughed at him and went back to fucking around with it.
I felt his arms wrapped around me.
“You do it like this” he said placing his hands on top of mine and shifting them to the right chords.
His grip got tighter…and so did something else ^_^[had to put that in]
I turned around and looking into his eyes.
He put down the guitar and replaced his hands around me.
Our lips lingered for a while.
My heart was coming out my body.
He lunged forward and put his lips on mine.
He begged for entrance.
Our tongues collided.
I could feel the fuzzy feeling in my stomach.
I pulled away , my eyes still closed.
“What??” Frank asked,
“Oh…nothing I just…felt my phone vibrate, its probably my mum” I said picking up my stuff.
“O okay” He said looking down.
I ran down the stairs and bolted out the door.
We walked along the narrow road.
His house wasn't far from mine.
We walked through his front door.
He crept up the satirs quietly and put his finger to his mouth.
I heard the bottle clunk in the room next door.
I crept up the stairs following Frank.
Creeeakk[the floor board]
Fuck.
"Frank...is that you?" A manly voice slurred.
"Um...yea Dad!" He said ushering me up the stairs.
"Come here Boy" The voice said angerily.
"Go upstairs, okay! first door on the left!"
I looked at him
"GO" He whispered.
I felt pretty rude going to his bedroom by myself, because i had never been to his house...but suuure.
I ran up the stairs.
"First door on the left" I thought aloud.
I pushed open the door and peeked in.
The walls were black and red.
And posters covered them,
There was a bed in the left side of the room and a desk on the right, in the middle of the room was an amp, a guitar and lots of clothes.
I sat on the edge of the bed humming to myself.
I saw a packet of smokes on the edge of the desk.
I quickly checked if anyone was coming.
I grabbed the packet and stuck my head out the window.
Frank came rushing in.
I quickly pulled my head out the window, fell down…and landed on my arse.
“Sorry it’s so mess…OH MY GOD! Are you okay??” Frank said picking me up.
I looked down at the smoke and shoved it back in the packet.
“Um..thanks hahaha” I smiled.
He turned around to pick up more clothes.
I quickly chucked the packet on the desk while he wasn’t looking.
I picked up the guitar and started playing around on it. (I have no musical talent whatsoever)
Frank stared at me.
“What?” I scoffed.
“You have perfect fingers for guitar!”
I laughed at him and went back to fucking around with it.
I felt his arms wrapped around me.
“You do it like this” he said placing his hands on top of mine and shifting them to the right chords.
His grip got tighter…and so did something else ^_^[had to put that in]
I turned around and looking into his eyes.
He put down the guitar and replaced his hands around me.
Our lips lingered for a while.
My heart was coming out my body.
He lunged forward and put his lips on mine.
He begged for entrance.
Our tongues collided.
I could feel the fuzzy feeling in my stomach.
I pulled away , my eyes still closed.
“What??” Frank asked,
“Oh…nothing I just…felt my phone vibrate, its probably my mum” I said picking up my stuff.
“O okay” He said looking down.
I ran down the stairs and bolted out the door.