Whiskey Lullaby

I paced back and forth on the Buckcherry bus. How could I be stupid enough to send my daughter off in a place like this. No doubt she was doing drugs again, smoking, or even worse...she's met a boy.

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I giggled, punching Craig on the shoulder. Damn! Flirt much!? I mentally slapped myself. "So how old are you?" He asked, slinging an arm around my shoulder. I gulped. If he knows how old I really am, he won't be interested! "18." I lied. He scoffed. "unlikely. I'd say more like...14?" I gaped at him. "How'd you know!?" He smiled triumphantly. "I have my ways." He winked at me, making my face heat red.

"Awww. so adorable!" He laughed, pinching my cheeks. I shook him off, slapping his arm playfully. "IF I'm so adorable, why are you hanging out with me?" He shrugged. "I like you." He winked. I raised an eyebrow as we climbed onto the Escape The Fate bus. "How so?" He smirked, and I was suddenly on a bunk beneath him. "I like you." He stressed, kissing me.