"I guess we'll just have to be screwed up together."
Evelyn Woods is a 17 year old girl on the verge of being forced to go to rehab. When she meets a boy named Gustav, what happens when she realizes there's someone worse off than her?
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"ripped jeans, big screens, bad bitch and she eighteen. she could be my lady, you could be my lady. hate me, everybody hate me. every day i wake up, everything achin." _____________
Gustav's POV
I popped my fourth Xanny bar and swallowed it down with a swig of Hennessy from the bottle. The warnings on the pill bottle didn't scare me anymore, not like they used to.
There's no reason to be afraid at this point.
It's been a long time since I have been scared of death. To be honest, the last time I was is now really a distant memory that I can't recall. Sometimes I wish I could be reminded of it, though.
Look, my life means a lot to me and I'd never purposely end it but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop doing what I want to because I'm scared.
Missed calls from my mother flooded my phone. Clearing the notifications, I sighed deeply. She deserves a better son. I know I could just pick up the phone and call her back but I also know I don't have much to say and it would be relatively pointless to talk now. It will be the same, "Hey, how are you? Good, that's great. I have to go, bye."
Sure, she gets increasingly worried as the time goes by and her calls go unanswered but thankfully I update my Instagram quite often otherwise I'm sure she'd think I was dead.
Deciding to be a little better than usual, I sent her a text.
(a/n: let's just say this is his constant name in her phone)
peepers ❤️ : hey mom. today is going to be a super busy day but i'm ok and will call soon. xoxo
Maybe the next time I call her I'll talk to her about Evie. Ever since Layla has been out of my life, my mother has been respectful of not pushing me to be into another relationship. My mental health is more important to her than grandkids, although she still really wants some of those.
Not saying I want to have kids with Evie, let me clarify.
I mean, I like her. That's obvious. But having kids is something I don't really want to think about. Another one of me running around? Bad idea. Plus I'm way too irresponsible.. and.. Evie is young. She has finally turned eighteen today, but I'm a whopping 21 years old. Really it's not that much of an age difference but a part of me thinks I should have thought about it sooner.
Sooner than making out with her in my bedroom and telling her to call me daddy—Which let me just say, was one of the best experiences of my life. I will never say that I regret it because that feeling will never ever happen, I just wish that maybe I had waited a little longer.. that's all.
