Misswannablackout
"You taste like cherry cola...?"
"Maybe that's why they call me
cherry?"
"I would hope not, I wanna be the only
one knowing what you taste like."
Imagine being a street racer with a reputation for being a little bit of an asshole.
The type that only smiles when she's about to ruin someone's ego on the track.
Now imagine a strong-willed, childish gang leader-cute smile, violent tendencies, and absolutely obsessed with her.
He's the kind of boy who'd burn the city down if it meant making her laugh.
She's the kind of girl who'd race through hell just to win.
They're loud. Messy. Dangerous.
And completely, stupidly into each other.
MIKEY X READER