Your pov

The loud music blasted through the colorful club. The bar was full of creeps and weirdos while the dance floor was filled with even more of them. The place was full of second hand smoke and the smell of alcohol.

At a table is were I stood, a dark haired man stood across me, bored out of his mind, as I was. I need to get out of here...

"I'm gonna get some fresh air." I told him, but he seemed to be distracted by another girl. The outside was still a little smoky, but it wasn't as bad. A few other people stood against the wall, smoking, talking, and other things.

My eyes stared up into the night sky. This night has been the worst...

"Hi," I turned to see a short man with greasy dreads and a cigarette in between his fingers.

"Hi," I kindly smiled.

"I don't think I've ever seen you before, what's your name?" He asked.

"Y/n," It went quiet for a moment as he inhaled the nicotine of his cigarette.

"I'm Frank, what are ya doin' out here by yourself?"

"Shitty date..."

"That sucks, I don't have anything to do, why don't we go do something?"

"But I don't even know you."

"That's true, you could go back in there to your shitty date, go home, or you could spend the night with a stranger, like me!" He persuaded.

"I can't go home, he drove me here."

"Okay, that just leaves you with two options. Whatta ya say, sweetheart?" He held his hand out, waiting for my answer.

This is so sketchy why am I even considering it? He's got a good point! People always tell me to be more adventurous or whatever... yeah... let's go... this could be fun...

"Okay, I guess I'll go with you." I took his hand as he smirked.

"You won't regret it, baby doll," He took me over to another guy, dark hair, smoking against the wall, "Gee, can I take your car for a bit?" The man looked at him, and then to me. He exhaled a small stream of smoke.

"Why?"

"Cause, I'm gonna take my new friend out for a bit." The guy rolled his eyes, but dug into his pocket to fish out his keys and handed them to Frank.

"Clean it up when you're done, aight!" He called as we walked away.

"Aight!" Frank called back, dropping the cigarette and squashing it with his shoe. I climbed into the passenger seat as Frank started the car, "Sorry, Gerard's car isn't the cleanest." He chuckled.

"It's fine, I'd rather be in here than out there in the smoke. Where are you gonna take me, anyways?"

"I have a spot I'm gonna take you to, it's actually really nice. You can see the whole city from it." He explained.

"Mkay," It was dark outside, he drove with his headlights off, we talked as the music played quietly in the background, "... how far is this place, anyways?"

"We're almost there, babe." He said, taking a turn, and parking the car.

"Wow, you really can see everything!"

We got out of the car and leaned against the front, looking over the bright city lights under the starry night sky. He pulled out a cigarette and stuck it in between his lips, lighting it.

"You wanna share? This is my last one."

"Uh, sure." He passed the cigarette to me. I've only smoked like, once! I hope I don't make a fool of myself...

"Have you ever smoked?" He asked, watching me struggle.

"Yeah... once." He chuckled, and took the little stick from me.

"Do it like this."

He held it between two fingers, in his mouth, he breathed in, and slowly exhaled the smoke; before handing it back to me. I did just as he showed, but coughed out the smoke instead. He chuckled.

"It gets easier the more you do it." He took the cigarette back from me, by this time, he blew, making circles.

They looked like halos floating over our heads. He stepped closer to me, until we were side by side. Both our heads were down, staring at the ground. His hand fell over mine.

"Could we go back inside the car?" I asked, my body beginning to shiver.

"Yeah, you getting cold?" I nodded. He opened the door to the back seat, we both climbed in.

A piece of hair had fallen over my face, but he pushed it away. His hand held my cheek as he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine.

He pulled away, and pushed me back onto the seat so I lay flat, and he lay over top; then, he pulled a blanket on top of us. He kissed me, over and over again, tongue going in and out of my mouth. His hands felt under my shirt, as mine ran through his hair. Hands stopped when he felt over my stomach.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He pulled up my shirt, eyeing my stretch marks going form my thighs up to my stomach.

"Nothing," He traced them with his fingers.

"They're ugly, aren't they?"

"No no, they're beautiful. You're beautiful, y'know." He said, his eyes moved from my scars, to my eyes. I smiled and held his face. My thumbs rubbed against his cheeks as my lips pressed back against his. Kisses upon kisses pressed against lips and skin.

"Why don't we go back to my place?" I whispered.

"I'd like that very much." He kissed me once more before pulling away from me, and climbing into the passenger seat. I followed, but sat in the drivers seat.

"Frank?" I asked, driving towards my apartment.

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"Thank you, for this night. I really needed this. I don't really go out much but this has been really fun, being with you, I mean."

"You're welcome, babe. I've had fun too," His eyes were on me, "Tonight, you're perfect," I giggled, "Y'know what? I think I feel perfect too," We chatted more until we pulled up to my apartment, "Race ya!"

"Oh, shit, no!" I raced after him. We ran through the halls and up the stairs, he had no idea where he was going. Finally, I just stood outside my door, waiting for him to find his way to me.

"You're a dumb ass." I said as he ran towards me.

"Yeah? Well you're the one hanging out with this dumb ass." I rolled my eyes and opened the door. As soon as the door was closed, he kissed me all over my face and lips. Without warning, he picked me up.

"Where's the bedroom?" His voice was hushed.

"That one," My tone mirrored his as my finger showed the way. He nodded and carried me over, gently placing me on the bed, and placing his lips all over my skin. That night, the passion between the two of us was so powerful, I had never felt like that before.

The next morning, the greasy haired man still lay beside me, asleep. My phone had about a dozen texts asking where I had gone last night. But I didn't care, the man next to me was all I cared about at that moment. I barely know the guy and I'm already falling, god damn... What is wrong with me?

"Hey sweetheart, I hope you didn't mind me staying."

"I actually preferred it. Frank, I really like you and I'd really like to see you again. If you want too."

"Really? I'd like that, baby." He held me and kissed my cheek. His warm smile made me smile as well.

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Hi guys, hope you liked the story. I've been working on it for the past few days. I've had the idea for awhile. I'm writing from my phone cause my kindle broke! It sucks! But it's a lot easier writing on this phone than it was my old phone so like??? It really isn't that bad?? It's just the line spacing is weird so now whenever I do these I have an unnecessary line space between OwO and the message. Stay safe everyone, wash ya hands. Don't touch your face. Have a fantastic day~peace out cheese bags