I don't do perfection. Perfection is boring. It is unlike me to have anything be perfect.
You know those happy couples? With the boy courting the girl about town, and their smiles are pleasant and not a hair is out of place? And the boy brings her flowers and the girl romanticizes about their wedding and having the perfect family? I can't do that. The portraits of charm and the lovely home and the children…oozing with fuzzy love and monotonous living.
How frightening!
Give me the sinners any day of the week. The drinkers, the smokers, the ones who stay up for days and lose track of how much money they've gambled away. Give me the fuck-ups, the guilty, and the indulgent.
I make mistakes. I give in too easily. I keep secrets. I'm not perfect – I will not feel guilty for this. I'm not perfect and I won't try to be. I cannot fit the family portrait mold, and I certainly don't want to. I might be crazy for refusing that happiness…but it's far more exciting. Give me the rule-breakers. Give me the fornicators, the night owls, and the lecherous. Give me their madness.
Give me the addiction.
A/N: Well hello! What have we here? Lucy, Lucy, Lucy. The situations you get yourself into haha If you've read Addiction, welcome back. If not, you might want to skim over the first one so you dont feel lost in the upcoming chapters. Or if you still want to read the story but dont have time for the other one, PM me and I'll give you the run-down. The other one IS about 30 chapters or so. Anyway, I was at first against writing a sequel to Addiction, however, I simply couldnt help myself. It makes life super exciting when I write this stuff haha so I'm DYING to hear (read?) your thoughts on this. Good? Bad? Terrible? Bad idea? Want more? You gotta let me know!