Notes: Just a little something before the showing of episode three tonight. It's so hard to write for something that only has two episodes (twisted ones, might I add). This is just a simple and short oneshot to lyrics by All Time Low.
There wasn't a hint of guilt as she snuck him upstairs, both of them quiet as they shuffled through the hallway past the room where both of her parents silently slumbered. He walked behind her with the swiftest of strides, his hand grasping the one that pulled him further and further towards her room. And for just a moment, as she pulled the handle to her door, she felt at peace in the house – like nothing could stop her.
She's got a target painted on her back,
And keeps a list of the qualities a good girl lacks.
She bites her lip and tips her bottle,
I take a drink 'cause the truth is hard to swallow.
He shut the door behind them with the greatest of ease, his ubiquitous smirk spread proudly across his pale lips.
"We can't get caught," she whispered, folding her arms as she retreated smoothly to her dresser, proceeding to light a candle – her shithead parents would see even the slightest luminescence of her lamp. "My dad isn't exactly too keen on you being here."
Sex and white lies,
Handcuffs and alibis,
She lays her halo on the pillow where she sleeps…
Her heart beats, red wine,
My toxic valentine.
Lays her halo on the pillow that used to be mine.
"He made that obvious last time we talked."
"What exactly did you tell him?"
He laughed, "Violet –"
"What did you say? Because he seems pretty pissed."
"I told him how I imagined something."
"Imagined?"
He paused, the sound of his shoes echoing throughout the room as he approached her, ever so slightly placing his hand on her back with a gentle and cool touch. "How I imagine our first kiss."
She wrapped her arms around his neck in return, their lips meeting as the sound of their swaying creaked the floorboards.