2 The Start.

X City. 1 AM

"Gus..... aren't you heading back home?" Asked a girl who looked like she was in her early 20's.

"Home? I don't have one." He snorted while taking a puff of the joint. He looked extremely attractive in the smoky haze with his silky grey hair, chiseled face, arms and chest filled with tattoos.

"I meant your dads house, isn't it like way past your curfew kid? Also put on a shirt please, don't go walking around my house like you own it." She smiled as she took the joint from him.

"Like he'll even know I'm not at the house. I'm borrowing a shirt thanks." He then took a plain white shirt and put it on. It was hugging him in all the right places.

"I feel like you wear my clothes more than yours." She said pouting.

"Then stop shopping in the men's section for once." He said, earning another pout from her.

"Also listen up Gus we are finally going to publish the song tomorrow." She said excited while passing the joint back to him.

"Fucking finally. Ali, do you think I can finally get out of the shithole that is my dads place?" He asked looking out the window and taking a puff of the joint.

"I know you can" that was all she said.

He didn't reply but rather just smiled at her.

"So have you thought of a name for the song?" Ali asked.

"Yeah... let's call it self destructing" he said while taking another puff and then throwing the joint out the window.

"Dark as usual...." she chucked.

"Just like my soul" he replied with a wink.

"Alright very funny, just go to sleep here and head to school in the morning." She said getting out of the sofa and heading towards the master bedroom.

"Thanks....." he mumbled

"You know I hate it when you say thanks." She replied angrily. "We are family, even if not by blood you are the family I chose." She said immediately a smile creeped up on her face.

"I know... to make it up I'm making breakfast tomorrow before I leave to school" he said smiling cheekily.

"If only you were born a few years before... I would've married you" she said with a slight blush on her face.

"Why so you can have me as a slave in the kitchen?" He retorted

"Maybe.... okay go to sleep now you have school tomorrow" she said

"Fuck school....." he mumble while he curled into the sofa which was more like home than his own house.

Soon the lights were turned off and both of them went to sleep.