Fem Dazai

You were kind of the weird kid- nah, you definitely were the weird kid. It was obvious, I mean, you stayed in your room all day, avoided everyone, never went to parties, and only caused chaos with like one or two friends. That’s boring compared to what Dazai does on a daily basis. Dazai was the popular kid, duh, I mean, why else would you and everyone else in the fucking school stare at her like she was the sun. I mean, fuck, she was almost as pretty as a flower in bloom. But she had already bloomed, vibrant and oh so fucking gorgeous. You could go on rants about how she looks, the way she talks, the way her lips feel, her tits and how amazing they were. Then again most people could. You could do it better though.

You practically yawned just thinking about a party.. Yuck. All the messy alcohol, loud ass music, people rubbing up on you, but oh fucking well. If Dazai invited you, you were fucking going. And so you went. You went to the party Dazai invited you to. That was a first, yeah, but since it was Dazai it was okay. So, you snuck out, went to this random ass address and you were immediately greeted with the sound of music, the strobe lights hitting your eyes, you could almost feel them on your skin. You spot Dazai in the party and she hops up to greet you, elated that you had even came. She claims that she dances real fast so if you want to get a chance you’ll have to keep up. And despite all the high and drunk people around you, you kept up.

Around the middle of the end of the party you decided two decided to sneak out, and so you both go out to her house. You both climb into a tree, up to her window, crawling in while giggling and laughing. She pulls you onto her bed, making out and eventually working your shirt off. In the middle of your make out session you hear footsteps, most likely her dad by the way that they were slightly heavier.