**I'll change the name if you want.**
Laurel Gracie Hill sucked in on the joint letting the smoke fill her lungs. She slowly breathed it out smiling as her boyfriend sat behind her his hands around her waist as he kissed her neck then took the joint and took a drag.
"Come on, Babe, lets have fun." Ryan said kissing down her neck and on her back as he moved the shirt a little. She shook her head.
"No, I told you it's not going to happen." She replied taking the joint back. It felt good when he kissed her neck. But she had her standards, even if no one thought so. She gave him the joint getting up and grabbing the beer bottle as she walked to the window of his room and took a swig.
"Come on, Gracie." He said following her his hands going around her waist and moving her shirt up a little. She turned around and faced him.
"No, Ry." She smiled kissing him. "You'll have to settle wiht making out, no more." She replied as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"God, even high and drunk your no fun." He sighed walking to the couch. She frowned.
"That's a lie!" She replied walking over and pushing him on the couch climbing ontop of him and kissing him. Not that she would tell anyone, but it wasn't the only time that move had worked on her. She let him flip her under him and kiss her neck moving her shirt up a little. Just then the door flew open.
"Laurel Gracie Hill!" Her mother's voice filled the room and she groaned. Ryan sat up as did Gracie.
"What?" She growled sitting on Ryan's lap as she picked up the joint and took a drag.
"Put that down!" Her mother yelled.
"No, what are you going to do? Send me to Valley again? They'll put them through treatments, I'll fake being better and get out." She replied turning around and kissing Ryan putting her hands on his pants so her mom could see just to make her mad. Her mom came over and yanked her up making her drop the joint which Ryan picked up and took a drag.
"See you later, babe." He smiled. She smiled back as her mom dragged her out of the room. She was only 5'4 and 100lbs to her mom's 6" and alot more weight, so it wasn't hard. When they got to the car Gracie frowned.
"What are my bags doing in here?" She demanded.
"We're going to the airport, and you're going to your dad's." Her mom replied.
"WHAT!" Gracie yelled. "Fuck no! I'm not going, sure as hell better believe I"m not going!"
"Watch you're language!" Her mother growled. " I can't do anything with you! Maybe he can! Your drinking, smoking, doing pot, and having sex with a twenty years old, your seventeen!"
"Eighteen in a few months." Gracie replied.
"You've already got a ticket, I packed what I figured you'd need, so you're not going to get out of this!" Her mom replied.
"Fuck you! Fuck this shit!" Gracie growled. "You can go to hell for all I fucking care!"
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