Always Atlas

08 ➵ Space Boy

ALWAYS 
ATLAS

I was tired, extremely tired. . . Mentally.

Normally I am never around people for this long, only ever Archie. My parents never want or try to spend time with me so they just leave me all alone in my room. Then, I have literally no friends, as Opal is now up in heaven, I mean I have Elia as of the last few weeks.

But other than that, I have no one, but I think I prefer it that way. I only have myself to worry about, I don't have to worry if people are backstabbing me, I don't have to worry if my so-called friends aren't inviting

So far tonight I have been babysitting Ophelia as she is so incredibly drunk it's not funny before she had downed the half bottle of vodka, I had spent most of my time talking to Alula Westbrook, the better Westbrook.

She had come up to me and apologized for her brother being an absolute wanker, when Elia had snuck off and supposedly went to the bathroom. Alula was surprisingly very nice and enjoyable to be around, unlike her brother.

I had told Alula that it was fine and that sometimes people are just like that and there's nothing you can do about it, she had laughed and said that he is an awful person most of the time but no one gets to see the other side of him, the side that Is surprisingly caring and good.

The thought of Atlas Westbrook being a good person made me laugh, which I had blamed on the non-excitant alcohol in my body.

Orion was the one to pull me away from Alula, which surprisingly made me feel sad as I was enjoying our conversation, I could definitely see myself being friends with that girl, the only thing that would stop me is her brother.

I hate that guy.

Orion and I had danced for a while just making small talk, he complimented my piercings that being my septum, nose ring and smiley. I love all of them I feel like I wasn't me without them. We also talked about school and his upcoming soccer game, which he then invited me too.

As of now, I was trying to get a very drunk yet beautiful Ophelia into the vehicle of a poor Uber driver.

"But why can't you come with me." Ophelia whined out like a small child for the millionth time tonight, as she kept her arms wrapped around my neck.

It was a good question, one that I would never want to openly admit the real answer too. I won't be getting in that bloody Uber with her because the last time I was in one it had put me into the hospital

"I know you're scared but please come... for me?" The pretty blonde begged me as she then pushed out her gorgeously plump bottom lip out in an attempt to get me to say yes.

But I couldn't, even if I wanted to.

Sighing I shook my head as I gently removed her from my body and opened the back door of the car for her, "I'll be over soon, I promise."

Elia simply nodded her head as she climbed into the car which a frown on her face; her makeup was smudged and I knew all too well that I was most likely going to have to wipe it off when I got to her house. I knew I would also have to brush out her hair and make sure that she's changed out of her gorgeous outfit.

Lucky me.

I watched as the Uber driver drove off, I waved goodbye at her as she dangled her arm out the window of the black car, waving her slender hand at me. Once it was out of my view, I let out a sigh as I grabbed out my small cardboard box of fags and lighter.

Slowly I sit down onto the gutter as my legs ached from standing for so long and I still have just under a half an hour walk to Ophelia's house. A cool breeze brushes against me which makes me then hug my slender knees to my chest in an attempt to try and keep my body warm, but it wouldn't work for too long.