FUCK YOU! → ( dnf )

THREE

eleventh grade;

nick armstrong--

the sound of an iphone alarm going off made him groan. he reached a hand up to ignore it.

nick felt like shit. drank too much last night. there was the sound of a car horn outside shortly after, which only irritated him more. he covered his head with a pillow, trying to drown out the sounds.

he felt the all too familiar feeling in his mouth and stomach. he was about to throw up. he wrapped the blanket around himself, speedwalking to the bathroom.

he barely reached the toilet before his throat burned and his whole body heaved. he whimpered softly, trying his best to keep his head up.

the car horn made him want to throw up harder, and, he did. it tasted bitter, like pure acid spilling from his stomach and into the toilet bowl.

dream had eventually found his way inside, coming across the scene. he rolled his eyes, kicking nick's leg. "seriously? you're fuckin' dreadful!" he hissed.

nick couldn't help but whine at his friend's actions and words. he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before looking up at the blonde. "dre-" he started, but the taller just shook his head and left the room. "be downstairs in five or stay here and spill your guts out on the bathroom floor."

the smaller one frowned, combing his fingers through his hair as he leaned back against the bathtub. "please," he called out, voice barely audible. his mouth felt like the fucking sahara desert.

he'd eventually got up, getting himself a drink from the bathroom sink before changing and reluctantly making his way down the stairs.

"put that down," he mumbled when he was met with dream drinking the same bottle of vodka he'd left on tye counter last night. it was nearly empty.

"you seriously came home and drank your feelings away? jesus christ," dream laughed, wiping his mouth with a shake of his head.

"yeah, because you're an asshole," nick retorted, snagging the bottle from him and putting the cap back on.

"oh, come on. i just told you what you needed to hear. learn to man up you fag," the blonde laughed, punching nick's shoulder before heading outside.

nick growled lowly in frustration, gripping at the hair on his head before eventually heading outside as well, locking the door behind him.

"hurry up, i wanna smoke a blunt before class!" dream called from the driver's seat.

if only someone would slash his stupid tires.

nick climbed into the passenger seat, rolling his eyes as he pulled the seatbelt across his chest.

he watched as dream lit himself a smoke, tossing the lighter into the cupholder as he took a drag. "you can't hold your alcohol," he chuckled.

"i just. . . had an empty stomach is all," nick shrugged, looking out the window.

dream shrugged, pulling out of the driveway and speeding down the road. "whatever you say, pansy."