3 days of soup, sex and sun salutations [H.S]

8. Strawberry Fields forever

Nancy Rose is pissed off. Her stupid friends left her to go get water, and now she's alone. It's dark, it's muddy, it's fucking freezing and there's so much people around her that she feels like she'll be sick.

Her cowboy-boots are sticking to the mud like an orphan to their childhood memories and she's getting more and more annoyed with the way her skirt is sticking to her legs. She's wearing some kind of a rain poncho that some cute, but way too old, guy gave her because ladies are not supposed to be this cold. Stupid, stupid man. Who's not cold in this damn carousel?

She finally reaches the end of the massive, airless crowd and gets to another part of the field, where there's not so many people. It's still crowded, of course, but it is good enough for her to breathe, and not sink two feet down into brown mud. She looks around, as if she would find her friends here, but she doesn't see anyone that she even remotely knows, so she just continues her journey.

The night started, or well, yeah, kinda started, with Janis Joplin. She and Emma had been sleeping until three a clock, then they ate some stale bread, and then they started drinking again. They had been fine, honestly, by 02.00 when Janis came on. Now, The Who are playing and she's sober again. And also alone. She should really have listened to her mother, who over the phone had said: 'Sweetheart, don't get lost. There'll be so many people and it will be huge'. And did she listen? No. She just drove all the way down to this place without a thought of it.

She drags her feet in the mud, almost tripping on something, or someone to be more exact. A boy, maybe a little younger than her or about the same age, is laying half in the mud, half on some grass, face up, his eyes partially closed. Fucking junkie, she thinks as she steps over him, but then she feels bad. He's young, his face completely free of facial hair. She quickly smacks him a few times on the cheek, making his eyes open, rolling a little bit before they focus on her.

"W-whatchu doin", he slurs, a thick English accent coming from his lips. His voice is so deep that she doesn't even understand how it can come from someone that young.

"You're dying here, just so you know", she says, helping him into a sitting position as he just frowns at her.

"'m not dying", he slurs again, emphasising the last word angrily.

Nancy just rolls her eyes. He stinks, his hair is greasy and muddy, and he isn't wearing a shirt. She can't actually tell if he's a junkie or not, judging by the looks of him.

"Sorry, 'm being rude", he then says.

"Just trying to stop you from dy-", she starts, but gets interrupted as he leans forward, throwing up in the mud just in front of him. She can't help but laugh. How does this happen to her? How can she be this unlucky? First, she loses her friends, and now, she's watching some junkie kid empty his intestines in front of her. She grabs his dirty, long, curly hair and uses one of her own pony tails to put it up. It's disgusting, but she's just nice like that.

"Strawberry wine", he chuckles slightly as he dries his mouth on his arm, and she just nods with fake concern.

"Sorry", he mumbles again, now looking up to meet her eyes again. "You really don't have to do this."

"Let's just get you to your tent, yeah?" She says, feeling her accent change a little just by hearing his. He nods, but as he tries to stand up, he falls and drags her with him.

"That didn't work", he giggles, and she actually is getting quite mad, contemplating leaving him to die then and there, but then he stands up, manages to not fall, and offers his hand to her. She takes it, ignoring her instincts to think where that hand has been.

They manage to stand for a little bit, the boy is swaying a little bit, but at least he's not falling over.

"Okay, where's your tent, then?" She asks, and he looks at her, a pair of green eyes staring at her. The red in his eyes and the blue rings under them really bring out the green colour, she thinks.

He looks at her like he's trying to think, and then he looks around, squinting.

"Umm..."

Great. Just perfect. This fucking kid doesn't know where his tent is, and now she's stuck with his drunk ass. She sees him look around, and then his eyes light up a little.

"Hey, there's Stevie. Stevie!" He shouts, or well, slurs in a slightly louder tone.

In front of them is a girl, probably around 21 or 22, with light brown, shoulder length hair and big almond shaped eyes.

"Harry?"

"I lost Tom and Lizzie", he whines. "But I found... um, sorry, what's your name again?" He turns to her, clearly confused as to why he can't remember her name. At least he's sober enough to talk.

"Nancy."

"I found Nancy!" His face cracks into a smile, making two dimples appear on both sides of his face. "She's really nice, but I ruined her dress", he says miserably.

"Aaalright, kiddo, let's get you to bed, I think", Stevie says, sharing a look with Nancy. "Sorry, do you mind helping me get him back?"

Nancy just nods, because she's not rude, and besides, the quicker she can get rid of these people and get back to her tent, the better.

"I ruined your dress", the kid, Harry, says again, turning to Nancy as they start walking.

"It's a skirt, and yes, you did", she says, not looking at him.

"'m not usually like this", he tries to defend himself, but as he does, he gets a weird look on his face, and he stops, letting them go ahead a few steps before throwing up again with his hands on his knees.

"Just get it out, sweetie", Stevie says, sounding condescending.

They wait until he's done before they start walking again. At this point, they are basically carrying him, and it's not like he's heavy, but he's tall. Luckily, his tent isn't that far away from the place she found him, and soon enough, she's helping Stevie to put him into a sleeping bag under a tree. The bag is a little damp, but he doesn't seem to mind as he crawls into it, long limbs slipping under the fabric.

"'m really sorry", he hiccups, but his eyes just close as he lays down, and he seems to fall asleep in a second.

Stevie laughs a little and looks at Nancy, who can't help but also let a small huff slip out.

"He's a sweetheart, but he's only 16. Poor soul", the older girl says as she looks at him and shakes her head. "Do you need help to get back? Or do you wanna sleep in our van? It's parked just around the hill. My bandmates are sleeping there too, but I think they're watching Jefferson Airplane."

Sleeping in a van sounds godly to Nancy, and she nods sleepily. It's almost eight in the morning, and she's exhausted. She can find her way back tomorrow. Besides, this Stevie girl is really nice.

They go to bed, or well, they sleep on mattresses in the van, and Nancy hangs up her skirt on a wire. She slips down under a blanket, immediately dozing off into the land of dreams.

// Part two of the double update! Tell me what you think, and what do you think will happen? Love <3