lost the way | lil peep

stop smoking so much weed

Every time a new person comes into a house, the life of its current residents is seriously disrupted. And when it's two people, who came back just as abruptly as they left, everything just goes to shit. And that's exactly what happened when Eleanor and Liam Fairley moved back into the house and into their children's lives.

Both Margaret and Cameron's routines were ruined and irreparable. Meg got a second job so she could have an excuse to leave the house as much as possible. Juggling shifts at the coffeehouse and  the music shop exhausted her to no end, but she couldn't bear having to face her parents and her feelings that she managed to bottle up inside her. Now, she felt as if the corks of those bottles had been loosened up and all the repressed feelings threatened to flood the poor girl.

Dark bags under her eyes were just the proof of the exhaustion that she was willingly putting herself through. Somehow working two jobs and barely being home, seemed like a better options than confronting the people that let her down the most. People that she needed to hold her together, but they let her break down into pieces. Pieces that she had to pick up by herself, and still - after so much time - hasn't collected all of them.

"Aren't you gonna sit down with us and have some breakfast?" Eleanor's voice called out from the kitchen as the couple noticed their daughter heading towards the front door.

"No time!" Meg replied, even though she had some time. She just didn't want to play pretend and act as if everything was alright. Because it wasn't on neither end. The siblings were holding grudges against their parents, somehow rightfully so, and the parents couldn't understand why their children wouldn't just let them explain and allow them to try and fix things.

The music store that Meg worked at was close to the crib so if she didn't have a shift at the coffeehouse in the afternoon, she usually ended up hanging out in Wiggy's room after work. And that was exactly the case today, after a few, uneventful hours at the shop she found herself in Nate's bedroom, laying on the floor, her legs propped up against the wall, as her friend edited some pictures on his laptop.

"Will you ever talk to your parents?" Wiggs knew how hurt Meg was, but he also tried to think realistically - she had to confront them eventually.

"I'd rather gauge my eyes out or something," the girl mumbled angrily.

"A 'no' would've been sufficient." Nate's response caused Margaret to roll her eyes. She was fully aware that her behavior could be labeled as childish and she had been called pigheaded more times than she could count. But she was hurt and forgiving wasn't easy. Sure - she missed her parents like crazy, even though they lived under the same roof now, but they left her and Cameron without any warning. "And are you going to talk to Gus?"

"We talk..."

"Saying hi when you pass him isn't talking," Wiggy shook his head, he couldn't believe his friend's stubbornness. "Why won't you two just sit down and clarify things."

"Things?" She grunted. "Oh, you mean the supposed feeling we have for each other? First of all, you're full of shit, stop smoking so much weed. Second, yeah, no, never gonna happen." The short conversation with Wiggy made a mess in her head. What if it wasn't bullshit? What if the feelings she had were mutual? If they were, Gus wouldn't hook up with Layla every chance he had, right?

The chaos in her mind started to become too much, to the point where she needed something resolved in order to keep sane. The redhead rapidly got up from the floor and started gathering her stuff. Her actions caused Wiggy to look at her with furrowed brows and confusion written all over his face.

"I'm going home," she explained quickly.

"But your parents are home?" Where did the 'I'd rather gauge my eyes out' attitude go?