radiohead x juice wrld x italians

chapter 1: the beginning of it all

A/N: the song i chose really reflects this chapter really reflects what juicy is going through 🥺
juice wrld woke up from a long fitful night of tossing and turning in his bed. he couldn't stop thinking about them. he hated them so much. he hated their plump lips singing that stupid song, 'creep'. he couldn't help relating to the song. he's always been different. his mother said he was special when he was 5 and he always felt like there was something quirky about him. something no one else had, least of all girls.
"they're all the same" he thought again, as he did everyday.
he finally got out of bed and approached the large window facing his bed. he stared out of the window, overlooking the menacing buildings of chicago. he pulled weed out of his pocket, lit it, and inhaled slowly.
inhale
exhale
smoking helped his nerves. when thinking about radiohead, his adrenaline rises... as well as something else 😏
hatred and lust had a very fine line between them indeed.
suddenly he heard a faint chime, the doorbell.
still in only shorts with a joint between his fingers he worked his way down the stairs to the door. he peered through the window, who could possibly be here at this hour?
when he saw who was there, he felt the familiar jolt of his heart and the hatred in his mind.
A/N: who could it be?? i guess we won't know until the second chapter 🥺