We were basically drunk, well I was. But I didn't give two fucks. I was high as shit, while my best friend here, Jack Johnson, was right beside me. We made a promise to each other that we would be besides each other every step of the way. And we made that promise an oath. As we were walking along the streets, while JJ was carrying me, we stopped to sit on a bench.
"Blaire, do you feel achy?" He asks me, trying to hold me in place.
" I-I-" I puked on the side of the bench.
"Just have a head-achee.." I laughed but said "ow" at the same time. God I felt like shit.
After like an hour of walking to JJ's house, I quickly stepped inside trying to catch my balance. JJ went to go get a asprin for me and some water. After he came back he gave it to me.
"Thank y-yo..." My words slurred out of my mouth.
"Your welcome." He winks at me.
"Ill be taking a shower. Knock on the door if you need anything, Blaire." He says going upstairs.
"Okay." I say while clicking on the t.v
I was scrolling through the channels trying to find a movie, but I just ended up watching Suite life of Zack and Cody (Idk if that was right.).
JJ came down with his wet hair, and I guess I sobered up because my vision started clearing up a little.
"So how's your head?" He asks me while getting an Apple.
"Still feels like sh- I mean poop, but yeah I think I'm sobering up." I smile, a little.
"Ha, well tomorrow is Sunday so you better head home."
"But, it's like 2 in the morning. Can I just stay over? Pleaseee." I say with puppy dog eyes with my bottom lip out.
I knew he couldn't resist so he just let out a sigh and said "Fine."
"Ill sleep on the ground, k?" I said. I knew JJ wouldn't let me because he's too much of an gentleman.
"Nope, your not Blaire. You can sleep in my bed." He said.
"Fine." I grunt, but I was being sarcastic.
"Goodnight JJ."
"Goodnight Blaire."
I started to drift off to sleep, until this dream I imagined started to appear...
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yolo omg i think this was really good.
ill update tmrw.
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-jani
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