It's the end of my junior year in high school, not a typical one, however.
It's a place where everyone is trying their best to look and act as if they are the one and only human being who governs over everyone. And in this highly competitive situation, I am with my friend, Van, AKA the bestie. We live our lives as if there is no tomorrow, at least when we have the money, which runs out faster than my patience when I am in an argument. Before coming to high school, I would cry in the middle of my arguments, but having Van around has helped me to become tougher (he bullies me constantly, so I have developed a mental shield from people). I have never known Van before, though we live very close. He says that the reason we never met is that because he never leaves his room, well, not so much like me. Still, I feel like my extrovert self completes his introversion well. We study together, live together, eat together (he pays most of the time cause he rich). We happen to have similar music tastes too; we often study together listening to Harry Styles, as silly as it sounds, we both like his soft style.
At the time of writing this, I am dining in a café high up in the sky, where the pink city of Yerevan opens up her heart. I have everything for a perfect night, good wine, good view. But something keeps bothering me. Van, who has never taken a single shot, has started drinking excessively. He knows no limits, and he does not listen to any of my words. He's up there enjoying his life which, surprisingly, only bothers me. I know it's useless, but I am gonna call him.
- Hi addict, where are you now, and what's that noise?
- I'm addicted to you.
- Say what?
- Porque es un vicio tu piel
- Is that Spanish?
- Baby, I'm addicted to you, Quiero que te dejes querer.
- Wait, wait, is that you, Shakira? Where are you now? It's only 9 PM. Do you even understand what I am saying?
- I am Irish Pub, we havin a blast with Shakira (continues to sing "Addicted to you" by Shakira).
- I'll come to pick you up, silly.
- ABCDEFG, I gotta go.
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