I hate this. I feel so groggy and tired. I guess this is what it's like to come down from weed. I slept good, but waking up sucks ass. I thought I would be going through a depression episode, but I guess I'm not. It was just me waking up that morning in a foul mood.
                              I took in my surroundings and saw I was on the couch, tucked in. My mouth was hella dry and I got up, throwing the blanket off of me. I went into the kitchen and got myself bottled water. I chugged it until there was only a small amount of water left.
                              It was Thursday and I had nothing better to do instead of classes and homework. I checked the time that was on the oven.
                              10:29 a.m.
                              I didn't have class until noon. I have time to get ready and eat. I looked at the coffee table to see if I needed to clean anything, but it was clean. Zion must have put everything away. I went into my room and laid on my bed. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and checked it.
                              I had a missed call from Dabi at three in the morning, but that was it. Why did he call me at that time? And why didn't I hear my phone go off? I shrugged and decided to send him a text.
                              'hey, you okay? you called me hella late'
                              I got a text almost immediately after.
                              'It's nothing, wanted to know if you could sneak out.'
                              'that weed knocked me out pretty hard. i'm coming down from it and it doesn't feel good'
                              'It'll do that to you. Just drink water and eat.'
                              For the last hour, I had been texting Dabi. He was a good distraction from this comedown. I found myself smiling at my phone and laughing from time to time.
                              'hey i wanted to ask something' I texted.
                              'What?'
                              'are you sure you're not going to the frat party tomorrow?'
                              'I don't feel like being around homophobes that act gay with each other.'
                              'okay well i plan on going tomorrow, i need a drink and an escape'
                              'You want to risk getting sexually harassed by guys that think little of women?'
                              'no, but i can protect myself'
                              'I doubt it, but good luck being there.'
                              I looked at the time and saw I had thirty minutes left before class started. I haven't eaten anything nor have I gotten ready. I put my phone down and out of bed. I looked through the kitchen and couldn't find anything.
                              I kind of didn't want to eat. I didn't need to eat right now. I can just eat after my classes today. I put on the yellow bee hoodie, a pair of jeans, and sandals. I grabbed my belongings before walking out of the house.
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                              Classes were boring as hell. I got a text from Hawks during one of my classes, asking if I was free afterward. I told him I was, and I got a bit excited to meet up with him. My history professor let us out of the lecture hall and Hawks was waiting outside for me.
                              I looked around and didn't find his car anywhere. I walked up to him with a confused look on my face.
                              "Where's your car?"
                              "I just flew in." Hawks said, a smirk plastered on his face.
                              "Why do you have a car if your wings take you everywhere?"
                              "It rains. It storms. It snows. Somedays, I just don't feel like flying." I nodded and walked towards my car. I unlocked my car and put my stuff in.
                                      
                                   
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Better Than Drugs - Dabi x Reader
FanfictionThis feeling of euphoria. I don't want to escape it. I don't want it to end. Being a college student studying Psychology is hard. I'm constantly on the run from reality and all I want is to find stability in life. I have amazing friends, but I can't...
 
                                               
                                                  