Antidote //Narry (Boyxboy)

3.

After mine and Lou's talk in the park, we hung out at his place for the whole day just goofing off like old times as he promised, but we haven't been able to spend much time together lately since he's been caught up in doing school work trying to get enough credits to graduate.

Some how he forgot that you need 22 credits to get your diploma and say you've officially graduated from our shit hole of a school, Riverbank high.

While me on the other hand,I've about ate my weight in chips and junk food.
I've just locked myself in my room like I always do, hoping no one will notice that I would rather waste away in here than to be doing anything that is actually productive.

It's 2:30 on a Friday afternoon and I've done nothing but paint and repaint my nails about a hundred times and I still feel like shit.
I'm running out of things to preoccupy myself with, but I'm the one to blame cause I decide to stay cooped up in my room.

Maybe I should just lay down and stop cleaning, re-painting, and redecorating my room before I go completely mental

Well more than you already are

I've managed to put some of those sticky glow in the dark stars on my ceiling to entertain myself when I can't sleep,
so looking at my ceiling is tad bit more exciting.

I decided to take of my shorts and just lay around in my briefs, it's not like anyone's gonna see me anyways.
I lay down in the middle of my bed readjusting myself in my tangled sheets.
I barely have anytime to get comfortable before someone barrels through my door ripping the sheets off of my body

"What's this that I've heard you have been moping around all week Niall!"
Louis crows as he paces around my room like a mad man in front of me

"What in the bloody hell Do you think you're doing Lou?!"
I ask in a harsh tone propping myself up on my elbows wondering why the hell Lou is even here let alone, questioning me on what I do in my free time.

Which is all the time

"I'm making sure my best friend doesn't rot away in his fucking bedroom for the rest of his life, that's what I'm doing!"
He whines out crossing his arms over his chest and plopping down at my desk, throwing his feet up like he owns the place.

"Well if you're here for that you're too late, because that is my intention."
I point out to him, sitting up all the way crossing my legs and putting my hands in my lap.

"Well shit Ni didn't your therapist say to get out more start living life to the fullest? Because by the looks of it you're doing a horrible job ....."
Lou says messing with my blue and pink pencils that were just thrown on top of my desk while also trying to keep as much eye contact with me, that he can.

"Well ya I mean i don't know.. what am I supposed to do? I don't have a license and I'm sure as hell not going to school Lou ..."
I practically whisper letting out a huff, continuing to fumble my fingers in my lap and picking at my finger nails that i just freshly painted.
I need to find a different bad habit cause re-painting my nails is a damn tax.

"Well how 'bout we go out tonight, have us some fun ya?"
Louis says winking at me and reaching up to place his hands behind his head, like he is scheming up some stupid idea for us the two of us tonight.

"What in the hell are we gonna do huh?"
I say going along with what he is saying it's not worth me picking a fight even though this is the last thing I want to do, i look up at Louis to see that he is now digging through my closet for god knows what.

"My good friend he is a painter does some graffiti art shit that apparently is good, he is having like a gallery party thing tonight and we are gonna go."
Lou states turning around throwing the clothes he picked out at me managing to hit me square in the face.