Saving My Night (A Brohnnie Fanfic)

Save Me?

Warning: Drugs, Foul Language. You are warned.
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After that hit, everything was clear but kinda muddy. There was a sharper image everything but a sorta haze to it. Then I started laughing, and so did Danny. So we matched and smoked two more bowls until we were baked laughing idiots. Laughing hurt my ribs, but I couldn't seem to stop. Everything was hilarious.

We decided to leave and walk to Taco Bell and eat everything. Our munchies were killing us and I was starving. The night was calm and perfect. The sky was dark and the temperature was just right to take a walk. The fresh air felt amazing as I took a deep breath in through my nose and out my mouth. I looked over at Danny and grinned a huge cheesy grin.

As we walked in and got in line the people ahead of us turned to glance at me. They started gawking at my bruises and turned to glare at Danny. I can't stand people who judge before they understand the situation, I think silently to myself. I was to stoned to say anything to the group and just turned to laugh at Danny's face. He was practically drooling at the peoples food around us. I smacked his arm and he looked back at me to laugh more.

About five minutes later we were able to order; I got myself three soft tacos and Danny also got four hard tacos. We sat down and ate and laughed at nothing. Once we were done eating we left to walk back to his house.

"Hey, I'm sorry but you can't stay here tonight." We stood outside his door and I was holding my backpack when he said it. His voice sounded slightly remorseful but firm, and I didn't want to argue.

"It's fine. I'm sure my dad will let me back in by tomorrow morning" I smiled and waved goodbye as Danny walked inside. Great, nowhere to go but hell. I slowly begin the trek home until I got to the apartment building. The tall white building was a reminder of what I was going back to. I walked up the black metal stairs and walked through the metal door to the third floor. Each doorway was painted with a bright orange color while the hallway was a cream color.

I was sitting outside my door. Staring at it and wishing I had someplace else to go, but I didn't have anybody besides those that used me or my money. The high was gone and the pain came back. My ribs were killing me and my head started pounding. I laid down in the hallway and put my backpack underneath my head as a pillow. I checked my watch that said it was 10:47 pm. Might as well fall asleep.. As I laid there the pot got to my brain and I feel into a black abyss.
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"Miss are you okay?" Somebody's shaking my shoulder. What the hell? I'm trying to sleep! "Miss!" I pop open a swollen eye and peak up above me.

"Hey! She is alive!" I hear a slightly squeaky voice above my head say. No shit Sherlock.

"No shit, Johnnie", the weird blonde guy says to the mystery person above me. His voice softens as he looks back down at me, "Hey are you alright?" He kinda seems concerned. Almost at least.

I nod and Blondie smiles. "Do you have a place to stay?"
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AN: So I'm pretty new in case you can't tell. But I don't want this story to be all about sex since I can't picture either of them ever doing anything with a girl just for sex. Alright I hope you enjoy!! Byyyeeeee!!!