Young Love

Lost connection

Trigger Warning! Vomiting, anger issues, underage drinking, substance use.

Wille:

The sun's rays illuminated my skin. The crisp air filled my lungs like a balloon. I felt a slight tickle on my neck. I opened my eyes out of confusion.

-Finally, you're awake! I heard.

I was still sleepy and shocked that someone was in my room.

-Woah! I almost fell off my bed.

Felice was walking around my room, totally didn't give a shit about anything.

-Hey. I greeted her, with a raspy voice.

-Hello, sleepyhead.

I saw Simon, sleeping in my bed, next to me. He reminded me of an angel. 

She on the contrary accidentally bumped into the table and started laughing.

-Shhh, don't disturb him. I hissed.

I carefully brushed his hair back from his forehead. I smirked.

-Come here!

I dragged my friend to the corridor.

-What's up? I began.

-Our friends have a huge hangover. Kenji is raving. Stella is vomiting like crazy.

-Kenji? I raised my eyebrow.

-Yeah, Simon's friend. She mentioned.

-Why I've never heard of him? I crossed my arms.

-He's new at school. Ask Simme. Don't worry, there's no need to be jealous yet. Felice mocked me.

-I'm not jealous. Why would I be? I haven't even got a chance to meet him.

-You're right. Forget it. 

She was trying to change the subject. I didn't press on her.

-Okay.

-I'd found you two in the bathroom like half an hour ago. August helped me and put you on the bed. Felice told me.

August and Felice... Probably the worst duo you could've thought of, but I appreciate their help. It's impressive they didn't kill each other, yet.

-That's nice of him. And you of course. I smiled appreciatively.

-Yes, it is. She thought.

-Remember there's still a lot of stuff that you should discuss. I pointed out.

-I'll keep that in mind. Felice smiled.

I just shook my head, amused.

We heard a sound that was similar to vomiting. I quickly stormed into a room.

Simon sat curled up on the bed, vomiting partially into the bowl. It made the floor a little dirty.

-Oh, shit! Sorry, I'm a...

Felice? Hi! What you're doing here? The boy asked, still looking like shit.

-I'm busy saving your asses. 

-You're the best at it. I teased her.

I turned my attention to a boy who looked like straight from The Walking Dead.

-Hey, I'll help you. You should wash your face. I instructed him gently.

I helped him get up and took him to the bathroom.

I pulled out my handkerchief, and I was delicately washing the dirt off his face.

He was staring at me. His eyes are magnetizing. Only now did I understand why they say that eyes are the mirror of the soul? I felt how warmth and joy emanate from them. However, there is also something unexplored, mysterious, and almost dark. It's like he needs something to bring out his complete optimism.