I felt his body close to mine, I knew it was him because my body awoken in way it hasn't before.
Not since I met him.
I turned around, my back leaning against the fridge door. We were so close, I watch his eyes travel up and down my body before he l...
The first thing I felt, when morning came, Was awful.
I had not slept all night, my eyes would close and then snap open again.
I felt sick to my stomach, I was hot and cold at the same time. Like I was shivering but I was sweating.
I would have the covers up to my head one minute as I shivered from being cold, then suddenly I'd throw them off when my body would become so overheated.
My head felt like it had been stomped on, I wanted to cry.
This was not a hang over, I've had many. What the fuck was this?
I weakly sat up, I was in fezcos bed. Alone and that's when I knew something wasn't right.
The memories of last night could not be found anywhere in my mind.
I stood up, my legs shook under me instantly and I took a deep breath.
I walked towards the door slowly. Every step felt like the weight of the world laid on me.
But when I reached my hand out to grab the handle.... I froze.
A flash of last night flashed into my mind... What the fuck was I thinking?
What the fuck are London underground?
I walked out the bedroom and with weak legs walked toward the front room, I stopped and held onto the door frame.
I have never felt so ill in my life, every step I took made me feel sicker and sicker. I close my eyes for a second.
"morning"
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I heard fezco voice mumble from infront of me making me open my eyes at look at him, but he had not looked at me yet.
"fez?" I whispered, my voice harsh and unnoticeable. I guess he notices that because he dropped his spoon and look at me.
For some odd reason my ears really hurt, more importantly my earlobe. I had not even thought of looking in the mirror.
"what are London underground's?" I whispered. He stared at me with wide eyes like he couldnt believe I had asked that. Then his eyes scanned my body properly.
He frowned "MDMA" when he narrowed his eyes, turning his body towards me so I had his full attention "why?"
"you know why" I mumbled, pushing my head against the wall. I swear the pressure is killing me.
"so you took a mdma pill called London underground's without even thinking about what the fuck they were?" he snaps making me flinch slight, when I look at him I notice the pain in his eyes making me instantly feel with guilt.
