nicotine [unhealthy desires 2]

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updating bc nicotine reached 1k finaaalllyyyy thank you for reading

- Leila -

It wasn't until 6am when I realized what I have to do. I was laying awake on my mattress, looking into the darkness that have become a part of me.

My plan consisted of breaking my money jar to get a bus ticket down to Seattle so I could meet my drunken prince with a shining armor, well, not really. But anyway, I put on my black ripped skinny jeans and my nirvana shirt, slipped on my black combat boots and began to throw in some of my essentials in my backpack, like my powerbank, extra clothes, headphones, my notebook and such.

I put my phone in my backpocket, then I grabbed the keys of my apartment and hastily unlocked the door, shutting it behind me.

I made my way down the stairs and into the streets. I sprinted towards the ticket booth, which wasn't that far away.

I've checked my watch, 6:17am, the bus leaves in thirteen minutes. I bought my ticket and stood at the bus stop.

God, this is going to be a long, tiring ride.

-

I was right. It was definitely crazy what I've done, and the aching in my bones failed to put me at ease.

Before they went to Seattle they left me a paper with their address and home number if I ever wanted to visit. It seemed ridiculous that they are choosing to leave me yet they want me to visit. The idea seemed idiotic at the moment, but now this paper has come to use.

I look down at the address written in blue messy ink, and at the city that is foreign to me. It feels strange yet refreshing, new.

I was in no shape or sense to roam around or wander, when I took a 13 hour trip to here, and when something might have happened to Matty.

I signaled for a cab to stop as it slowed down next to the sidewalk. I gave the driver the paper with the address written on it. He smiled ot me slightly and began driving again.

And the city of Seattle was passing over by my car window like paper, unreal and painted with thin accurate lines that are only from the imagination.

- Matty -

I was laying on the couch in the living room, the only sound breaking the silence was the ticking of the video game George was currently playing. I was too aware of his breathing rhythm, the drop of sweat trickling over his forehead, his constant clicking on the controller. It was so irritating. I clicked the tv shut.

"What the fuck?" George yelled at me,

"I just c-can't."

"Can't what Matty?" he was impatient.

"Can't take this anymore alright!" I yelled in the air, I sighed, then started walking to the door.

The second I was outside the building, the wind welcomed me, I took a deep breath. Then I froze.

I froze because Leila was just on the other side of the street.

this is my fav picture of matty yo

what's up you guyss

my concert last friday wass THE SHIITTTT

I LITERALLY LOST MY VOICE AND MY ABILITY TO SPEAK

I KEPT SCREAMING THE LEAD SINGER'S NAME WHEN EVERYONE WAS QUIET AND I THINK EVERYONE KNOWS ME NOW LOL. AND I THINK HE NOTICED ME AND SMILED AND I MELTED IT WAS FUCKING SEXY.

PLUS I MET THREE OF MY INTERNET FRIENDS IT WAS CUTE AF OK

HOW'S YO LIVESS??