Our Little Love ➳ Camila Cabello

forty-four

My heart wasn't in it for the performance. It was shit. I did as good as I could but I'm sure the crowd could tell I wasn't there mentally even though I gave my 100 percent.

I was lowered on the elevator and there he was. Abel. Waiting for me under the stage.

He pulled me into a hug once I was off the platform. "You're killing it, girl. I can't believe it."
I smiled at the compliment from him, "Thanks. It means a lot."
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and smiled, "Now that you're done. We can get a little undone."

We began to walk out the back of the venue towards the buses and I looked over at him with a mischievous smile, "How 'undone' are we talking, Abel?"
"All in good time, y/n. You'll see when we get inside. I got a few surprises in place." He laughed keeping his arm on my shoulder.

We made it to the bus, and he pulled on the handle to open it. "Ladies first."
I smirked, "What a damn gentlemen."
He ruffled his hair back a little and nodded, "Only to the women who deserve it."

I walked into the bus to see that my dining room table had multiple party favors on it. White cups, codine, candy, soda, a bong, and a pretty big baggie packed with weed.
"You said you wanna know what it's like to party with The Weeknd. Are you still down?" He asked with a devilish smile.
"I can't say no to you." I admitted with a grin.

I guess tonight is the night that I forget my own name.

He dug in his pocket and pulled out another baggie full of white powder, "And for the main event, we got the ultimate party starter. You ready to do lines like Shakespeare?" He joked.
Why the hell not? What else do I have? I lost Ariana, and I definitely lost Camila by pushing her away.
I nodded, "Set this shit up."

On the outside, I was cool and calm, but on the inside, I was having a mental freak out. I've never done hard drugs or drank hard. This will be the first time. I just hope I can handle it. As long as I can, I'll be fine with myself.

I turned on some chill music that we could listen to as he began to set everything up. Soon, we were each equipped with our own codeine cups, and the bong was packed.

"Cheers!" He smiled as we did a little salud and clanged our styrofoam cups together before taking a sip. It tasted better than I expected. I mean, it was still gross but guaranteed to fuck me up.

He began to set out the lines of blow as I sipped through my drink and looked at my phone.

"Have greens, girl. You deserve it after that performance." He told me before looking back down and focusing on what he was doing.
I picked up the bong and grabbed the lighter to light the green that was packed inside. I inhaled quickly and pulled the bowl out before inhaling the rest. I slowly exhaled, releasing the smoke from my lungs smoothly. "Damn girl. I can tell this isn't your first time partying."
I shrugged, "It comes natural, I guess."

About 10 minutes of random discussions later, he was finished setting up.
"You wanna be first or should I show you the ropes?" He seemed nicer than people give him credit for. He was just looking for a good time with friends and that's apparently what I am now.
I shook my head, "Nah. This is new to me. Do what you gotta do."
He grabbed the $100 bill he sat on table only a few moments ago and began to roll it up like a straw. "Basically, you just inhale really hard." He brought the bill up to his nose and quickly snorted the powder in a swift motion while holding his finger over his other nostril.

After he was done, he handed me the bill. I felt my hands shake a little in nervousness but the weed was beginning to calm me down.

I scooted closer to where he was and brought the bill up to my nose. 1, 2, 3. I inhaled harshly and felt the powder go through. I could taste it as it went down my throat. It was a lot different than any other thing I've done before.

I sat back for a second before Abel did another line and handed the bill back to me. "At least do the last one. It's your reward." He smirked.

I nodded feeling a little lightheaded. I finished my last line. I handed him his $100 bill. He grabbed my hand and put the bill back in it, "Save it. We'll go to the club together next time you're in Toronto. I know this place with some beautiful women. Glass Table Girls is what I call them."
I nodded feeling myself become attuned to the things around me. I was officially on a trip. It was nice for the moment. I just felt like I should. Hallucinogens and all.

I took a sip of my drink and continued to let the high pile up. He smiled and took a bong rip before handing it to me. We both took a couple more hits before sitting back and letting him pack the bowl again.

"So, how are you feeling?" He asked. I could see that his eyes were so low and red. I can only imagine what mine are like right now.
I nodded sloppily, "I'm good. I'm good." Then the thought came to my mind, "You want a Percocet?"
Abel smirked, "You really are a fan. Of course. I'd love one."
I scooted out of the booth of the table and tried to stand up. Only I couldn't. I crashed down on the floor. My legs were like jelly.
Abel laughed, "Don't worry. I do that on a daily. We're all in the same boat, fam."
I gave him a reassuring smile now knowing that I'm not the biggest idiot in the world for forgetting how to use my legs. Even though I really was.

I finally got up and wobbly walked to the back to my extra bunk where I stored my Jansport. I zipped open the front pocket to pull out one bottle full to the top with Percocets. I got a new prescription and decided to put all of my pills together. I grabbed 6 and walked back to sit down at the table.

I slammed the pills down and smirked at him. "10 milligrams?" He asked with his voice very hopeful. I nodded. "Fuck yeah. I knew you could party."

He took a pill and held it in his hand and I followed afterwards.
"Bottoms up." He told me before setting the pill on his tongue and drinking it down with the Lean. I followed his lead and he passed me the bong and lighter. "Your turn."
I obliged him even though I'm so far gone and I'm sure it can only go up from here. I did a big bong rip and it resulted in him laughing. "You got a milky hit, y/n. You are a legend." He began to bow to me in a mocking fashion which I found amusing and responded with a smile.

Abel took another hit before speaking to me, "So, how do you like the tour life?"
I shrugged and reached over to retrieve the bong from him, "It's interesting. That's all I can say."
He nodded and took a cig out of a pack to hand me one for myself, "I know what you mean. It's good sometimes but there are times when you just need to get away and do something different."
"Exactly. It's like you need an escape from this escape. Its too much stress when it really shouldn't be." I admitted lighting my cig and taking a quick drag into my lungs.
"Fuck yes. See, I like that you can relate. Plus, you haven't bitched out in partying like most of the crew does. So, you're alright with me."
That made me smile. He's one of my favorite artists and he likes me. That's one of the coolest things I've ever heard in my life.

We finished our cigs while talking about our favorite artists and songs. Abel looked down at the bong and smiled grabbing his baggie of weed, "We got enough for two more bowls. You wanna go for it?"
I nodded, now craving the high. I don't even remember why I was sad in the first place. "Unless you plan on saving that shit."
He scoffed, "Fuck that shit. We are gonna go all out. You performed in Toronto and now you're partying in Toronto. Queen's get to be the life of the party."
"Is that where the song came from?" I asked referring to one of my favorite songs by him.
He quirked his eyebrow, "No, honey. That song isn't about just any bitch. It's about people who have the right to be the Life of the Party. And you've earned your right."
He makes me feel so superior. I love it.

He packed the bowl for a third round and I looked over to see the time was now 11:56. We had partied non-stop for 4 hours straight.

Abel slid the bowl over to me, "Now getcho greens."
"Don't mind if I do." I happily replied picking up the lighter and lighting the weed to be inhaled deeply. As the smoke entered my lungs, the bus door swung open.

I stopped inhaling the smoke and looked at the shocked person in the doorway as they yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK?"

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a/n:

do I have any Spanish speaking readers that wanna help me out with a few phrases? it'd be so cool :) tell me in the comments if you wanna help. thanks xx - agf