"he has persuasive lips but terrible motives."
a story about young people navigating love, friendship, drugs and becoming an adult.
content warnings: mature content and descriptions of drugs, suicide and overdose.
edited in dec 2022.
It had been a week since the breakup. Fuckshit and Isabella had avoided each other completely since then. She tried to keep busy so she couldn't think about him as much. They saw each other at school but never spoke a word to each other.
"Is he coming tonight?" Isabella, Fourthgrade and Ray were sitting on the sofas at Motors. They were going out tonight, Fourthgrade had a friend who was playing with his band downtown and wanted him to film so they just tagged along. It would be late so Stevie and Ruben stayed home to keep their curfews.
"Yeah, he's coming. He got his car back so he's coming later." Ray replied, voice low.
"So you're not taking anything tonight?" Ray continued.
"No, nothing."
She was out of breath but she still had some benzos left from when she stocked up big before the incident with Nick. She tried to ration the last pills she had left to make it last longer. Which was good... quitting cold turkey wasn't easy. She was feeling withdrawals, her body wasn't used to such little substances in her body.
"Okay, good. We were just worried about you, you know? I've lost enough people and I don't wanna lose anyone else..." After a month of knowing them, Ray told her he had lost his brother a while back. Isabella couldn't imagine what it felt like losing someone close to you like he had.
"I know you're just looking out for me. I appreciate you."
"Should we go? So we don't miss the bus?" Isabella asked and changed the subject.
It was a short bus ride to the venue and Fourthgrade got them in through the side door. They mingled with the band for a while until they went to get drinks, on the house of course. The crowd was let in and the venue was filled with happy people. It was a while until the band would go on. Isabella wouldn't admit it but her eyes were going through the groups of people to see if Fuckshit was there. She missed him. She missed his kisses, she missed his laugh, she missed everything about him.
Then he walked through the doors. The curly hair without the beanie, a sweatshirt and his big jeans. He wasn't alone though, by his side was a good looking blonde girl Isabella had never seen before. Had he brought her here? Jealousy grew within quickly.
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"Are you okay?" Fourthgrade asked as he had seen her reaction to fuckshit walking in.
"I'm fine."
Ray and fuckshit got eyecontact and Fuckshit walked over, still with the girl by his side. He started dabbing the boys up but avoided looking at Isabella. The blonde looked bored as they stood talking about the band. She leaned over and whispered something into his ear and he nodded.
"I'll catch up with you, gotta get some drinks."
The lights turned off and a spotlight lit up towards the stage. The band appeared and Fourthgrade went into work mode with his camera as Isa and Ray stood on the side.
