the him of hers

15

Kambrea

"Oh fuck, this is my shit!" Mera is drinking apple juice out of my mothers wine glass in one hand with a blunt in another as she dances around my room. "Come on snuggle butt..."

Her bizarre nicknames never seize to disappoint with their oddity. I still wouldn't trade her weirdness for anyone else's in this world.

Trippie Redd's exotic beat makes its way to my ears and my body starts to move until I feel myself standing on top of my bed. I start humming while a laugh comes from me as well.

The music is blasting throughout the house. Making the walls vibrate. Making my soul vibrate.

"She's such a freaky girl! She puts me in the craziest moods..."

Twirling around my room in a white oversized tee and panties with an almost empty Hennessy bottle in my hand, I feel fucking unstoppable.

With my best-friend right by my side. High as ever.

Mom is out for a work trip; Braylen is somewhere snorting a line maybe; And Mateo and De. Well, who fucking cares.

It's Thursday, my weekend with them has been over with. Worrying about them right now is unacceptable.

Well, about him.

"Yeah!" Mera laughs so loud it could make the earth shake. I've always loved it.Always loved her.

Shimmying her way over to me, I'm dancing my ass off. She comes to grab my hands and twirl me around. "Tell me all your secrets..." I move my hands to her face and cup her cheeks while singing, throwing my favorite person a smile.

"And all of your regrets! I know you been dealing with leeches..." She sings along with me and looks down to light the half smoked blunt while that beautiful smile can't help itself to form on her pretty facial appearance.

"You're so stressed out, and tired. Baby give me all of your love! You're so stressed out let me give you satisfaction." I carry out this part by trying to add vocals on my voice.

Do I sound the best and do I care. Fuck No and fuck no.

"I fucking love you, Brea!"

My best-friend exhales the smoke and passes the blunt to me while yelling those words that have hit my ears a million times. I hope for them a million more.

"I love you, love!"

I think it's my imagination when I hear the doorbell repeatedly ring from downstairs, so I continue to enjoy myself.

Then I hear beating on the door aggressively. Maybe a little kicking too.

It's a school night, I remember. And my brother is out right now. It's 11:00, he would usually be arriving home by this time.

I'm trying to keep my mind clear. The alcohol in my system is distracting me from that duty and is making me do the opposite.

"Hey. M-Mera stop the music for a...minute," My words slur and topple together.

I shake my head a little to get myself in complete focus. It thankfully helps in the slightest way and I find myself back in concentration.

"Someone's downstairs. I forgot...Braylen...I forgot about him, my brother." I put my hands over my mouth and blink hard. Deciding if I want to laugh right now or be serious.