𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐁.𝐄

𝟏𝟐 | 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐰𝐨

𝐢𝐟𝐡𝐲 - 𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬
" 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦,
𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. "

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞

Saturday.

The day I promised to visit Naomi at the club.

I sat in silence, staring at the time, 12:45am. Cold air blasted through the vents of my car. The flashing lights from the club spilled through the windows, filling the darkness with specks of light.

I needed a moment to myself before I went inside.

I've been avoiding my responsibilities all week and the club has been the last thing on my mind.

I haven't been motivated to do much lately. Every once in a while, I find myself in a slump where I don't feel like doing anything or talking to anyone.

Right now is one of those times.

In fact, it took a lot for me to leave the house. I had to keep reminding myself, ' Tonights for Naomi. '

She's always done right by me and who would I be to not do the same? There's no telling how long she's been looking forward to this, I would be a fool to bail on her. It's just not right.

The least I could do is give whatever energy I have left in me to this one little thing.

' Tonights for Naomi. ' I reminded myself one last time.

I sighed as I turned the car off, pulling my keys out of the ignition. The colorful lights and loud music consumed me the second I walked inside the club.

Despite all the distractions, I immediately scanned the room, looking for Naomi.

The building was full of people. I raised my brows at the sight of a dancer with brown skin and long hair, but when she turned around I was let down.

"Aye, Eilish." A familiar voice yelled.

I quickly turned around, frowning at a familiar face. Carlos.

He stumbled towards me while holding a glass in his hand. "S-So this is how you spend your day off." He slurred, throwing his arm over my shoulder.

I tried getting out of his hold but it was no use. I was so thrown off by situation, I didn't even notice him walking me over to the hookah spot.

Men were scattered around the lounge. Some with drinks, others with pipes. "Welcome to the party." He said, lifting his cup in the air.

He went over to the sofa and sat us to between two bulky men. I immediately squeezed myself from between the two of them, moving towards the edge of the cushion.

The guy next to me nudged my arm. I looked over my shoulder to see him offering me a drink. I scrunched my nose, "Fuck off."

This is not what I came here for.

I attempted to get up but Carlos put his hand on my shoulder, "Nah, chill out for a sec."

I don't know what it is but somethings keeping me from acting out the way I normally would.

Carlos took a few more sips from his glass, "I-I gotta talk to you." He hiccuped.

I shook my head, "You're drunk as hell."