Teenage Dirtbag

Ch 25: Secrets Out

Peyton pov:

Waking up felt like death, my mind was clouded and my body felt like shit. There was no other way to describe how I felt like literal garbage. Moving around felt so much worse.

Hungover and depressed from the high and alcohol I groggily sit up and look around, finding myself in Fallons room. She laid to the side of me, her body mostly naked. Remembering parts of last night I panic a little, feeling shittier than I already did.

Pulling myself out of her bed I fell to the floor, my stomach turning into knots. Groaning loudly I crawl my way to a bathroom to throw up. Getting there eventually I hunch over and throw up, reliving some pain in my stomach.

I sit for a while, occasionally throwing up and sweating when I wasn't. Flushing for a final time I feel content enough to stand, splashing some water on my face by the sink. Removing the makeup and fake teeth I feel the tiniest bit better to not have that stuff on me.

The door barges open as Fallon enters and heads straight for the toilet, throwing up weakly. The sound is loud and makes my pounding head worse. She hugs the bowl as I move to her, sitting behind the girl.

"I'm dying." She groans, leaning back into me and hugging my arms. Normally I'd be happy for this kind of touch or affection from her but right now I feel terrible.

"Is the come down always this bad?" I rub her arms, trying to comfort her despite my own discomfort.

She lurches forward and throws up again, whining when it hurts her. Flushing and sitting back again she groans and cuddles into me with a deep frown.

"You need a shower. I need one too." She pushes off me, standing in her mostly naked glory. Stripping the rest of her clothes she turns on the shower and gets in.

"Hurry up." She calls out to me. Confused but too tired to care, I strip myself and join her.

The hot water was the only thing that felt good. It was pretty big for a shower so we didn't feel too cramped inside it. We just showered and cleaned ourselves, my eyes shut nearly the entire time.

When we got out it was a slow process of us trying to find towels and not stop to just lay on the ground. I put on some lazy clothes I had while she did the same.

We ended up on the couch groaning and moaning about how shitty we felt. I ordered some greasy food to hopefully help us feel a little better. 

"I'm never doing Molly again." Fallon groaned, sitting partially on me. Agreeing with her I stay laying on the couch.

"It was amazing for the high but this come down is fucking awful." I groaned, hurting and feeling very sad. That shit really does fuck with your dopamine.

The door rang and we whined, getting up I try to quickly grab the food and go back to the couch. Setting the food out I dig in, filling my stomach with something to try and ease the pain.

Fallon joins me, eating and watching some shitty show on the TV. When we had our fill I laid back out on the couch, trying to relax. Fallon surprised me a little by laying with me, her weight on me comfortably.

"You're more touchy." I chuckled, holding her as we lay and mindlessly watch the show.

"It's the only thing that feels good right now." She snuggled into me, closing her eyes to try and sleep.

Brushing my hand through her hair I feel tired, doing all of nothing drained me. I know it's the come down of the drugs but it still made me feel drained. Closing my eyes I start to drift off.