❝ dopamine is known as the "feel-good" hormone. It gives you a sense of pleasure. It also gives you the motivation to do something when you're feeling pleasure. ❞
❝ was i just a fucking high to you?❞
set in 2019; events in this story are fictional...
i'll love u forever ❝ - u get me so high; the neighborhood.
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honestly? the breakup stung, but it didn't hurt me. i'm fine without a girlfriend, really. they come and go. i was more hurt by that fucker, james. he had eve wrapped around his finger, yet he still fucked up. on top of that, she immediately pushed her needs aside and went home with me. she hadn't mentioned herself the whole night. so when i opened my arms for her, i knew she wouldn't hesitate to let me hold her.
her shoulders shook as she cried silently. i swallowed, burying my head into her hair and trying to ignore the way my gut twisted seeing her cry. i hate seeing her hurt. "evie," i said gently. "you should go to bed." she shook her head, pulling back to look at me. her eyes were tinged red, but she pasted a weak smile onto her face. "i'm okay," she replies, as if trying to convice herself. i clenched my jaw. "are you tired?" the girl added quietly. i shook my head, taking her hand in mine. "hey, i know. wanna watch a movie?" i ask, hoping to see a real smile. more for my sake than her own, she shot me a grin. "cars?" she asked.
five minutes later, we're wrapped up in blankets on the couch, watching cars. evangeline is curled up in a ball on the armchair already, eyes fluttering shut. i snort to myself- she'll be asleep in a few minutes. yawning, i take out my phone and start scrolling and and answering messages.
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i can't help the sense of dread i'm starting to feel at this whole thing. if photographers caught us, we might have to go public sooner than we'd hoped, and i don't know if evangeline's ready. i don't know if i'm ready. sure, i've dealt with the media circus plenty of times, and so had she. but together? i don't know if that's the best way to go. the only reason i tried to convince her to agree was that. know that this, this chance right now is something i'll never get again. evangeline is a confrontational person- she would've told me if she had feelings. i think. but this fake dating thing might just give me a shot with her.
i glance up at her quickly, only to find that she's asleep already. she's curled up on the armchair, her head resting on her arm. a lump forms in my throat, and i swallow quickly. standing up, i grab a blanket from a nearby basket and drape it on her, taking care to cover her whole body. should i take her to my room-?
no, she'd kill me.
i leave her there, shutting off the lights as i walk slowly to my room. today feels like a fever dream, and i'm half hoping to wake up tomorrow with a killer hangover. i shut the door to the room, careful to not make noise. i'll call it a night for now.
