≫ a collection of imagines for some of my favourite fictional characters and celebrities, part two.
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summary: now that Nick has finally returned from rehab, you both have to start considering what happens following graduation.
warning/s: mentions of relapsing, drugs and alcoholism.
author's note: it's a bit late again, my bad! but here's part 3, hope you like it 🥰
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18 years old...
Time had flown so quickly since Nick returned home and, before I knew it, we were counting down the days until graduation. There was only a week left before we'd both be walking onstage to collect our diplomas – something we were both surprised to achieve, but nonetheless grateful.
We were laying on his roof the evening before our last week in school, staring up at the stars and chatting about anything and everything. It was one of those moments you didn't want to end because you were at peace and nothing could change that.
"Are you gonna leave if I pull out some weed?" he asked suddenly, ruining the moment.
I groaned quietly. "Nick..."
He laughed quietly, already pulling out a joint and lighting it. "It's only weed, it won't kill me."
I gave him a disapproving look. He was supposed to be clean, but he'd been using weed on and off for the past few weeks. It was better than much worse drugs out there, but it still worried me in case he got addicted again.
He breathed in before sighing with relief as he got more comfortable, moving one arm behind his head to use as a pillow.
"What do you think you're gonna do after school's finished?" I asked him once it fell quiet again.
"Dunno," he said honestly.
"Haven't you applied for any colleges?"
He snickered, as if I'd said something amusing. "Nope. Mum's been on my back about it, but I don't know if I want that right now. Why force it?"
I hummed in acknowledgement, admiring the few stars dotted in the sky. "You've been through a lot this past year. Maybe you should use this time to focus on yourself for a while."
He put his joint to his lips once more before handing it over to me. "Maybe. What about you?"
I quirked a brow, looking between me and the joint. He tried not to laugh as he waved it in the air.
"C'mon, it won't kill you," he teased.
I sighed, figuring it would be okay to let loose just this once. Accepting the joint, I took a smoke and pulled a face at the taste. I'd had weed before, but only a little, and aside from the momentary high it gave me, I wasn't a huge fan.
"I don't know either," I finally answered his question. "Not properly anyway."
He laughed as he nudged me. "Yeah you do. C'mon. Tell me."
