December 21st
London, UK
Skylark Apartments
Bon
I wondered if Angus was angry at me. He seemed disappointed, more than anything. I wanted to find out how he knew all about drugs. Anyone else would assume cocaine but they probably wouldn't even notice the baggie. I never did get it back but I still craved the rush. Thankfully, Judy returned the day before and I could buy more from her. I looked at his sleeping face, his arm on his forehead and hair strewn around the pillow. He wasn't too close to me but I told myself it was because he was asleep. I wanted to make it up to him and so I took out my phone and texted my good friend, Cliff.
Hey, Cliff, it's Bon
I know, idiot, I have your number saved
Whatever. Can I ask a favour?
Sure, what do you need?
You working today?
Yeah
I'll come by later, I need your help choosing a gift
Who is it for?
You don't know him
How do you know, you haven't asked me...
Angus Young
Sure I know him, he works at that little coffee shop on Main Street, doesn't he? What were you thinking?
A guitar. His roommate mentioned a Gibson SG, I think it was?
I've got one left, it's cherry red. Want me to reserve it for you?
That'd be great. Talk to you later, he's waking up.
What's that got to do with anything?
I'll tell you later, bye, Cliff.
"Good morning, sleepy head." I whispered softly as he stretched.
"What time's it?"
"7:30. You sleep well?"
"No," He groaned, rubbing his eyes, "I had a nightmare."
"What about?" I asked, playing with his hair.
"You OD'ing on the heroin." Angus deadpanned and I sighed.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's fine." He sat up, staring at me. "I'm sorry too."
"For what?"
