𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒.

𝐈𝐗.

⭑ 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑
𝟷𝟸 ᴀᴍ

ɴᴀᴍɪʟ

A lighter flickered and an orange light appeared. Heat radiated in the palm of his hand as he covered it up from the wind. There was a roll between his lips. A blunt. Smoke billowed from it as he sat on the bench, seemingly zoning out and looking at the stars.

Slim fingers gently flowed through the bush of light brown curls before a loud sigh escaped his lips and those fingers released the gentle grip on his curls. He was thinking about something but no one was there to ask any questions.

A pill bottle spilled from his pocket and he sighed again. He forgot about those. He was thinking ahout dumping them into the sewer a while ago.

He was also thinking of force feeding them to himself so he didn't have to deal with it anymore.

The pills were for anxiety. Though, his anxiety was really bad and he'd rather stay in his room majority of the time, his friends and Serenity made all of that go away. Even the blunt was helping him more than the pills.

When he closed his eyes, attempting to relax himself, he was woken up by a light tap on his head. His eyes snapped open and he saw Wes.

"You stargazing?" The dreadhead asked, sitting down beside his now under the influence friend. "You know, you got something to do right? It's twelve."

"What do I have to do?"

"First off, you gotta drop. Second, you been going outside a lot more than you usually do. What you thinking about?"

"I'll do it later, I'm tired. And I'm not really thinking about anything. I just miss my friend that's all."

"You think they in the clouds?" Wes queried, also looking up at the sky, which was blanketed with stars.

"Fuck no, that nigga went to el infierno, for sure." Namil forced a smile, "I just miss the nigga, that's it. But I'll be okay. I just needed to clear my head."

Wes nodded, "you know I'm always here if you gotta cry about ya issues. That's why we friends."

"Shut up, being all sappy," Namil laughed before he'd take a drag from his blunt and hand it off to Wes but he simply refused, "thanks."

"You welcome," Wes gently punched Namil on his shoulder, "you wanna go in or you gone stay out here?"

"I'm coming in," Namil replied and with that, the boys stood up and made their way back into the dorm, the curly haired male tossing his blunt into the bushes before he walked through the entrance.

"A party?" Namil tilted his head as he listened to another classmate of his, Amari, say. In the underground music world, his name was "Osamason". The two were pretty close even though they just met not too long ago. Amari was the quiet kind of guy.

He didn't say too many words but when he was around people he was cool with, he was over the moon but he always managed to make himself seem mysterious.

"Yeah, you gotta come out to that shit. It's gone be hype. It's gone be in the basement of the boys dorms," Amari whispered, "you can bring that girl if you want to. It's in a couple days."

"Oh, nah. I won't take her. She don't really like to party . . . I'll just leave her alone," Namil said, "but I'll go. Just gotta figure out what imma put on."

"You tryna be fashionable at a frat party? You really a different nigga, Slump," Amari chuckled, "that's why I fuck wit you."

Amari then got up and walked off, leaving the room entirely to do whatever he was doing. Wes glanced at Namil with a confused look.

"You going to a party? How the hell you think that's gone go? You got a girl and it's probably gone be hella females."

"Chill, nothing gone happen."

"Can you handle being high without fuckin up?" Wes queried. Namil went quiet. He could be impulsive sometimes when it came to getting high.

"I got it." Namil said.

"You got it? Yeah right, the last time you said that, you went missing for a whole night and came back looking like you was fighting wolves."

"Ion remember that," Namil blinked.

Wes sucked his teeth and slouched back in his chair, "of course you don't. You blacked out."

"Well not this time. I can handle myself."

Wes hummed, not entirely believing what Namil had to say regarding his smoking habits.

Later that day, it was lunch time and the group, Namil, Wes, Marshell, and Serenity were making their way into town.

"Since we don't have class for the rest of today, we should go shopping," Serenity whispered to Marshell. Marshell would nod in agreement to the plan while the boys looked at the two girls as if they were left out on a secret.

"Oh, yeah, go shopping without us," Namil crossed his arms, "Wes, we should go to uh . . . somewhere other than to the mall."

"You can't even think of somewhere to go," Serenity laughed, "you wanna come with me and Mar?"

Namil's face flushed a reddish color, "I ain't hanging wit girls. I got food to eat, music to make, and weed to smoke."

"Is that all you do?" Marshell chimed in.

"Nah, I do . . . other stuff."

"Totally, Namil." Serenity smirked at the male. Another wave of embarrassment washed over him.

"Cállate, señorita." Namil bit his bottom lip, then that's when he had an idea. Switching the arrangement of the line they walked in, Namil moved in between Marshell and Serenity.

"How about me and Serenity go together and you and Wes can go wherever ya wanna go?"

"Namil, I just said I was—" Serenity started but he quickly shushed her and painted a smile on his face. Wes seemed to be down with Namil's plan, so he'd take Marshell and they'd split up, leaving Serenity and Namil alone together.

"I gotta talk to you, okay?" Namil whispered.

"Go ahead."

"You know Amari right? I think I told you about him. Anyway, he asked me if I wanted to go to this party and I was wondering if you wanted to go. I know how you feel about that stuff but I just wanted to be considerate and I didn't want you to yell at me 'cus I didn't ask you."

"I wasn't gone yell at you," the girl smiled at him, "and thank you for being considerate. Maybe I will come with you. I'll think about it. I didn't know you liked frat parties."

"Actually, I never been," Namil quickly clarified, "it's a first time for everything, right?"

"I guess so."

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 — 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄
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