fires and floods. | dominic fike

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Celeste slumped on her warm bed, grateful to just be back in her comfortable room. She just needed 5 minutes to close her eyes and recollect herself before she would have to take off her makeup and get ready for bed. Her thoughts were running a million miles a second, she was so conflicted. Was she allowed to feel this way? If they weren't officially together, can she even be upset? The girl kind of assumed they were exclusive, given how much time they spend together and what they do. She knew friends didn't kiss or hold hands or hold each other while they slept like her and Dom did. Needless to say, she felt stupid. Stupid because of course, if they didn't have the conversation of what they exactly were, then how was she in the safe to assume anything to begin with?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a rhythmic tap at her window. She groaned, peering over her shoulder and being met with the sight of Dominic Fike. He pressed his forehead against the glass, beginning to make puppy eyes and mustering the most courage he could for what was about to go down.

"Pleeeeeeeeease Cel. Let's talk." Dominic's voice strained, desperation lacing every word he spoke.

Celeste sighed heavily, plopping her face back down onto the pillow. She wanted to speak to him, she just didn't know if she was sober enough to.

"Cmon, babydoll." Dominic called for the girl, hoping she would give in.

Celeste mentally rolled her eyes, knowing he wouldn't go easily if she didn't talk it out with him. Pushing herself up and off her bed, Celeste walked over to her windowsill, unlocking it before pushing it up for the boy to enter her second floor room. Dominic was met with the smell of her perfume, fabric softener, and lavander. It had a home smell accompanied by Celeste's own smell, he loved discovering little consistencies that came from her lifestyle.

Dominic looked around, with that lost puppy look on his face once more. Celeste knew he was hesitant, but she didn't have the energy to confront him first. Leaning on her bed frame, she criss-crossed her legs in front of her. Her hands patted the empty spot in front of her, giving him the OK to sit down. He took no hesitation in doing so, gently getting on the edge of the bed but still close to her.

"Cel, I don't even know where to start." Dominic sighed heavily, earning an eye roll from the girl. She sat for a second, poking her tongue against her cheek as her thoughts began running again.

"I don't know either, Dom. I think that's the only thing we're on the same page on." Celeste began picking at her nails, becoming disinterested in the conversation.

"I don't like the feeling of you being upset with me." Dominic said lowly, looking down at his lap.

"So you go ahead and do shit that would make me upset?" Celeste asked smartly in a low voice.

"Cel, the fuck you giving me so much attitude for?" Dominic snapped, his eyebrows furrowing together as frustration laced his voice. He stood up and ran a stressed hand through his hair, Celeste was slightly taken back by his reaction. He never really snapped at her, not like this at least. His words held so much spite, she didn't know how to feel as he paced back and forth.

It was then that it clicked for her; it was the drugs talking and she knew she had to get to the bottom of it.

"How long have you been doing these drugs for?" Celeste abruptly asked, causing Dominic to pause immediately.

Fuck, Dominic thought to himself. The one conversation I didn't want to ever have with her.

"Dominic, I asked you a question." Celeste broke the silence that was growing between them, Dominic was busy trying to come up with an answer. Did he want to lie? Did he want to tell her the truth? How much did he even want to Celeste in on?