He liked politics, I liked drugs...

Chapter 3 - Late night chills

I didn't remember falling asleep, it was all just a blur, I rolled out from under my bed sheets, and scrambled all over my cluttered room to find my phone. I noticed the distinctive beam of light, shining from underneath my black push-up bra. I picked up my phone, and checked the time, it was 6pm, I had slept in late as fuck.
"Shit, I'm meeting Barney in a couple of hours" I groaned
I stepped out of my room, peeping my head round the corner. I was home alone. I waltzed into the bathroom, put the music in my phone on shuffle; got undressed, and stepped into the shower. It felt refreshing having a hot shower, they normally made me feel sick, but tonight it felt different. I was engulfed by the steam, and it felt incredible. The warm and gentle water streamed down my back, as I washed my hair. Over an hour had passed of me singing in the shower at the top of my lungs. I stepped out of the pleasant shower, with a cushioned towel around my waist, and walked back into the cluster of mess known as my room. I got changed into some clothes. I was wearing my ripped tights, and a long grey shirt. It was half seven, so I set off to meet Barney at the field. I arrived and trudged through the towering nettles, and approached him. The wind was fuming, and destroyed my hair.
"Hair's looking sexy" Barney smirked
"Yeah, I know right" I responded sarcastically
I hit him in the arm, and sat down in the trimmed grass next to him.
"Hey, I've got some baccy" I winked
"Nice, roll it for me? I can't roll them to save my life" he laughed
I folded part of the filter into a zigzag kind of shape, rolled the rizzler into a cylinder, and then proceeded to fill it with tobacco. I let it settle for a minute or two, and placed the filter in at the end; whilst I made another one for me.
"Pass me my lighter from my bag?" I asked
He reached into my leather bag and tossed me the faulty green lighter.
I spent the next 5 minutes attempting to light the end of my cigarette, but I couldn't get a strong flame - just sparks.
"Are you sure it's not the lighter than faulty?" He teased
"Oh fuck off" I giggled
"Want me to try?" Barney offered
"Nah, it's fine I've got it now" I replied as I lit my fag
I used the end of my burning cigarette to light his, as I honestly couldn't be bothered to try and get another strong flame again.
Over 20 minutes passed of smoking and small talk before I mentioned Tom.
"I've thought about it" I mentioned
"About?" He asked
"Well what do you think? I've thought about Me and Tom" I addressed
"And..." He jeered
"I like him. I really do..." I stuttered
"I told you Gee" he interrupted
"But. I have issues with commitment" I groaned
Barney bit his lip, and lay down in the grass, as I did next to him. We gazed at the clouds, hovering above us.
"You're in some pretty deep shit, aren't you Georgia?" He chuckled
"As always" I grinned
"Look. Life's too short to be worrying over shit like this, just go for him" He lectured
"You're right. I need to talk to him. I need to tell him how I feel" I smiled
"I hope things go well, I haven't seen you this happy in ages" He praised
I sat up on the dark grass, grabbed my handbag and stood up.
"It's been a chill night, thanks for the advice Barn - it means a lot. Catch up soon yeah?" I asked
"Course, tell me how things go" He replied as I walked away
"And don't fuck each other just yet" he yelled once more
I carried on walking away and gave him the cheeky finger, and grinned. My long shirt bounced against my thighs and the wind blew against my hair, but this was the first time I had been happy in years, and it felt fucking great.