Problem Solving - A BFDI AU

Chapter 2: Pen

Addiction sucks. One moment your life is awesome, you've got friends you have trusted for years, almost your whole life, and then they convince you to do something in a dark alley and everything starts to suck. I'll give you three guesses as to who that happened too. Problem is, Blocky and Eraser have been my friends for so long, I'd feel like an ass if I told them I don't want to be their friends anymore. Coiny already backed away from them, so why is it so hard for me?

This is what runs through my head every time I head to the gas station to buy more cigs. That this won't ever end, and I'll be stuck in this loop. But at least I've got my cheerful demeanor here to help me through. As I walk up to the cashier, I grab a box and set them down and the cashier starts walking back to can them. And it seems to be just my luck as I turn to look at the donut stand thinking I should get some, and who do I see? Standing there grabbing a dozen is none other than Eraser. I pull off my bright blue hat and stuff it in my bag and pull my hoodie over my head. Please don't recognize me please don't recognize me-

"Pen? Izzat you?" I knew I'd been caught. I grabbed the box of cigarettes and started walking out the door, pretending not to hear him. I rush out the door, and to my car. I hear the doors open behind me, with Eraser calling my name. Can't act like I don't hear him anymore. I look up at him and act surprised "Hm? Oh, Eraser! Nice to see you." He then began walking toward me and reached out to shake my hand. When I didn't accept his gesture, he gave me a look of confusion. "Uh... I have a cold. Sorry." A blatant lie, and I don't know if he believed me, but that's besides the point. "Damn, well I hope you get better."

"Thanks. Well, I'll see you later." He nods, and slaps me in the side to keep my guard up. "See ya, man." I then get in my car, and start pulling out. My house isn't too far from the gas station, so I can take it slow. I start driving when I feel something in my hoodie pocket. I reach in to pull out whatever was in there. That's weird, I don't remember putting anything there- but when I took it out it wasn't anything I expected. I pull into my driveway and bolt into my house. I throw the plastic bag on the counter and stare at it in horror. So many questions were running through my mind. How did it get there? Why do I have it? Am I gonna get arrested? How long do I have until my intrusive thoughts take over?

That last one was not a joke. I've seen this stuff before, in that previously mentioned alleyway Blocky and Eraser drug me too. I've seen this stuff. I've dabbled in it. I've done things I regret, and this was flooding me with memories I tried to bury. I needed to hide it from sight. For my safety both mentally and physically. I had an hour before my parents got home, so I needed to hide it fast.