Sugar

Part 4*+:p

As it gets late we all sort of lose focus, Whitearmour pulls up to start laying down beats and Jonte and Benji freestlye back and forwards, periodically passing the blunt to me nestled under a wooly blanket on the couch.

We order in Japanese curries for dinner and put on a movie. Bladee sits down next to me, his sweater brushing against my arm makes my skin burn. I realise I'm a bit fucking baked. "Benji..." My voice is barely a whisper as I look up at him through glazed eyes. "Can I have some water?" He smirks down at me. Oh God he knows I'm high. Wait he's high too, I mean probably moreso I'm certainly a lightweight..

"Here" He hands me a glass of ice water and places a big plate of jam fancies down on the coffee table. "I thought you might want something sweet too.." That was so thoughtful.. I mean, I probably should have acknowledged that but instead I can only mumble "oh fuck yeah" but at least that made him laugh.

The movie and chatter in the background luls me to sleep with my head slumped against his shoulder. I woke up in the spare room, sunlight fell through the gaps in the curtain, I could hear a familiar sound of music and voices so I got up and made my way to the kitchen.

Jonte stands leaning over the bench, conversing with Benjamin in Swedish. "Hey good morning! I thought you'd be asleep forever!" Benji greets me with a warm smile. I check the time, its 6am.

"I did not take you for a morning person..." I murmur, plopping down at the table. "Ah we didn't really sleep." Jonte explains, which yeah, makes more sense.

"I reckon I'm gonna head out, I need to shower." I groan, rubbing my eyes. "What? No!" Benjamin turns to me, throwing a tea towel over his shoulder. "I've already started making breakfast! You should shower here."

I step out of the shower smelling like a lush store. I return to the spare room I slept in to get dressed only to find the bed made with fresh clothes laid out. It's an acne studios t-shirt and Nike sweatpants. I pull them on wondering if he sprayed cologne on them? Or maybe thats just what his clothes smell like?.. I gather the slack of the t-shirt and bring it to my face, inhaling deeply. There's a knock at the door and I'm so startled I almost shid me pants. "Breakfast is ready!" calls Bladee from the hallway.

The table outside is made up with a tablecloth, flowers and 3 English breakfasts. Jonte says his prayer to the frog God, we eat.

"Do the clothes fit okay? I did try to find things that would fit." Bladee asks, eyeing the outfit drowning my figure. "Yeah it's cozy. Not far from what I usually wear." Bladee's concern softens to a smile.

"Oh shit.. I got a text from Emilio" Jonte Mumbles, squinting at his phone in the morning light. "Looks like you, me, Zak have to go into the office to sign contracts for Alyx and finalise some details for the mv." Bladee nods solemnly, "Shit well, plikten kallar." They stand stretching as they gather plates, Bladee rests a hand on my shoulder, "You can stay here if you like, otherwise I'll message you when we're done yeah?" I nod and smile "Yeah, thanks."