Sunday 11:11 PM
waitt i have a request you can definitely :
say no to
bey 🍃: i probably won't say no wassup?
okay so im like king of really drunk (yes :
i know it's the lords day 😣😣) but would you be able to somehow bring the weed up to me
because if i go down i might not find my :
way back up #ngl
bey 🍃: damn wtf what were you drinking 😭
don't julio has me acting a GOT DAMN foolio :
bey 🍃: your typos have me dead 😭
bey 🍃: damn how many calories are in a tequila shot
i don't have an eating disorder i let myself :
have fun 🙄
i'll always have space for the calories in a tequila :
shot
bey 🍃: this is this most you've talked 😭
bey 🍃: i'm scared to go over there and see drunk you
don't worry i'm actually pretty normal :
and my friends are here :
bey 🍃: i can be there in 30
wya 🤨 :
bey 🍃: 😭😭 wym
it's 15 sometimes :
bey 🍃: i gotta go to someone before you since i have to come up and stuff
mmmm okay :
lmk when you're coming up 😇 :
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I was drunk. As fuck.
I didn't drink with my coworkers and close friends Lauryn and India for a reason. They had me completely tore up. I didn't even trust myself to go down and get weed from Bey.
By the time I texted her, we were all kind of fucked up and just lounging on my couch. We played drinking games until we couldn't anymore.
Those thirty minutes felt like hours. She texted me that she was coming into my building but I didn't move until she said she was at the door. My building should've had better security but this was one instance I couldn't complain about that.
I slowly got up from the couch. "Guys, she's here. Don't be weird, I'm begging." I would've died on the spot if they said anything to embarrass me.
India waved me off. "What do we look like? Go talk to your lil shit."
"Girl." I didn't say anything to avoid a full blew debate over Bey. "Whatever."
I went to the door and opened it to Bey already standing there waiting on me. I drunkenly smiled. "Thank you so much for doing this."
She laughed. "You're fucked up."
I rolled my eyes and gestured for her to walk inside. "Whatever. I'm young." That was my favorite excuse for anything.
She looked at my friends for a second but didn't acknowledge them. "You need me to roll for you."
"Uh.." I started to question my own abilities. "Maybe. Come with me." I took her into my room because that was where all my weed stuff was. I pulled out a new pack of russian cream Backwoods, and my bring pink grinder and rolling tray while Bey sat down on my bed.
As soon as I sat down on the bed and had everything in front of me, I started to feel weirdly overwhelmed. Bey laughed and shifted everything on my bed toward her. "You need to sit your drunk ass down. You probably don't even need to be smoking but I got it."
She was right. I sat down on my bed and used my arm on the bed to hold me up. "I don't even drink, that's why I'm like this. I'll probably regret this tomorrow."
"Don't. You're funny, you don't never anything to regret."
"Hmm." I watched her roll. I hated to admit it but she looked good. But they didn't have anything to do with the many reason why things would stay completely platonic. I just met her anyway. "You wand to stay and smoke with me?"
She softly laughed to herself. "What about your friends?"
"They're definitely going to think somethings going on but I wanted to ask you some stuff."
She pulled out a paper to go over the backwood. "Hm?"
"Light it first." I didn't want her to be able to run away.
She quickly rolled the blunt with the paper and then quickly lit it. "Okay, what?"
"Is there any reason why I should be scared to go to a certain my friends want to go to because of you and your drug dealing friends? Larry to be blunt but.." I didn't know how else to say it.
She laughed and then passed the blunt to me. She thought everything I was doing was funny. "Definitely not. Especially not if you came, you know I got you."
"I don't know that but that but sure." Once again, we basically just met each other. "But I don't know, I don't want to be caught in gang crossfire or anything crazy."
"You have a funny imagination. Nothing like that would be going on. You have hair-" She stopped what she was doing and pulled my strands of hair out of the lip gloss on my lip.
Shes a drug dealer Onika.
I shook the improper thoughts out of my head and smiled. "Thank you."
"Of course." She was going to say something else but her phone started ringing. She declined it and shot up. "I have to go. Walk me to the door?"
I nodded and asked the blunt before I stood up. We left my house and I fully left my apartment so my body ass friends wouldn't be in my business.
"See you. Thanks for the weed." I gave her a hug without her having to ask, mostly because I was drunk and would hug a tree right now.
She made sure to give my body a good squeeze. "Of course. Text me when you're sober, I want to talk."
We hugged for another second and then I went back into my apartment. My friends had a million and one questions but I ignored them all.
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i'm drunk writing this so i might unpublish or repulsed an edited version of this 😭
Onika?
Bey?
Onikas friends?
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