you're such a dream to me...
not your typical love story.
inspired by Ariana Grande's r.e.m & the movie Baby Driver.
Chris Brown story ❤️
i suck at descriptions but the story speaks for itself. I PROMISE!
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Date: November 24th Time: 6:05 PM Location:Blaze's Apartment
"I think I started somethin' I got what I wanted Did-didn't, I can't feel nothin', superhuman."
Thanksgiving afternoon felt almost surreal like I was hazing through it. The apartment buzzed with warmth and energy, the air thick with the scent of food and the sound of laughter bouncing off the walls. Reese was cracking up as he roasted Flaco for dropping the apple pie, while Samiyah and Kaylee worked on cleaning up the mess, shaking their heads at the chaos. Gage weaved through the rooms, his nose to the ground, eagerly searching for any scraps of food that might have hit the floor. The whole scene felt familiar, comforting; almost enough to make me forget everything.
I slumped into the couch, body loose, warmth spreading through me like a cheap illusion. It was fake peace, a quick fix that was masking the chaos that had been riding me since my last withdrawal. Rabbit had come to my rescue before it got bad, before I reached the point of no return, but that didn't mean he wasn't still pissed. He had every right to be.
I had slipped more than one pill this time, desperate to make it through the day. At first, it worked. Everything felt lighter, easier, like I was floating just above reality instead of drowning in it. The voices around me blurred, the tension I'd been carrying loosened, and for a little while, I could breathe without feeling like my own skin was suffocating me.
But now, the high was already fading, peeling back slow, making room for all the shit I was trying to escape. I could feel it creeping in, waiting to hit me the second I let my guard down.
"Yo, Jaz," Jasai's voice snapped me back into focus as he dropped down beside me. His expression was gentle, but I noticed the way his eyes narrowed slightly, scanning my face closely. "You straight?"
I forced a smile, nodding slowly, my head feeling heavy. "Yeah, I'm good. It's Thanksgiving."
"Yeah, Thanksgiving," He muttered, placing a hand softly on my forehead, checking my temperature just like he'd done when we were younger. His hand lingered for a second too long, eyes locked onto mine. "I see you feelin' better. Blaze said you been sick and shit."
"I told you I'm straight," I mumbled, shifting away from his touch, not liking the suspicion I saw creeping into his eyes. My pulse sped up slightly, the warmth I'd been feeling replaced by a sense of paranoia.
Jasai leaned in a bit closer, lowering his voice so only I could hear. "You know you can tell me anything, right? Especially after all the shit that went down with Travis."
My chest tightened at the mention of his name. "I'm good, Jasai," I snapped back, more sharply than I'd intended. I immediately regretted my tone, but the frustration was already spilling out. "Why everybody keep acting like I'm about to fall apart? I can handle myself."
