The next morning I woke up with a passed out Darryl sprawled out across my legs and stomach. I chuckled as I shook him in an attempt to wake him up. He shot up quickly, raising his hands in surrender, "Woah, woah, woah, mom, I swear I didn't do it! I swear!"
He hadn't even opened his eyes when he said that, causing me to start laughing uncontrollably. "What the fuck, man?!", he yelled, "you can't just wake me to like that! I was scared to death!" I just kept laughing and shaking my head at him, as he crawled off of me and stretched.
"Good morning", I said in a low voice, "how did you sleep, my dear mister Weeks?" He yawned in response as he looked down at me. I was still lying on the comfortable carpet of my room.
I didn't know how it was possible, really, but me and Darryl had become really great friends in a span of about four days. He was funny, nice, caring and just great overall. I really liked him.
I didn't know wether he felt the same way, or if I just got attached way to fast, though, so I didn't tell him any of that.
"I don't like apples!", he suddenly shouted, as though we were in a heated argument about apples. "Harold, you know I cannot accept that! Now eat your damn broccoli!", I screamed, playing along. "You can't fucking tell me what to do!" There was a moment of silence, in which we were both fake-glaring at the other, before erupting into fits of laughter.
"What the hell was that?", I choked out in between laughs. "I have no idea.", Darryl laughed.
When our laughter had finally died down, he looked at me like he was a parent about to tell their child they were disowning them something. "I feel like that we need some booze and weed for tonight. I want fun.", he said. To me, that sounded pretty rad, so I said: "Same. But... How are we gonna get the stuff?"
He grinned at me, "Honey, just let that be my concern, yeah?" I just laughed and agreed.
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So, that night, we somehow ended up on a park bench with lots of cheap vodka and not-so-cheap weed.
Considering I didn't really drink a lot, I was already feeling the effects of the vodka after about four shots (I didn't really know, cause we were obviously drinking out of the bottle). At some point, I must've start crying.
Yes, I was that one emotional drunk.
"I just... I thought I meant s-something, you know?", I sobbed into Darryl's shoulder, "But h-he just..." I could barely finish a sentence due to either hiccups, drunkenness or crying. "God, will you ever shut the fuck up about that ass?!", Darryl yelled, "He's not worth shit!" That only made me cry more, "But that's the thing... He means so much."
"No, no, no, no, no...", Darryl said quietly, shaking his head, before he started giggling again. He was more high than drunk, so it was probably hard for him to be sad. It was the other way around for me.
"I should call him", I said and took my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans, but Darryl snatched it from my hand. "Dude, I might be high, but not high enough to think that calling or texting someone when you're drunk is a good idea, cause it's not."
"Darryl, give me the phone.", I demanded. With a sigh, he gave in, "Okay, okay. But I tried to stop you." He handed it back to me and I immediately dialed Vic's number.
I put him on speaker and to my surprise, he picked up after the second ring. I mean, it was like two a.m. "Kellin?", he asked, sounding confused. "Vic", I sobbed, "Why?!" Pause. "What are you talking about?", he asked. "You know exactly what I'm talking about", I slurred. Another pause. "Kelli-", Vic was cut off by Darryl screaming at my phone: "Hang up! Hang up on that fucking dick!" I couldn't help but giggle slightly.
"Kellin, who are you with?", Vic asked loudly, probably now realizing I was wasted. "He's not telling you!", Darryl screamed, "Cause you're a dick!" I rolled my eyes, "Darryl, would you shut up for a second?" Darryl started grumbling something I didn't understand so I turned back to talking to Vic.
"I'm with Darryl." Pause. I didn't know what it was with Vic and his stupid pauses but it was starting to piss me off. "Wait... Wait, wait, wait. Darryl Weeks?!" I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion, "Yeah. What's so bad about that? He's like, the nicest person." Vic didn't respond to that question, instead he asked: "Where are you?" Darryl kept yelling incoherent things, but I just ignored him. "The... Park", I hiccuped and giggled, "I hate you."
"Darryl, you fucking bitch, gimme that blunt", I slurred. He laughed at me, as though I had just said the funniest thing he had ever heard, and handed it over to me, "Sure thing." I took a long drag and shoved it back into his hands. "I'll be right there", Vic's voice faintly rang from the phone, before he hung up. I didn't really want him here right now, but at the same time I really wanted him around me all the fucking time.
So after a while - I didn't know how long, I was stoned and wasted - Vic showed up, jogging towards us. "Is that him?", Darryl attempted to whisper, while it was actually pretty loud. "Yes", I sighed. "He's hot", Darryl commented. I gasped, "Can you like, shut the fuck up? He might be an asshole I'm not even dating but he's still mine."
Vic cleared his throat theatrically and I turned toward him. The sight of him brought the tears right back to my eyes. "Why are you here?", I sniffed. "Because I was worried about you." He briefly shot Darryl a suspicious look. "What's wrong with you and Darryl?", I sobbed, "He's amazing. And he doesn't cheat on me, either. He gives me stuff... I like him."
I poked Darryl's stomach, causing him to let out the manliest squeal I had ever heard and fall off the bench, laughing. "Are you okay?", I asked, leaning down to see him. He didn't answer, but continued to laugh, so I assumed he was alright.
"Kellin...", Vic sighed disapprovingly. "What now?", I whined. "Come home with me", he said pleadingly. I shook my head. I really didn't get him. He'd dumped me, hurt me and then (pretended to) care about me. I just didn't get it.
"Whatever", he mumbled and sat down on the grass cross-legged, "I'll just be here. Ya know, in case you die or something." I gave him a strange look and shrugged. Suddenly, Darryl shot up from the ground and lunged at me, pulling me into a sloppy hug.
"What are you doin'?", I slurred. He giggled and looked at me, before pressing his lips to mine.
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A/N; I'm in England & I have wifi (for most of the time)
I'm so so so so so sorry it took me so long to update this, but I really barely have any time to write and my mom was stressing about "spending too much time on that stupid thing" and blah.
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