IM CRYING OVER THIS

Continuous Crying

Once Alappo found his way to the student dorm building after getting lost 3 times, he sighed and got out of the car, keys in hand. He went around the car and picked up Clementine. He walked into the building, her in his arms. She clung onto him, her eyes half open. He avoided eye contact with anyone that he passed and unlocked her dorm door and walked in, shutting the door behind him.

Alappo set her down on her bed, and she kicked off her shoes. Alappo sighed and kicked his shoes off, sitting on floor and leaning against her bed. He looked at the guitar he was playing that morning and picked it up. He starting picking and strumming to IF YOU by BIGBANG. Clementine yawned and pet his hair, watching him play. She began to sing, but it wasn't the right song.

"You're something special!"

"Want you to know you are!"

"Your makers must have kissed in cosmic dust!"

"You're something special,"

"You've got to shout it out!"

She kept singing until she trailed off into sleep. Alappo set the guitar down and layed in the bed. He watched her half-sleep.

"You know that I love you very much, right?"

"Yes."

"And that I would never think about leaving you?"

"Yes."

"I would do anything for you, you know."

"I know."

"You can tell me anything, especially if you need to rant."

"I know."

"I would bring you back to Helsinki with me if I could."

"Yeah."

"So what do you say you do?"

"What do you mean?"

"I bring you back to Helsinki with me."

"How so?"

"I bought extra tickets."

"No, you didn't."

"I did."

Clementine wrapped her arms around his upper torso and held him close.

"I love you."

"I know, I love you, too."

Alappo closed his eyes and fell asleep. He dreamed of a night that could've happened, he didn't know. But it was so surreal. He was in a room with 3 other people, none of which he knew. He was sitting on the floor, wearing a baggy, black hoodie, with his hood up. There was a blunt in his fingers, and his heart beat pounded against his chest. He looked around, everything was slightly blurry, but he could tell that the walls were full of graffiti and the other people were in the other corners of the cold room. They all had ready started to smoke, and the drug in his hand had already been lit. Alappo clenched his other fist and released, feeling the sweat. He couldn't hear anything, but it wasn't like anyone was making noise. He looked at the floor, and his breath caught in his throat. He looked at the white lighter. His unused hand picked it up. Flicking it on, he looked at the flame closely, then switching his gaze to his other hand. He raised it in front of him, the lighter and cannabis making contact. He let go of the switch on the lighter, and held the blunt in his teeth. He breathed in, took the small paper out of his mouth, and breathed out. Smoke emerged from his mouth, almost refreshing. 

"Alappo, oletko kunnossa? Vaikutat liian jannittynyt, olet todella korkea?" One of the voices of the people around him rang out, but Alappo couldn't tell who it was coming from, so he didn't look up.