Lime st. [ opposites attract ]

Victoria Rose Daniels

"Got a light?" I ask, holding an unlit cigarette between my index and middle finger. I know he does because he himself is smoking.
He flicks a lighter and holds it to the end of my own smoke.
"Cheers."
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. I'm stoned and I have no idea where I am but I'm okay."
"I know you. We go to the same school."
"I think that weed was more concentrated or something. Can you do that to weed?"
"You're Victoria."
"Wait. I think I took something else. Fucking stoners."
"I'm Oscar."
Oscar. Something Leonardo Di Caprio hasn't got. He deserves one though, he does a really good job with his films and he's probably dying inside. He's just unlucky because his films are released at the same time as better ones. I'd give him an Oscar. Oscar.
"Hi, Oscar. I'm Victoria." I hold my hand out. He looks at it. I pull it back an take a drag.
"Oscar, can you give me a hand tonight?"
He nods slightly. He takes the final drag I his smoke before grinding it into the asphalt of the road.
"I need to get home. I don't know how far away it is but I can give you my address and you can take me home?"
"Okay."
I'm surprised he actually heard me. I'm slurring like a middle aged woman after a glass of red.
"Thank you."
I push myself off of the gutter and use his shoulder to steady myself. He doesn't move.
"43 West Avenue." I announce,I little too loud for this time of night.
I wrap my arm around uh shoulder and after a moment he hesitantly wraps his own around my waist. He begins to walk but I'm not ready. I stumble along beside him, holding myself up with him frame.
"So Oscar, why are you out so late?" I ask, my words getting more and more blended as the drugs wear off and fatigue sets in.
"Why are you?" He retorts, not very enthusiastically.
"I was having a bad day so I thought it smoke a joint with the local dealers and then there's a big black patch an then this guy found me and I asked him to take me home and here we are." I had to repeat a few words to make them audible.
"I couldn't sleep." He replies simply.
I don't know if it was the drugs or just my bad navigational skills but my house only seemed to be a few minutes away. Which is funny because I was walking for an hour and a half and I couldn't find it.
"Thank you." I say, walking toward the door. I know before remembering that no one is home. Of course they aren't.
I reach up above the door for the spare key but I can't reach. I hand appears behind me and then I remember Oscar is still with me. He hands it to me with a small smile. I thank him before turning to put it in. At first I miss it fully, laughing at myself, I try again and miss. This happens a few more times until I'm uncontrollably laughing and Oscar takes the key from me. He unlocks the door, puts it where he grabbed it from and wraps his arms back around me. He switches lights on as we go and my eyes hurt from the stark contrast between 1am moonlight and LEDs.
"Where is your room." It sounds more like an order than a question.
I point in the general vicinity of upstairs as I struggle to climb the first of the 24.
In about 10 minutes, I make it up with out crying and he stops, asking again where my room is. I point to my door and he navigates me over to it.
He switches on the light and walks me to the bed. He does something to my clock then turns back to me.
"Do you need anything?"
"My pyjamas." I grin innocently.
"Sleep in your t-shirt. Make sure you get some rest drink lots of water and take a shower before your parents find you. You stink of dope." He takes my jacket that I hold out to him and takes my phone out, plugging it in. He's very nice.
He walks to the doorway, his hand hovering over the light switch. "Don't come to school tomorrow. Get your sleep."
And like the switch he turns off, I'm out like a light.
I'm awake. I wish I wasn't because my head is thumping like an 80's ACDC concert and I can barely keep my eyes open. I blink once, twice, three times and my eyes still won't focus on anything. I use my right hand to rummage through the drawer of my bedside table for pain killers mile massaging my temples with the thumb and middle finger of my left. I grab the box of pills, pop two out of the foil and dry swallow them. I don't even care about the time but it feels about 12 o'clock and I've definitely missed school.
I cannot remember anything from last night except that it made my head hurt really, really bad. Unintentional Suicide Squad references aside, I decide I should go and make myself a coffee. I go to my closet, change out of my jeans from the night before and into some comfy pants.
The journey to my kitchen seems like I'm trekking through the Sahara desert. Finally though, I make it there. I brew some coffee, cook some bacon and sit at the breakfast bar with my breakfast. Then, I glance at the clock on the stove. 18:26.
I calculate in my head quickly and realise that it's actually almost 6:30. I slept more than 12 hours! What the fuck did I smoke?
There's a knock on the door, interrupting my deliciously greasy breakfast. I walk to the door, looking through the peephole and catching a glimpse of a lanky blond. He looks familiar. Wait, he helped me home last night.
I opened the door, wincing at the sunlight that almost bliss me.
"Oscar." I say in greeting surprised that I remember his name.
"Hi, uh, I was just walking home and thought I'd check that whatever you took last night didn't put you in a coma or anything." He is inching away from the door
"Oh, thank you. I'm fine. I just feel really hung over though."
"Okay, that's good." He smiles awkwardly and I can't help but admire how cute he is with his shy nature. "Uh, yeah."
"Thank you for getting me home last night, I would've just sat in the gutter till morning and probably gotten murdered if it wasn't for you." I say, leaning my weight on the door.
"Oh, no problem. It's the least I could do." He waves it off.
"Still." There's a moment of silence. "Anyway, I better let you go, it's gonna get dark soon and you should be home." I try to not sound like I am shooing him away or anything.
"Yeah, you're right. Well, goodnight. Don't take any drugs tonight." He laughs, awkwardly.
"You either."
I laugh as he trips and stumbles slightly on the from path as he walks away. He smiles and waves before turning down the footpath and walking out of sight. What a cutie.