ʟᴀ ᴛʀɪᴩ // 𝐠𝐧𝐫

11 - I'll take you to the stars

We are all in William's car. He's driving of course, Izzy is on the passenger's seat, I'm in the backseat sat on Saul's lap behind Will, Steven is in the middle and Duff is behind Izzy.

"I can't believe I just got out of my bed in the middle of the night to pick up five junkies." William mutters under his breath angrily in a tone louder enough for everyone to hear what he said.

"It's for a good cause, Shakespeare. Get over it." I chuckle, playing with one of Saul's curls. They are funny and fluffy. Did I ever mention that I love his hair? The hair makes him so cute and mysterious because you can't see his beautiful dark eyes. His eyes are like chocolate and I love chocolate.

"Shakespeare, huh? That's new." Izzy grins.

"Yeah, Elizabeth calls Axl Shakespeare for some reason, but he loves it." Saul says.

"I never said that I love it." Will mumbles really grumpy.

"Yeah, right. Of course you hate it. Right, Beth?" Saul grins and I chuckle. I know how he loves when I call him like that, and I bet it turns him on.

"He hates it because it turns him on. Am I right, Shakespeare?" I tease but William doesn't reply. An enormous silent lands inside the car. I kiss Saul's cheek, rest my head in the curve of his neck and keep playing with his curls till we get home.

We get in the house and in the hallway I take Saul's hand and say goodnight to the guys. Saul and I get in his room, I dump my purse somewhere on the floor and I start looking around. I spot a door that I didn't see before and I get closer to him.

"What's that door?" I ask, pointing to the mysterious door.

"It's the balcony's door." He says and I take a step forward to him.

"You know what we could do?" I ask, so close to him that our lips are almost touching. "We could go see the stars."

"We'll do everything you want. We'll will see the stars. I'll take you to the stars if necessary."

"No, that won't be necessary. Let's just watch them." I chuckle, grabbing his hand and guiding him to the door. I open it and we step outside. The balcony is big and there's a chair and a table beside it. This time is him who guides me. He sits on the chair, patts his lap with both of his hand and I sit, as he said. Saul takes off a smoke of his pack, lights it up and gives it to me.

"Thanks" I say, before taking a drag and he takes another to himself. The view his beautiful. We can see Los Angeles and the stars. "They are so beautiful." I say, admiring the sky and blowing out the smoke. I can feel the alcohol getting out of my intoxicated system, but I'm feeling good, really good. And if I give up on drugs, become sober? It's gonna be hard, I know. Men, I don't know what I'm saying. I can't live without coke, that's the truth, how could I even become sober? I'm good if I keep just in coke and pot. If I don't try things more hardcore, I'm good.

"The stars? They are ok. I mean, they are pretty, but not as pretty as you, because you're gorgeous." He says. That's so sweet. I didn't know that Saul had this side.
"Aw, Saulie." I say, lying my side against him and putting myself comfortable on his lap and he wraps an arm around me. "That's really sweet of you." I say, putting my cigarette on the ashtray that is on the table.

***

The sunlight his hitting my eyelids, hitting hard I must say. I'm not even with my eyes opened and I wanna shut them already. My body is in the weirdest and uncomfortable position ever. It hurts. My sore body hurts, my exhausted head hurts, everything that I can feel hurts. I slowly try to open my eyes and I can call it mission impossible. The sunlight is too bright for my eyes to handle. Am I dead and is that the light that everyone who never died before claim that you see when you die? If I'm dead, I don't want a funeral. And suddenly, I hear someone snoring. No, I'm not dead. Damn it.