His O.D. // The 1975 Fan Fiction

3: The Day Of

I awoke the next morning to the familiar buzzing of my phone. I groan and roll over, checking who the fuck would be calling me this early in the morning. The caller I.D reads 'Rach'. The time reads 6:45am. My head fills with question marks.

'Hello?' I mumble into the phone.

'Jess how quick can you get to the airport?' Rach sounds worried for once in her life. That's how I know it's serious – I mean, she can shoplift and get high in the same night and not stress it.

'What the fuck? Why?'

She's panting slightly, 'something bad has happened. I'll explain when you get here.'

I let out a groan, tell her I'll see her in an hour, and say goodbye.

Usually, as any 18 year old, I am opposed to being awake any time before midday, but I could tell this was some serious shit. I jogged to my drawers and grabbed a whole heap of clothes and threw them into my big black suitcase. Next, I grab at least 5 different pairs of shoes and chuck them on top on my clothes. Running to my bathroom, I grab my makeup and hair straightener, along with the essential toiletries.

Then I grab the weed from underneath my bed.

I know how dodgy that sounds, especially as a couple of nights before I was complaining about the smell of cigarette smoke, but I was holding it for Rach. She still lived with her parents, and if they found out she was doing weed every other weekend, they would go skits and chuck her out. And that would be shit, seeing as her family is the rich type who give their child whatever they want. So it was kinda important that she was on good terms with them.

So I chucked the drugs into my bag and headed off to the airport, still half asleep and in the large baggy black t-shirt and bike shorts I went to bed in. Keepin' it classy.

I arrive at the airport and find a stressed out Rach sitting on a seat near a check-in desk. I approach her, noticing her nervous tendencies; the tapping of the foot, the nail biting (not that there was much nail to bite), and the way she was running her tanned hand through her bleach blonde hair. I had to smirk at her nervousness.

'Rach, what's up?'

She looks up at me, and smiles slightly, 'hey whore, we're leaving the country.'

'Oh yes and why may that be?'

Rach looks back down and I see an emotion on her face I have never witnessed on her before. Shame?

'Well... I got into some shit...'

'Continue.'

'Yeah my drug dealer wants me dead. Well, he will in a week. So I thought that the best way to avoid him would be to leave the country...'

A whole heap of questions pop into my head.

'How did you fuck up THAT bad that you think you have to move fucking countries just to stay alive?'

'I'll explain later, can we just get on a flight?'

'Always had a flair for drama... where are the other girls?'

'At the gate.'

'Fucking hell Rach.. fine. Fine.'

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A/N

Sorry for the short update, I didn't have much time to write this chapter.

The next one will be better, I promise.

Much love,

Jess.