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        Kian
                               August 23rd, 2016.

I came back and handed her a pink lemonade. "Thanks," she quietly stated and took a sip of her drink. I just nodded and drank my iced tea. I wanted to prove to her that I don't drink as much as I did before. "I see that you don't drink anymore?" She slightly laughed. "Yeah, ever since that night I tried so hard not to drink." I said. It was difficult.

*flashback*
"Get the fuck away from me!" I yelled at Jc, who was only trying to help me. "Dude stop it! Stop drinking!" He yelled back at me. "Don't you understand?" His voice lightened. "Because of those fucking drinks, your girlfriend who you loved, left you." He said. "Leave." I growled and pointed to the door. He put his hands up in defense and left. I slid my back against the wall, and dropped the bottle.

*flashback over*

"Kian? You okay?" She asked, waving her hand in front of my now concentrated face. I looked down and saw that my white shirt was stained with iced tea. "Shit," I said and put the iced tea on the table in front of me. I touched the brim of my shirt and pulled it off. I looked at Indigo, and saw that her eyes were in complete shock. "Take a picture, It'll last longer." I smiled. Her face turned red. "I'll be back, I just need to change into a different shirt." I said and ran upstairs.

                                   Indigo
                     August 23rd, 2016.
Holy. Shit. HIS FUCKING MUSCLES. HE HAS A DAMN SIX PACK!

All of a sudden, Kian says something. "Take a picture, It'll last longer." I could feel my face beam the color red. He picked up his shirt and said, "I'll be back, I just need to change into a different shirt." I nodded and slouched into the couch. I went on my phone and went on instagram. "HOLA MEJOR AMIGA!" Jc yelled in my face while hugging me. "Where's Kian?" He asked sitting down beside me. "He spilt iced tea all over him."  I replied with a laugh. "Look, whatever happens I want you to tell me, okay? I don't want you getting hurt and you know that." He said placing his finger under my chin. "I know, I know." I groaned. He smiled and kissed my cheek. "Jc somebody threw up again!" Someone yelled. Jc let out a groan. "Fuckers. I'll see you later." He said and left.

Holy shit Kian's taking forever up there. How long does it take a guy to find a damn shirt and put it on? It's not like he's using makeup. I lost my shit and got up from the couch and went to his room. I twisted his doorknob and saw Kian laying on his bed without clothes while jacking off. "What the fuck Kian!" I yelled and closed my eyes. "Shit, Indigo what the fuck are you doing here?" I heard him say while he fumbled with his clothes. "Uh- I was wondering where you uh, were.." I said. "Well you didn't have to- Just go back down, I'll be down in a few." He sighed. "Okay." I replied and walked out the door. I sat down in the hallway and pulled my hair up.

                                     Andrea
                        August 23rd, 2016.
Just fuck everybody, okay? That slut's back. I saw her go upstairs right after Kian went up. I rolled my eyes and saw Jc. Isn't this slut like best friends with Jc? I'm pretty sure she likes Jc too. See? Perfect example of a slut. "Hey baby," I smiled and twirled my hair. He looked confused. "Hey?" He said in a more confused tone. "Andrea I know we had kind of like a thing back then, but that was with tweeting. Not in real life. You know that, right?" He said drinking his beer. "You know that you're drunk, right?" I licked my lips and hugged his waist. "Andrea fuck off, this is my first drink." He growled. "Woah fiesty. I love it." I smirked and hugged his waist even tighter. I heard him grunt. But then all of a sudden, my back pockets felt lighter, and when I turned around to see what happened, I let go of him. My back pockets were empty, and my phone was no longer there. A wave of panic rushed throughout my body. I turned to Jc, and saw a smirk on his face, and also my phone in his hands. "Jc I want my phone back!" I said, attempting to get it from him. "Woah, fiesty. I love it." He mimicked. "Fuck you. Give it!" I yelled. But by yelling at him, all he did was throw my phone to the couch. "Ugh!" I groaned and ran over to my phone.

Kian
August 23rd, 2016.
(party over)
I let a sigh of relief, and laid on my bed. It's been such a long night. I pulled the comforter over me, and closed my eyes.

*kian's dream*
"Indigo, I've changed! Why can't you just fucking believe me!" I yelled in anger. "Yeah? Well it doesn't seem like it." She rolled her eyes. I grabbed a fist full of her hair, and heard her gasp in pain. "Don't fucking talk to me like that, you bitch!" I raised my voice. I saw tears coming out of her eyes. Something about me changed. I didn't have the urge to kill someone anymore.

I let go of her.

I looked at her in disbelief. Her eyes were red due to the amount of crying she's done. I wrapped my arms around her, and whispered, "I'm sorry." I got a sniffle in response. I hugged her even tighter. "Baby, please don't cry." I said.

*dream over*

I woke up. Why did I dream about that? She's my drug, and I need her. I'm addicted to her.