Call it Fate, Call it Karma

Let's Smoke

I snapped my gaze to the kitchen where I could see Julian leaning over the counter.

I dropped the bag back on the table with a groan. "What the hell, Jules?!"

"Looks like it's just you and I." he purred, in a voice much deeper than usual. It was kinda hot...yikes.

"I can't last any longer, man." I said with a yawn, flopping onto the couch. "You win, I give up. Have it."

Julian walked out from the kitchen and leant against the wall. "How about we both split it and call it a night?"

"You'd do that?"

"Sure." he chuckled, walking over to me, where he tripped on thin air and fell onto the couch on top of me. "Fuck."

"Man, you're wasted!" I cackled.

"So are you!" he laughed.

We sat in another comfortable silence. As I stared into his eyes, my heart started to race. Even when he was shitfaced he still managed to look beautiful with his big brown eyes and plump lips. His hair messily stuck out on different directions, but that only made me adore him more. I had a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I swallowed the lump in my throat, knowing exactly what it meant.

"Julian," I sighed, pausing before my next statement. "...I'm doing this because I'm wasted and I probably won't, like, remember it tomorrow, so it won't mean anything, yeah?"

"What are you t-" Before he could finish his sentence I crashed my lips onto his. I was suddenly so hungry for his touch. It took him a few seconds to kiss back. He was probably wondering what the hell was going on.

I grabbed fistfuls of his hair as I slid my tongue into his mouth, him returning the favour shortly after. He wrapped his arms around my waist and soft moans quickly filled the room. Soon, I was laying on top of him, practically dry-humping him as our lips moved in sync. It felt so wrong, but so right at the same time. He tasted so good once I ignored the strong alcohol and cigarette presence.

We made out for a good 5 minutes before his kisses started getting sloppier by the second. Quite soon, it was pretty much just me giving all the action until I opened my eyes to realise Julian had passed out. I laughed to myself, laying my head on his chest. "Looks like I win after all." I whispered, before falling asleep on top of him.

I woke up a couple hours later at around 5 and climbed off of Julian. I didn't even have time to question why I was there, because I was already running into the bathroom to puke. I only just made it, instantly puking my guts out into the toilet. I looked to my right to see Nikolai still asleep in the bathtub and I laughed. I stood up after flushing, washed my face and threw a towel over Nikolai in replacement of a blanket.

I still felt pretty fucked up. My head was spinning and I couldn't walk in a straight line. I found myself stumbling into my bedroom and flicking the light on. Fab was asleep on the floor. I sighed and knelt down beside him, where I tried to drag him onto the bed.

He groaned and opened his eyes as I tried pulling him up once more. "Oh, my god." he mumbled, clutching his head in his hands. "I wanna die."

"Me too." I said, watching him crawl onto the bed. I sighed as I sat down. "I think I...I think I made out with Julian." I waited for Fab's reaction, but he had fallen back asleep. I was disappointed I had no one to talk to now, but I was also relieved he didn't hear my drunken confession. I curled up beside him and squeezed my eyes shut, trying my best to ignore a raging headache. I couldn't sleep though. I felt so sick from all the alcohol and so full of regret about kissing Julian. I'm glad he passed out so soon or we would've probably fucked.

After almost screaming in frustration from thinking too much, I decided I should drink more in the hopes of waking up with absolutely no memory of the past night. I was probably quite close to alcohol poisoning, but that didn't stop me. I dragged myself out of the bedroom and into the living room. I refused to look at Julian as I made my way into the kitchen and grabbed a half-empty bottle of vodka on the counter. I chugged a bit of it down, flinching afterwards in reaction to it's strength. I almost threw up, but took a deep breath and kept it down, then going in for another few sips.

There I was, drinking away my problems once again.

I stumbled back into the living room, bottle in hand as I hummed to myself. I grabbed the bag of weed off the table in front of Julian and giggled to myself, prancing away into Albert's room.

"Psst! Is anyone awake?!" I yelped inconsiderately, not caring about waking anyone up. "Helloooo?!"

Nick groaned a little, before sitting up and squinting his eyes at me.

"Yo, Nick!" I grinned. "Come smoke?"

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and snarled. "What the fuck, Jade? Why are you still up?

"I'm so fucked up right now." I said, erupting into a giggle fit as I took another swig of vodka.

Nick snatched the bottle off me with a frown. "Seriously, what are you doing, dude?!"

"I don't know!" I laughed. "I forgot!" I genuinely couldn't remember why I'd gotten myself more drunk.

Nick glanced over at Albert, who was stirring in his sleep, and he groaned, stepping out of bed. He grabbed my hand and lead me out of the bedroom and into the hall.

"I want you to throw all this up right now." he said sternly as he screwed the cap tightly on the bottle.

I crossed my arms and pouted like a disobedient child. "I don't wanna!"

"Alright then," he sighed. "...let's smoke."

"Yes!" I clapped childishly, then dragging him into my room. I walked over to the left side and pulled the curtains back, revealing the window doors to the balcony I never really bothered to go on. I almost fell over the edge when we first moved in and I've been terrified of it ever since, but I was so drunk I didn't care anymore. Nick pointed at Fab fast asleep on my bed and laughed, before joining me on the balcony.

The sun had mostly risen at this point. Nick and I smoked, pretty much in silence, but every now and then we'd find something interesting to talk about.

"So...any gigs yet?"

"Oh, yeah actually." A smile lit up his face as he spoke. "Ryan said next week at this trendy bar somewhere. He had to convince the guy that half of us are twenty-one already!" he laughed.

"No way!" I giggled, flicking my finished joint over the railings. "Can I come? How am I gonna get in?"

"We'll find a way." he said. "You feeling a bit better?"

"Not really. I feel worse than before." I squeezed my eyes shut, which only made my headache more intense. I also felt quite dizzy and I was still in a drunken mindset. "I'm an idiot."

"You're gonna puke it all up, drink some water, toughen up and then we'll go get an early breakfast." Nick flicked his joint away with a raised eyebrow. "Sound good?"

"I guess..." I passively nodded, although I wasn't too keen on the puking part. "I'm still drunk, though. I might fall over." I made an attempt at walking over to Nick, but I didn't trust myself to let go of the balcony. My legs felt like jelly. "I feel wobbly."

Nick chuckled. "I'll hold your hand then."

"Thanks...oh, fuck." I clutched my stomach as my face quickly drained of it's color.

Nick furrowed his brow. "What's wrong?"

I hastily leaned over the balcony rail and started to puke my guts out.

Nick stepped over and quickly pulled my hair back, patting me on the back with his free hand. "Now you just need some water and we can eat!" he laughed, then leaning over the rail when I was finished. "I hope no one was walking down there."

I wiped my mouth with my sleeve, grimacing. "How considerate of you."