Lily- 1992
I'm not one for parties. Crowds are too much, the alcohol is overwhelming, the amount of drugs melts the brain. I'm not one for parties. Again and again I tell myself as cocaine enters my system. Johnny, my best friend , is next to me, holding my brown hair back and giggling gleefully as I sit up and wipe the excess off my nose. My whole body shivers. I'm not one for parties. Johnny tugs at my arm and points his shaking finger towards the mass of bodies. I smile. We dance. I'm not one for parties. My heart is beating out of my chest but it doesn't stop me from grabbing any attractive guy I see and dancing with him, my friend off with some girl in the bathroom. I think he's doing heroin. The lights are bright. The time goes by in flashes, 1:35 a.m, 3:58 a.m, and soon its 4:30 in the morning, Johnny is leading me out of the party, and I can barely walk. I'm not one for parties. A girl is following us, Shannon I think her name is. Johnny met her in the bathroom. There are no words exchanged just the eyeing of her to me and me to her. I am no threat but she doesn't know that. If anything Johnny could be silently proposing a threesome. He's no stranger to that. Into the apartment we go, I'm placed on my bed and Johnny stumbles off with the blonde girl in tow. I doze off. Bad cocaine. I'm not one for parties.
Sun. It's annoying. These shoes, still on my feet. Platforms. They're annoying. Johnny singing from the kitchen. Annoying. I check the clock and it reads 5:34 p.m. I slept all day.
I swing my legs off of my bed and sit up, undoing my shoes and take off the slinky black dress I sported the night before. The bathroom is beckoning me and I jump into the shower as fast as possible. The warm water feels like a blanket. My hair sticks to the back of my neck as I wash my body. My hair gets washed last. The rose scented conditioner smells so good, refreshing compared to the lingering smell of last night still on my breath.
After the shower I brush my teeth, trying to erase the previous night completely. I slide into comfortable clothing, shorts and a large shirt. Combing out my hair I walk downstairs to see a shirtless Johnny, a pantless Shannon, and Leo.
"Hey sleepyhead." Johnny says winking at me. My head pounds as he talks, the noise making me nauseous.
"Good morning." I say with a sarcastic smile. Leo looks over at me and I avoid his gaze. A drunken hookup a few weeks ago results in awkward interactions between me and him. Johnny notices the awkwardness and makes some comment about the movie they're filming together. I completely zone out and go sit on the couch and watch tv without actually watching it.
My mind is on Leo.
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L- A Leonardo Dicaprio love story
Fanfiction"Leo you know this is wrong." I say, getting on top of the counter. "I know." He says back to me, pulling the blinds closed and taking his shirt off. Two years I've been anticipating this. Two years.
