Awful Things ☆ LiL PEEP

☆ chapter fifteen ☆

"Move on, I'm gone, baby, I'm not comin' back, nah. Be strong, you're wrong, girl, I'm not comin' back. I'd kill for you, I'd die for you, but I'm not coming back.
Blood spilled for you, I get high for you, and your new man's fuckin' wack."
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i had school the next day, but apparently that didn't matter to my parents whatsoever. whatever.

soon enough i came to realize that apparently there's always a party at lil peep's house. the walls were vibrating with the bass of the music and the song that was playing was 'giving girls cocaine'

they moved the furniture around a little since the last time i was here. the fucked up couch was still in the middle of the room, and it was now covered in thots of every variety.

i mean, females.

whoops.

anyways.

peep released my hand to shake hands with a couple of people who i didn't recognize, but i saw a head of blue hair in the sea of people and i gravitated towards it.

"bexey!" i shouted, and he turned around. he recognized me immediately and began smiling widely.

"evelyn! holy shit, what's up?" he embraced me in a hug and i immediately felt the pain in my chest from where i had been pressed against the cliff earlier. i hissed and he withdrew himself away from me with a concerned look on his face. "are you alright?" he questioned.

"she's fine." peep practically came out of nowhere and answered for me. i exhaled a sigh of relief because i really didn't want to feel the need to explain myself to him. i feel like if anyone else heard the story they'd think gus was the bad guy, but he really wasn't.

"well, you want a drink or somethin'?" bexey broke the awkward silence. i nodded gently. i really need something to calm my nerves right about now. he turned and disappeared into the crowd of high, sweaty, young adults.

"don't get too fucked up tonight." gustav advised me. i nodded, but i knew i wasn't going to listen to him. i nearly died tonight and if i want to get drunk off my fuckin' ass to treat myself, i'll do it.

bexey came back with my drink shortly after and it was a red solo cup full of some vodka/juice/slushy. it was amazing and tasted like heaven—or just an alcoholic mango slushy. i chugged more than half of it but got brain freeze so i took my time finishing the rest of it.

by the time i was done, i was drunk. not a messy kind of drunk, but at least tipsy enough to where maybe i wouldn't be making the best decisions right now.

i somehow got lost in the house again, and i remembered where the patio was from last time but i told myself i would only go out there if i absolutely had to. i scanned the crowd for gus, but he was probably off with his friends or something.