Repair | Bexey x Lil Peep drabbles

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Everyone was faded at the flat. Peep had two cups of lean, Rayn was stoned to the point of eating an entire pizza himself, Ned was drunk, and Nick was fucked.

I didn't do anything. I had an iced tea. I hadn't moved off the couch in hours.

Gus was wound, bouncing all over the place, some emo music playing through the surround sound system.

Everyone was laughing having a good time, some girls I never seen before were here, and they all looked like the girl from Wendy's.

Eric eventually did show up, a little high like normal. He came over and stood in front of me, asking me if I was okay. I told him how I was on a new script and wasn't smoking or drinking.

"Wanna go to the other room?" He said, basically yelled. It was then I realized how loud it was in there. I nodded and he helped me up.

We went into the room I shared with Peep and he opened up the closet door and pulled down the murphy bed. I went to the dresser and got out my duvet, throwing it on the bed once Eric got it down. I crawled up and flopped down, the room being a little more cramped now that the bed was down. Peep's bed across the room with his plushies on it. We shared a dresser and small closet, and there was a small desk between the two where I kept my meds and Peep kept his cacti.

"You okay, Bexey?" Eric sat down between the wall and I. It was significantly quieter in here. You could hear basically everything going on, but it sounded far away. His voice was soft and made me feel safe. It made me realize how much I had missed him when I was in London. We called every once in a while and would talk for a few hours each time, but it was hard because time zones; or his girlfriend would get in the way.

"I'll be fine," I said rolling on to my back looking up at the ceiling. "My meds are unbalanced."

We talked for a while since it was the first time we had seen each other in months. Things with him and his girlfriend were going great, and I was so happy for him. He told me he had been reading a lot more, and was thinking about going back to school. His girl wasn't too fond of it though, and that made me angry. It probably shouldn't have as it's none of my business but it just really got under my skin. I wanted the best for him, and if he wanted to go back to school he should. He was so smart. He could literally do anything. I was really beginning to dislike his chick, but I kept my mouth shut. For him.

"You tired?" He asked me. We were both lying on our sides, facing each other.

"I need to take my meds," I whispered but made no effort to get up. He sat up, getting off the bed, in the process breaking eye contact with me for the first time in what felt like hours.

"What ones do you need to take?" He walked over to the desk and looked at my collection of orange bottles.

"One of each, but only the ones that are flipped upside down. That means I took my morning dose last, and you need to flip them up right, and I take two of the yellow ones."

He fiddled around with the bottles for a few minutes, cursing a few times, before coming back over with my meds.

"Thank you," I said, sitting up and taking them from him. I opened my tea and pysched myself up.

"That's a lot," He noted.

"Yeah," I said, downing two at a time. There was 9 in total tonight. Sleep tablets, anxiety meds, my antidepressants, anti seizure meds, and a muscle relaxer, as well as a vitamin to help replenish my immune system after all these meds kill it.

I undid my belt and struggled to get my shorts off. I threw them by the closet and I asked Eric to get me a clean shirt from the bottom drawer of the dresser. He did so, getting me a baggy white plain tee.

I swapped what I was wearing and curled up in the blanket.

"I'll see you at least once more before you go back, Bex," He said, turning off he light, "Good night."