About U || A Lil Peep Fanfic

*Chapter Four*

     Lmao I really liked last chapter. Like, ya girl's actually proud of herself for once. Gimme a vote, loves💙

     "Okay... the towel is on the rack, and the washcloth is in there," I instructed, pointing past the blue and green shower curtain. I showed him the shampoo and conditioner, and he insisted on using my rose scented body wash. Whatever helps him not smell like a frat party is fine with me. "I'm gonna wash your clothes, so tell me when you're in the shower and I'll come in and gram 'em." He slurred an "Ight," and took off his watch.

     After I left, I took the note from Chase's room and downstairs in the kitchen, but left the pills there for the morning. The entire time I was out of the bathroom, I was worried Gus would fall—so much that I stood outside the door just to make sure he was okay.

"Girl!"

     Shit. He's gonna wake Chase. I opened the door slowly, not really wanting to see something I shouldn't. "Gus, shut up. Chase's room is right next to us. Whatcha need?" He peeked around the shower curtain to look at me. His hair was wet and flopped over his forehead. To be honest, he looked adorable. Gus wiped a drop of water from his nose. "Are my clothes done?"

     I shook my head. "Not yet, but do you really wanna wear jeans to bed? I have sweatpants, you know." He looked down in confusion. "Oh.. yeah. I remember that." He leaned back from the curtain, but his gaze was still locked on the ground. Gus furrowed his brows and looked up at me. "What the fuck?" he muttered to himself. I was so confused.

     "What—are you okay?" He nodded slowly. "Mmm... just fuckin' confused, girl." I felt bad. I knew he wouldn't remember shit... that would fuck me up too. "You're alright Gus, really. Just finish your shower and I'll bring the clothes in here, okay?" He bit his lip. "Mmm."

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      I left a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt on the counter next to a new toothbrush and my comb. He stumbled into my room at about 5:00 and plopped down on the edge of my bed. "Your house nice," he mumbled, staring at my closet doors. "Thanks," I replied, chuckling. I sat in the corner against my headboard and the wall with my legs crossed in front of me. Gus looked at my bed, then up at me.

     I knew what he was asking. I laughed and nodded, patting a spot beside me. I took out my headphones and sat them down on my nightstand. Gus crawled up beside me and laid his head on my lap, closing his eyes. I ran my fingers through his hair. "I put a comb out. Did you use it?" I asked, giggling at his tangled hair. "

     "Oh... no. Ion ever brush this shit anyway." I smiled and rolled my eyes. "Girl, I think I'm still drunk. I ain't high no more though." I pulled the hair away from Gus's forehead and tucked it behind his ear again. "Mmm. What did you take?" His only answer was a groan into my thigh. His arms were wrapped around my knees and his body was parallel with the rest of me, his feet hanging off the end of the bed.

     "Gus," I whispered softly. Nothing. "Did he fall asleep?" I whispered his name again and rubbed his back, trying to get a reaction from him. A few minutes later, he woke up when I turned my TV on. Gus raised his head and looked around. "Who here?" he asked quickly, looking at my bedroom door. "It's the fucking TV, dumbass," I managed between laughs. He lowered his head and sighed in relief.

"Girl."

"Hmm?"

"Girl."