Repair | Bexey x Lil Peep drabbles

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We had gotten a lot done. Dylan came over and we set up a shitty studio in the dining room of the flat. We recorded some shit here and there but mainly brain stormed and just vibed. Still productive at least. Now everybody was getting done for dinner. I didn't necessarily want to go but Eric was gonna be there. With his girl probably.

Something about that made me extremely irritated. It just got deep under my skin for some reason. It made me even madder that I was mad about it.

The car ride over was mundane. It was Rayn, Missy, Peep, and I in the Mazda. Missy was in charge of the stereo and she was playing some R&B station. It was nice out, but hot. I still wore my jeans and sweatshirt, hood up. It was more than cozy but it felt good. It was quarter to 8 and the sun was beginning to set.

Our reservations were for 8 and we were pretty much right on time.

Eric was already there with Ned and Lena, and Christina. We had a huge table. 2 seats on each end and some on the side. Peep sat down next to Eric on the end. I sat in the next seat, across from Christina.

She smiled at me but I just put my head down.

"Bexey," Eric leaned forward, "Your hood."

I nodded and took my hood down, feeling vulnerable. My ears felt cold as I shrunk in my seat a little. I guess people were staring before.

"What do you want, B?" Peep asked me, looking up from his menu.

"Sprite and a salad," I muttered, looking up as Dylan came in, taking the seat next to me. The waitresses came by and Peep ordered for me, a dopey smirk on his face the entire time.

My body felt heavy and I just wanted to go home. I knew I was being a total asshole not engaging in conversation or even looking at anybody but I didn't really care. I felt miserable. I kinda felt the urge to cry but I suppressed it the best I could. I hated these random mood swings more than anything. I calmed myself, knowing it was just that. Another mood swing.

I grabbed Peep's hand under the table and linked my pinkie with his. He noticed, moving his hand closer to me, but kept on with his conversation with Christina. I felt a little better and tuning everyone else out helped a lot too.

Eventually our dinner came and I was forced to let go of Peep's hand. As we ate the mood got lighter. I suppose it was never dark, I was the only one being pissy. I engaged in a little conversation, mainly with Eric or Peep since they were on my side of the table. I ignored whatever Christina said, pretty much pretending she wasn't there.

By the end of dinner I was in a good mood, laughing and smiling. Rayn was taking photos and videos on his phone. Christina too, but I was ignoring her. I think I was the only one who had no alcohol. The designated drivers kept to one or two drinks, but Peep and Rayn were pretty buzzed.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive?" I asked Missy as we were walking out of the restaurant.

"Can you, London boy?" She said, looking down at me. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"I have my IDP, so yes, I can." My breathing got shallower and my back got a little straighter. I tried to make it look less like I was getting defensive, but it was obvious.

She shook her head. "It's fine, I'll drive."

Peep came up and threw an arm around me, laughing loudly at something I missed. He was always laughing and smiling and it made me apperciate him so much.

"Fuck, man," He exclaimed, "We gotta do this shit more often." He started walking backwards in front of me, nearly running into the mazda in the process, but his smile never left his face.

We got into the backseat and Peep had his Cherry 7UP in hand almost immediately. He had his arm around me again and was stretched out on most of the bench.

I couldn't stop laughing as Peep yelled at Missy to turn up the stereo when some club music was playing.

"Want some, Bex?" He asked over the music, pushing his bottle towards me.

"How much is in it?" I asked, since I really shouldn't be medicating.

"Not a lot, not more than a normal cup," He was already guiding the drink to my mouth, tilting it up as I drank. I pushed his hand down, coughing. It was sickening how sweet it was. "Good, right?"

"Yeah, man," I laughed, recovering quick, meeting his eyes for a second before he went back to screaming the lyrics with Missy. I just smiled and laid my head on his shoulder. I took another sip of his drink and felt my body relax.

When we got to the flat, the party continued inside. Just a few sips of lean had me buzzed. I felt fucking great for the first time in a long time.