Repair | Bexey x Lil Peep drabbles

f o u r . o n e

(NEW CHARACTER, OMG I LOVE HIM. I HOPE YOU DO TOO.)

Rayn and Missy had gone out clubbing that night, bringing the party back with them to the flat. Missy's friend Mandi, and a few others came back too. They cranked the music, parading around the house announcing that everyone would be having a shot, whether they liked it or not.

Peep was in the living room when they first burst in. He immediately hopped on to the bout of crazy they brought in, just having fun.

It's what made Peep's energy so unique. He loved to sit and be alone at times, just chill inside his room. But he knew when and how to have fun. He could enjoy himself, have a good time, turn up with friends, and of course he hadn't found the perfect balance between being in touch with his emotions and partying, but he had time to work on that.

"Where's Bex?" Rayn asked him, looking down at the other boy half lidded. He was already pretty lit, leaning to one side and demonstrating poor posture in general.

"In the bedroom," Peep answered, "Go get him, I'll call Nick and Frankie!"

It took a bit a coercion to get him to do a shot. They stood around the island chanting and screaming over one another. Peep had three, Rayn and the girls two, before Bexey even agreed to have one shot. Missy poured him a tequila, and he laughed as she let it go over the brim.

He cringed at the burn in his chest. He forgot how long it had been since he had last drank alcohol. It wasn't too great going down but he just shrugged it off.

Nick and Frankie showed up, and they all drank some more. Missy's friends played bartender, and the drunker they got the stronger the drinks were made.

"I'm pretty sure Missy's about to fuck Rayn on that fuckin' bar stool," Peep giggled. He disappeared with Mandi into the family room to smoke weed. They weren't as drunk as Rayn and Missy, who were slurring and barely keeping up right.

"She always gets what she wants," the girl laughed too, tucking her dyed black hair behind her ear. She was the poster girl for the type of girls that always hung around their group. Hair messy and teased, mini skirt, mesh top, and thigh lace up platforms. Peep wondered what she looked like in dirty stained sweatpants and an old gym shirt. Probably not great, he concluded. He could name a few people who could rock even that, but knew it wasn't fair to hold everyone to such high standards.

In the living room, Bexey and Frankie were on the floor playing some Xbox game. Nick just watched them, not nearly as drunk as them.

Frankie was on a rant, talking and talking, but no one actually knew what the hell he was talking about. It was rare that anyone knew what the small boy was talking about. He was full of random facts about Russia and various reptiles, random stuff he loved. Constantly talking about them, like a small child. But only if he was comfortable around you. Around new people he came off as intimidating and hard, staying quiet with a scowl. His close friends, including Nick and Bexey, knew it was a result of his traumatic childhood. For the same reason, they put up with his childish ramblings, knowing he didn't have such outlets years ago.

Bexey couldn't pinpoint when he started feeling uncomfortable, but it was only getting worse. He felt real cold as he put his controller down, wiping his clammy palms on his jeans.

"You okay, Bex?" Nick asked, noticing his pallor state, but Bexey didn't hear him. He could see the younger's laboured breathing and knew something wasn't right. Bexey felt the room begin to spin and he couldn't hear anything but his own blood swimming through his veins.

"Fuck, bruv," he said, his head lolling to one side as he closed his eyes. Everything felt heavy to him, his arm had to way a million pounds alone. There was no way he could move even if he wanted to.

"Okay, upsy daisy," Nick said, hooking his arms under Bexey's, lifting him to his feet. Frankie shut his mouth and helped Bexey stay up, worry covering his face.

Frankie's mind was a little challenged to begin with. He was extremely protective of Bexey, and this was completely new to him. Nobody really knew what was happening, and of course Frankie was extremely drunk. If he had been able to process things better, he'd surely be freaking out.

"I'm fine," Bexey said trying to shrug them off, but his body felt so heavy. "Don't t-touch me." He was struggling to breath and he was so dizzy he couldn't make eye contact with anyone. He couldn't even be sure of who was actually around him. "I gotta.. Go..."

Nick shook his head, watching Bexey walk down the hall. He silently prayed that he was smart enough to not go into the bedroom. He knew Bexey was gonna puke, it was just a matter of when.

"Is he okay?" Frankie frowned, peering up at Nick.

"Just drunk," Nick answered, looking at Frankie, who wasn't looking that great either. "You good?"

"'M sleepy," He answered, flopping down on the couch, after picking his beer up off the floor where he had been sleeping.

They both heard the sound of Bexey puking. Nick sighed, telling Frankie to stay put as he went to find his friend. Like a well trained dog, Frankie remained seated, a worried pout settling on his lips.

Lucky for everyone, Bexey had found his way to the bathroom. Nick saw him kneeling over the bowl, struggling to breathe. He could see the shallow lighting glistening in the tear trails on the boy's face. Nick went over to the other side of him, rubbing his back as he threw up again, just as violently as before.

Peep's giggles rang out through the hallway and soon he appeared in the doorway, freezing in his tracks, Mandi running into him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, worry overcoming him as he watched Bexey empty his stomach out into the porcelain bowl.

Nick shook his head but Peep wasn't sure what that meant. Bexey finally stopped for a minute, a small tremor wracking through his body as he held his head with one hand, the other keeping him upright.

Peep shoved passed Mandi, making her scoff as he left her in the doorway on his way down the hall.

"You're okay, Bex," Nick ruffled his hair before going back to rubbing his back. The younger hiccuped, swaying a little before throwing up once again.

Bexey rarely ever threw up, and if he was sober, surely this would be hell for him. Luckily he wasn't quite processing the pain. He knew what was happening was supposed to hurt, and what he did feel, was just his brain telling him to he is supposed to be miserable.

Peep came back with a glass of water and a box of tissues, kneeling right next to Bexey, his body on autopilot as he pushed the hair off the latter's sweaty forehead. His skin was cold to the touch, making Peep frown. He handed the tissues to Nick and waited patiently for Bexey to finish.

Bexey sat back on his heels, out of breath and tired. Nick wiped the sick off his face with one of the tissues, and Peep offered him water, which he shook his head to.

"You gotta," Peep said, bringing the glass to the other's lips, Bexey just let himself be babied. He didn't have enough in him to shove them away.

"I'll go get him a bucket, you get him into bed," Nick said, carefully stepping around them.

Peep helped Bexey up and helped him into the bedroom. Peep threw some plushies out of the way so the boy could have more room, not that he needed it. As soon as he laid down he curled up into a ball. Peep grabbed a heavy throw blanket, gently putting it over the trembling boy in hopes to stop his shivering.

Nick came back with a small trash can, setting it next to the bed.

"I gotta go take care of Frankie, you'll be good takin' care of Bex, brotha?"

"Yeah, pretty sure he's already asleep," Peep stood to give Nick a hug goodbye.

He sat back down next to Bexey, softly rubbing his back. "You awake? You need anything?" he asked, but got no answer. He sat there and watched his friend sleep for another five to ten minutes before getting up and laying on the couch. He fell asleep, confident Bexey just drank too much and would be fine.