Sarcastic Mister

Chapter 3

I hear the click as my door unlocks and i push it open, stepping into my apartment. Good to be home after a day like this. I hang my jacket and bag on the coat hanger before taking my shoes off and tossing them on the floor. Not paying attention to a single thing Jeremy's doing i head to the kitchen and boil the kettle and open the cupboards to take out two mugs. "Tea or coffee?" I almost shout since im not sure how close he is. "Tea, please." I hear his voice closer than i thought and he walks into the kitchen with a cigarette between his lips. He leans towards the flames boiling the kettle and lights his cigarette while im making my coffee and getting his tea bag. "Y'know they have these things for a reason, right? They don't burn off your face." I say holding a lighter before lighting a cigarette of my own. He chuckles. "Yeah but it's way more badass like this." "Your burnt off face will be badass too I'm sure." We both exchange laughs and im glad i told him to come over, if i was alone with my thoughts tonight it wouldn't have been pretty. I'd probably be reading Axel and Leila's chat right now. I push the thought to the back of my head and take a sip of my coffee.

It's almost 2 AM and me and Jeremy are on my balcony wrapped up in blankets smoking joints like they're cigarettes. This is just what i needed. "Thanks." I simply say. Jeremy looks surprised, "For what?" He asks with a frown on his face. "For being here with me, sticking with me through all this shit." "Hey, that's what best buds are for, and i know you'd do the same for me." He says in a soft comforting voice, he's right, I'd do the same for him. I smile weakly before yawning. He returns my smile, "Come on let's go back inside and get you in bed." I nod before toking the last hit of the joint and crushing the remain in my ash tray. As i stand up the high hits me and it takes a couple seconds to steady myself before i can carry on walking. When we head back inside i change into the warmest pyjamas i can find. "I'll just crash on the couch." "Don't talk shit, i have a queen sized bed for a reason, want some sweatpants?" He smiles, nods and i point to the cupboard and he heads towards it. I slip in bed and immidiately feel the satisfaction, he joins me a few seconds later. "Goodnight, thanks again, for everything." "Stop thanking me again, for everything." We both chuckle. "Goodnight Scar."

My phone rings and i damn myself for not switching it off. My ringtone, Thunderstruck by AC/DC echoes through the room and i drag myself out of bed before picking up without even looking who it is. "What?" I snap. "Hello, is this Scarlett Cobain? My apologies for waking you up." A female voice speaks at the end of the line and I'm persuaded i can hear police sirens. "Yeah, what's going on?" Jeremy sits up with a concerned and sleepy look. "I'm sorry to tell you this but Leila Hudson has passed away this morning roughly around 2 o'clock. My heart falls to the floor and my lips are frozen, tears gush down my face. "Miss? Are you still there?" Jeremy is about to say something but stops himself. "How did it happen?" "She overdosed on heroin... But i need to tell you this now, i know it's a lot already" "Get on with it" i snap before she can finish her cliché. "It was a suicide, and she wrote a letter for you, we'll be posting it to you at dawn."
What the hell.