Better Off (Lil Peep)

Chapter 38: Grateful

Gus' POV

There fucking days in that crazy hospital. I was lucky to have Samara and Goth by my side. He was leaving this morning, flying back to Los Angeles. They would discharge me soon. I felt more alive than ever, I was up and about, packing up and making sure I had all my things before we would leave for Paris.

Samara put on deoderant, and tousled her hair, looking in the little mirror she had brought along with her. She wore no makeup but she looked absolutely perfect. She undressed, closing the door to the room, and I stared at her. I thought back to just five days ago, in London, making love to her all over that penthouse suite, and I bit my lip in frustration. Back from the dead and I was already turned on and ready to go. She noticed me staring as she pulled on grey skinniest and my oversized pink Sus Boy shirt. She noticed me staring.

"I could take you right here babygirl." I winked at her. She just rolled her eyes in response.

"Gus, were in the hospital. You just almost died. No." She insisted.

"I'm just playing ma I know."

Finally, they let us go. Thankfully. I was ready to bust up outta this place. We left, hand in hand, and I squeezed hers, appreciating more than ever this girl that was by my side. We would fly out in just two hours to Paris, where Ally would pick us up.

I was nervous to meet her best friend for literally no reason at all but I liked making a good impression. I guess she had roommates too, but she had a pullout couch we would crash on together.

---- 5 Hours later

Ally picked us up in her sleek black Mercedes SUV. It was chilly and pouring rain but the night time Paris scene before us was literally magical.

"I can't believe we're here...thank you so much, Ally." Samara mused, her eyes sparkled in the twinkling city lights as we drove along the narrow streets.

Her apartment was in a tall old looking fancy building, and she lived on the fourth floor, with her three roommates. We dragged in our bags, as she welcomed us inside the brightly decorated and large apartment.

We set our bags in the living room, near the couch that was all set up into a bed for us, complete with bright yellow sheets and a bright blue comforter. It felt cozy and homey.

As soon as we were settled, Ally brought us into the huge kitchen dining room, to meet her roommates.

We were introduced to Elena, who was cooking dinner, Juliette, who was on her computer and appeared to be working, and Marie, who was dancing and drinking her wine, chatting with Elena.

The welcomed us kindly as Elena finished cooking for all of us. Grilled chicken with veggies and rice that looked absolutely delicious. Our first meal together in Paris.

After dinner, we caught up with Ally. Samara was so happy to see her, her only old friend from what I knew. They bantered about school crushes and crazy drunken nights as kids together, back in Minnesota. I smiled quietly, sipping on the wine she'd given me, smiling. I hadn't seen Samara so happy like this with anyone- not even the guys. It was good to see her with a friend- another girl. I internally rolled my eyes remembering about how I wished her and Layla could've been friends. Fat chance. I'm glad it was her and I- not her and Wicca and definitely not me and Layla. Somehow it all had worked out and fell right into place. In some ways I wondered if it was fate.
Layla would've never come looking for me in that hotel room. Goth and Samara had saved me.

Suddenly I was pulled from my thoughts as Ally tried to include me in the conversation.

"Im so glad you're here Peep...I'm actually kind of a fan. Haha." Ally giggled.

I grinned back at her. "Thanks, hun. You don't have to call me Peep though- all my friends call me Gus."

"Alright, Gus...so, how was the tour? I'm so glad your okay- Samara told me what happened the other day." My smile faded at her words.

"Yeah...I guess I got uh, carried away. I'm lucky I'm here today, thanks to Samara and Goth. But, the tour was amazing. London, Madrid too. I wish the rest hadn't been cancelled but it's good to be here with you all. Thank you kindly for letting us stay. You're home is lovely." I nodded at the bright orangey walls around us.

"It's no trouble really- anything for my bestie and her boyfriend." She accentuated the word boyfriend and I chuckled at it.

We made small talk with the others and started a game of scrabble together. I'd knew we would lose because of all the French words we were going to include in the game but it was still a blast.
We actually didn't lose too bad, and Marie won of course. I guess it was her all time favorite game, according to Juliette.

"I am the scrabble queen!" She giggled, clinking her wine glass with Samara and doing a twirl.

We laughed, cleaning it up, as Elena pulled out some delicious weird looking desserts.

"Creme Brûlée, petit Gateau, sugar pie, and my favorite Macarons!" She announced, almost looking proud of herself as she did.

"Did you make all this?" Samara marveled, as Juliette brought out plates for us all.

"She sooo did, she's a master chef!" Marie screeched, pouring herself yet another glass of the sweet red wine that I couldn't remember the name of.

She poured me another glass without even asking, and set the rest of the big bottle on the table.

"It looks amazing." I smiled at Elena.

"Thanks Gus." She almost blushed. I got the impression that all these girls were either smitten with me, or big fans. I couldn't tell which, but I didn't really mind. I was just happy to be here, and with the girl of my dreams. I rested my hand on her thigh under the table, stroking her smooth skin gently. She was warm to the touch and amongst all the pretty girls in this room she was the most beautiful. I wanted to undress her and take her right in the living room once they went to bed, even if we did almost have no privacy. I smirked to myself at the very thought of it.

Peep and Sami were about to take Paris by storm, if only for just a week. Then moving, to London with some of my closest friends. I couldn't fucking wait.