The Brightside ~ A Lil Peep Fan Fiction

~two~

The longer I waited for him the more I got progressively nervous, I mean I just started to realise how much of his time I was already taking up, I should have just told him to leave, I hated burdening people, it was the one thing in life I tried to avoid at all costs, hence why I was alone when he found me, I planned to die the way I'd been living for the past few years, a lone wolf with no strings attached, when I went, I didn't plan on leaving any sort of mess behind for anyone except whoever might find me of course, but they wouldn't know me, it wouldn't hurt them, that was how I wanted it, it was easier that way, and yeah, I guess maybe word would get back to my family, but at this point I wasn't even convinced they'd flinch at the news, after all, they were the ones who shunned me and cut me off for my addictions, rather than trying to get me help, so why should I care? I didn't. I just mentally smacked myself inside for letting this guy in, maybe he would leave again just as fast as he showed up? I wasn't convinced of that though, he already said he'd brought me some stuff, people don't just do that out of kindness, he probably wanted something in return at least, and it wasn't like I hadn't dealt with that before.

"I really hope you're not vegan or some shit like that because I got you a feast!" His excited voice snapped me back from my thoughts and looking up to see the way he grinned immediately brought a smile to my face, his hair was a messy combination of purple and black that I hadn't really noticed before and it intrigued me, along with his wacky looking outfit as he dropped a Five Guys bag on the bed in front of me. "I have this too." He chucked a phone charger into my lap, still smiling as he did.

"You really didn't need to." I shook my head in surprise, and in-acceptance of his gesture.

"No I did, you were fucked up bad, I know you're hungry." He strolled over to the chair beside my bed and he too had a bag full of food, I guess he was sticking around then.

"Can I ask, how far from Camden had I gotten?" I questioned as I pulled the brown paper bag at my feet into my lap ripping it open to form a makeshift plate as the excessive amount of fries spilled everywhere.

"Mmm, not far." He spoke with a fry already in his mouth. "Why'd you ask is there someone back there who'll be looking for you." His tone dropped a little bit with concern but I just shook my head.

"Oh, uh, no, I just wanted to see how far I managed to get while I was blacked out I guess." I shrugged.

"So there's no one?" It almost seemed like he was reiterating that fact with himself more than actually asking me, but I responded anyway.

"No, I sort of just drift really, there's a couple of people I can contact if I really need a sofa for the night or something, but only when I'm desperate, I don't really have the money if you know what I mean, it more of an... exchange of services." I mumbled out the last part, biting my lip, I didn't want to be judged for selling myself, but I also didn't have the capacity in me to lie just to create a falsehood of an image of myself for someone I didn't even know.

"Well you're staying with me now, ain't no way I'm letting a pretty girl sleep rough I have a place and you're welcome as long as you need." I was shocked by how unfazed he seemed to just be offering me a semi-long term arrangement it just seemed off.

"You must want something though, in return I mean?" I blinked at him, as I picked up a few fries and shoved them in my mouth.

"I'm good for it, I have the space and I don't need the money." He shrugged like it really was nothing at all to him and I was taken aback, it was too good to be true, it had to be.

"So you said you make music right, what kind?" I figured, if he was good for the money he must be doing pretty well, and that impressed me considering my first inclination of the source of his income was of course dealing but I was trying not to judge him off appearance still.