roommates; solangelo

042

"And you wanna know what's shit?" Jason says as he stands on a table, drinking whiskey and coke-a-cola.

"What?" I ask, sipping on something alcoholic, I'm not sure, but it was strong, and that's all I needed to know.

"She calls me names sometimes," He said, stumbling as he stepped off the table, making wide hand gestures. "She slips up, she does shit all the time, and I take it, I can understand it for the most part, but I accidently slip up, say something that had - no meaning to me AT ALL, and she goes to her friend's Leo's house and doesn't return my calls or text me back," He says, slumping down next to me. I was enjoying hearing his problems. It made my problems easier to ignore.

I'd be a horrible therapist, they'd be saying like how shitty their life was and I'd never help them, because it made my problems seem smaller. Maybe I should try reverse therapy. I'm the patient but they tell me all their problems. I think that would benefit me the most.

"It's okay, buddy," I say, finishing my drink and pouring myself another one. "She'll get over it, it's not like you took her tired little heart that just wanted to help people and smash it because you thought you were being the better - fucking - person," I say with my voice breaking a bit.

"Nico!" Jason exclaimed. "Don't say that!!" He says, draping an arm over my shoulder. "You were doing the RIGHT thing. I promise you. I could tell it was weighing you down and I just - I don't remember what I just said, BUT you did do the right thing breaking it off,"

"Jase, I'm never going to see him again. He was the best thing in my life and I broke up with him. It's like," I begin, turning to him with a pondering expression trying to think. "It's like when you have a REALLy good piece of apple pie, and then, the you just give the apple pie back to the apple tree because the apple tree just lost it's fucking bee husband that kept stinging her and all her apple twins and the apple tree broke a branch, which stresses the pie out, and now you're just the - the -"

"Whipped cream?" Jason offered.

"Yes, whipped cream, that crushed the pie's sweet caring heart, so, more like dick cream, wait, no, that's no," I say, laughing because of my drunk state. Jason started chuckling too.

"Dick cream?" Jason laughed, rolling on the floor, spilling his drink, "Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit," He said laughing but making no effort to clean it up or stop rolling around. "What is that? Like pre-cum or whatever,"

"Ew, Jase, stop!" Nico laughed. "That's not what I meant, I meant like -" I thought for a second. "You know what? I don't remember, basically I hurt Will and I don't know why, I love him so much,"

"Yeah, life's a bitch,"

"Yes it is, also!" I smile, already drunk enough to edge away from being angry and just be completely happy. "Can I like - stay here? I don't want to go home for awhile, not until Will has a second to clear out," My phone went off ad I saw a text from Naomi.

'I will' and that was it. I wanted to cry. Instead I threw my phone. I did that a lot when I'm drunk. I didn't bother caring though. I loved the Solace family, and now they hated me. I was going to miss Will, the twins, and Naomi, and...that's it, but STILL!

"Of course, you can sleep in Thalia's old room, we used to live together before she moved in with Reyna,"

"Ah, thanks," I say, closing my eyes and lying face first on the floor. "Life sucks,"

"Sucks dick cream," Jason said, holding back a few laughs.

"SHUT UPPPP!"

"Sorry, Sorry, is today thursday?"

"No, Friday, well Saturday now, we literally just drank a few hours ago,"

Jason laughed a bit. "Yeah, I forgot,"