Krii7y One Shots

A Party of Two (part 1) (fluff)

heyo pals sorry it took so long
I found out my parents are splitting up, failed a really important test, came out to my famjly, and got really sick. So I went into a bit of a depressive episode for a bit. So sorry in advance for any issues because I haven't been totally up to par checking for errors. I promise I will go back and look when I feel better.

all is calming down a tiny bit so I Managed to finish this. It also was a bit therapeutic to write. And again it ended up 8 years long but oh well.

I hope you enjoy!!!

Tw: mention of suicide, anxiety, and alcohol

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John's POV
(this is a high school AU by the by)

The music was loud, My ears still throbbing even though it's sweet melodies were now blocked by the bathroom walls surrounding.

My gaze remained locked to the mirror, fingers nervously twitching at the bottle I had in hand.

I took in a breath, eyes diverting to the now luke warm liquor in my grip.

This wasn't how this was supposed to go.

I wasn't supposed to have retreated to the bathroom like I always did. I promised I wouldn't this time. I had assured my friends I felt better, different.

Was it a lie? I didn't think it was at the time.

But as the night unwinded, I found my chest getting tighter, and my breaths so much more shallow. People were grinding on each other, girls making out with guys they had just met.

The floor was packed to the brim with people, though no one seemed to care. The only thing that mattered was the alcohol and music.

And Jesus Christ I hated parties.

Almost everyone was too drunk to form sentences, at this point.
They wouldn't miss me. They wouldn't notice I was gone anyways. They never did.

Why can't you be like your brother?

The voice in my mind screamed. I shook his head violently.

"Fuck off..."

I muttered under my breath, rocking slightly on my feet. My eyes shut tightly as if that would help block the words I could hear echoing in my head.

But the anxiety was loud, and so very painfully right.

You'll never have real friends. You'll always be alone.

It whispered softly to me. My body felt hot. To my surprise, a set of tears began streaming down my cheeks. I hadn't realized I even wanted to cry.

I took in slow, heavy breaths in attempts to stop the inevitable breakdown I was approaching.

But I felt my breath cease as a small knock on the door filled my ears.

"John?"

A small voice caught my attention. I could feel my body unknowingly retreat closer to the wall behind me, sleeves darting quickly to wipe any evidence of tears from my face.
My eyes were red, and I knew it. Maybe I looked high. Or maybe the lighting in the space was dim enough it would be too hard to tell anyway.

To my confusion, it was Jaren who entered my line of sight.

We saw each other at parties a lot, but we never talked for very long. Particularly because he was more social than I was willing to be. I sort of slipped in the corner and generally stayed to myself. He was always doing the kind of crazy shit that got people on the news the next day.