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summary: you and sodapop are both heartbroken, so you get high together
I sat in my room by myself, music playing softly in the background from my record player. I was sitting on the floor, leaning against my bed as I brought the blunt I was holding up to my lips.
The moment was cut off by a knock on the doorway of my room. I looked up and made eye contact with a friend of mine, Sodapop Curtis.
Sodapop wasn't my closest friend out of the gang, I think that spot went to Two-bit or Steve, but he had always been the caring person of the gang. Everyone turned to him for everything.
I didn't.
Don't get me wrong, he was a nice kid. I just didn't want to turn to him like everyone else. He already put up with everyone else's shit, why should I tell him about my problems?
"Is everything alright?" He asked, seeming concerned. I could almost fall for that if I didn't know him better. I could see right through him now.
He couldn't handle listening to everyone else's problems when he already had his own, but he always wanted everyone else to be happy. He's always too busy saving other people, he forgets to save himself.
He's on the brink of destroying himself and he doesn't even know it.
"Everything is A okay, pal." I blew out my smoke, giving him a thumbs up. His eyes travelled to my fingers and his eyes widened.
"Is that weed?"
"Maybe, maybe not. We'll never know." I laughed to myself.
"You're high, aren't you?"
"I'm not high, I'm Y/n." I said this with a serious face just to see his reaction. He brought a hand to his hair, combing his fingers through it.
"Jesus Christ." He muttered. I laughed.
"I'm kidding, man. I'm only a little high."
"Are you getting high because Dallas dumped you?"
"That's none of your business." I muttered, bringing the blunt to my mouth again.
"Just because you're heartbroken doesn't mean you should self destruct."
"Listen pal, I get that you're real sympathetic and in touch with your emotions or whatever, but I don't wanna hear it." I groaned, leaning my head back against my bed. He chuckled.
"In touch with my emotions?"
"Well you must be in touch with your own emotions if you're always trying to fix everyone else's right?" I looked him dead in the eyes and he fidgeted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact.
"That's what I thought." I chuckled and he glared at me, his eyes filled with anger.
"Don't tell me shit about my emotions!" He snapped. I smirked at him.
