In the Basement, In the Sky

Three

You don't sleep. The best way to get through a molly crash and to get rid of the lingering effects of acid is to sleep them off, but even so. Your whole body vibrates all the way from the center, and you watch the sun come up.

The nice thing is that Kylie's curled up into you, which means he's mad, but not that mad. You give him a gentle squeeze and a kiss on the forehead and worm your way out of his grasp, slowly, so as not to wake him. When you step out of bed, you try to avoid the squeaky floorboard on your way to the window, forgetting in your tired haze that Kylie can't hear it anyway, and you pull the blinds shut so he can get some more sleep, even if you can't.

Funshine and Smartypants are also up, sitting on the couch side by side with their heads ducked into each other as they talk quietly. It looks like they slept with even their kandy on, but then, you didn't have any clothes that would fit them, anyway.

They look up and pull the blanket around them closer when they see you. You smile weakly.

"How'd you two sleep?"

Funshine shrugs. "We got a couple hours. Still tired. But the drugs have worn off."

"You?" Smartypants asks. He stretches his neck and rolls his shoulder, as if it's not quite in the right place.

You chuckle and shake your head as you lean against the wall. "Nope. The worst of the molly crash is over, though, and most of the acid has worn off. Just a little --" you wave your hands around your face -- "around the edges."

Smartypants still has his watch on, so you nod at him and ask, "What time is it?"

"7:30."

"Oh, shit. Kylie wants you out by 8:00. Um. Funshine, I need your help making pancakes. My hands are still too shaky. Everything is still in the same places. Could you grab the yellow cookbook and use that recipe?"

Funshine nods. "Sure."

You press your hands together and smile. "Thank you so much. I'll go get you some money to get back to your car. Uber, Lyft, cab?"

Smartypants and Funshine share a glance. "It's easier to get a wheelchair friendly cab," Smartypants says. "The brown line just down the street is accessible, so we can take that to get closer and save you guys some money. You're obviously not doing great if your heat got shut off."

You smile weakly and nod, and head back into the bedroom for your emergency cash stash.

It wasn't enough to turn the gas back on, but at least there will be enough for their 'L' cards and a cab.

You count it out and fold it in half, then when you get back to the living room you hand it to Smartypants. He's in his wheelchair, now, and he puts the money in the little zip pocket on the side. Funshine is already starting on the pancakes.

"Just transfer me the money when you get it," you say. "Since we have the same bank and all. I'd have Kylie do it but I don't want to wake him up. He banks with someone else anyway."

You start a pot of coffee and help Funshine by gathering the rest of the ingredients, which she then measures and starts to cook. You wiggle in front of her to look down in the pan, and she's so much taller than you she can just wrap her arms around your stomach and lean her chin on the top of your head. Smartypants plays music from his phone, softly, and you get through three pans and are on your last when the bedroom door opens and Kylie comes out, disheveled and slow to move, on his way to the bathroom.

He pauses when he sees you. A bright smile spreads over your face and even though you're shivering from cold and trembling from withdrawal and lack of sleep, you're the warmest you've ever been. You slide under Funshine's arm and bounce over to Kylie, and you throw your arms around his neck.