lucy, i'm drunk

V

- at last -
[ lucy's pov ]

its been a whole two months of chris trying to contact me in any shape or form. better said he tried to contact me in a week then the second week he just completely gave up. he tried to communicate with me through dms and he greeted me in real life a couple of times but id always ignore him.

it wasnt easy.
believe me.
theres this thing about him. hes just so charming and if a lot of girls werent around him i think id at least greet him back. so me ignoring him was a bit easier. but still, after a week of him trying to reach out to me and me trying to escape from the fact that i cant escape him, he just gave up.

i dont blame him though and this is mostly my fault. do i regret it? well, yes. mostly the fact that i think that hes the only person that understands me, but still, the fact that he read me so well scares me.

i stopped going to the balcony to sing my heart out when he said that i do that. i just felt as if i was doing it for no reason and that singing didnt help me. i felt like i was singing for no reason because if it truly did make me feel better, why am i going outside at three am every day?

its two am right now and i decide to go outside to the small balcony. i put 'at last' by etta james.

theres this thing about me. im a good girl but i love to listen to trap songs. but when i get so sad i put songs from the nineteen fifties, sixties.

"at last..... my love has come along...." i hum.

i slowly open the bag of weed and i get the grinder. when i opened the grinder i smell the little box and for the first time in a long time im excited. i put the weed inside the grinder and i start grinding.

when everything was in small pieces i put the weed in the backwood and all at once i see chris open the front door from the building making a little wind go towards me. i look at my backwood and the weed is gone, its all over the place but its not where i want it to be.

"fuck. shit. BITCH!" i try to select all the weed together.

"you not sheck wes." he laughs.

"well thank you asshole for opening the goddamn door like its so fucking heavy then waving it wide open..." i kneel to collect all the weed. "you already skinny bruh, you could've just slid through the door." i roll my eyes mad as fuck.

"damn babygirl, you've been ignoring me this whole month and when you finally start talking to me youre pissed because you're not fast at rolling a blunt." he laughs.

"it's a backwood for your information." i collect a decent amount of weed. "Well since we're already at the ignoring shit, its been two weeks and not a month."

"somebodys been missing me." he winks making me roll my eyes "Well...When im not talking to you time seems to go longer." he looks at me.

i stop with the bitching and i look at his arm full of tattoos. i look back at his blue eyes and i get goosebumps.

he started walking towards the ladder that goes up to my balcony and he enters. he grabs his bag "you want something strong?" he asks.

"i dont do drugs."

"weed is drugs."

"is weed really drugs?"

he nods his head.

he sits down at a char and grabs my backwood that i failed to roll and he grabbed his silver grinder.

"lemme smell it." i grab his grinder and open it. ouf boy, the smell was so strong. "well now i see that you a smoker." i laugh.

"something gotta numb the pain..." he fake smiles.

he grabs the grinder back and starts making the weed into smaller peices.

he grabbed a bigger chunk of weed and started eating it.

i kept quiet as he opened the grinder and carefully put the weed into the backwood. he licked it and started rolling it. while he was licking it he looked at me and i quickly looked somewhere else because i could feel myself smiling.

fuck.

he sat back down and passed me the backwood.

"can i tell you something?" he looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes.

i nod as i take a puff.

"you're so fucking beautiful."

i roll my eyes.

"no for real." he says.

it was quiet but the weird shit was that it wasnt awkward at all. i felt complete after a while.

everytime we'd look at eachother, it was different. his eyes made me feel complete and everytime he'd smile at me my heart would skip a beat. ive never liked a guy but theres this thing with him. hes something else.

i laid back at the chair and chris' phone started ringing.

he looked at the phone worried.

"i have...-" he stops and exhales stressed "i have to go... im sorry." he says as he stood up from his chair.

he went to where i was and looked me in my eyes. i felt this connection but all at once his eyes became darker and his jaw flinched. he looked away as if i was just a stranger and he left my balcony.