The apartment was quiet. No movie ever started playing last night. I heard nothing as I sat smoking my joint to the muffled sounds of a band I hadn't seen in eight months. Trying to keep my head straight as I stayed in there the whole night without disturbance. I lifted myself slowly, holding tightly on to the door knob so I didn't fall. I pinched the lock in between my two fingers and turned it. I heard it click signaling, it was unlocked. I slowly pulled it open. Right as I did a body that had been pressed against the door, swung down and hit the floor. Izzys upper half was now on the bathroom floor. Her head smacked the floor making her pop out of sleep. Her eyes shot open and she groaned. I towered over her still holding onto the door knob.
"Really Jay?" She questioned with a raspy morning voice.
"What?" I asked confused as I step over her.
"Your bathroom smells like weed." She stated factually as I sat on my still unmade bed. I shrugged my shoulders towards her.
"Who cares?"
"Did you have like an extra stash of weed with you or something?" She retorted standing up. Her hand connected with the back of her head and started stroking the bang on the back of her head.
"Are you okay?" I asked concerned. She nodded and sat besides me. She seemed off. I just assumed it was because we'd just woken up.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive." A smile curls on to her face and she sighs getting up. "Do you have a pair of sweat pants I can borrow?" I nodded toward the dresser that was pressed against my wall. She thanks me and I give her a her smile with my eyes closed. My back was acing and sore. Tip; After smoking weed in your bathroom, Spray it down with air freshener and take a shower, Most importantly; sleep in your own bed. Not the floor. I ran my hand down the sore spot on my lower back and my eyes squinted when I reached it. I rubbed circles on to it to try and gain some relief but it wasn't doing much.
"Wanna come with me somewhere?" Izzy said a smile creeping on her lips as she pulled up the navy blue sweat pants. She tilted her head at an angle, enough to see me from the corner of her eye.
"Depends where," I pull the white fluffy duvet covering only a quarter of my bed and spread it out so that it covered all of it. I tucked it under my pillows and flattened it out.
"I'm going to meet Michael, Megan and Ashton at a bar, club sorta...thing." She explained flailing her hands and knitting her eyebrows together at her saying "sorta thing." "I don't know how to explain it, its all dark and has neon lights and dance floor plus various bars,"
"A club?"
"Sure," She said confused still not knowing what to call it.
"No, I don't feel like being a third wheel. Third wheels are mood killers and cock blocks." I laugh at my own statement and make my way out of my room, She follows behind me.
"Aw, come on It'll be fun. Don't you want to see the boys again?" I gave her a hard look and weird expression.
"Well I mean, don't you want to see all of them besides Luke." The words left her lips so quickly and I flinched hearing his name being said out loud because I hear it all too much.
"Look," I continue while opening the fridge. "Im just going to stay home today, I don't really want to see anyone of them,"
"Ever?"
"No, just," I sigh not being able to form words. "Just listen. The last time I saw them I had tears rushing down my cheeks and the air was tense. I don't want your little double date to be awkward. Anyways you just woke up did you plan ahead? And a club so early?"

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Teen Fiction"I drank up all my money, Dazed and kinda lonely." Jaylan has habits Some little, Some big, But mostly it's the habit of missing Luke.