lost the way | lil peep

okay dad

She grunted heavily and stumbled, as she tried to take another step. She was desperately looking for someone who could have whatever kind of drugs. Looking around, her attention was drawn to a group of some tattooed guys who for some reason seemed like they would have some good stuff.

Meg clumsily made her way over to where they were sitting, bumping into people as she was trying her hardest to walk straight. As she got closer, she was able to get a better look at the group she was approaching. There were four guys and a girl, who didn't quite belong with the rest. She was probably just looking for someone to spend the night with and honestly, most females wouldn't be surprised she chose this particular group, some of those guys were hella good looking.

"We really appreciate your attention, shawty" could be heard, coming from probably the most tattooed guy there. His hair was short on the sides, allowing the world to see the inks on the sides of his head, and the longer part was dyed bright pink. "Go find some other fuck for tonight."

"Oh, come on, Peep" that's a funny name, Meg thought. "I'm sure..."

"Leave, Layla" he basically ordered, his voice getting harsh. The black-haired girl pouted and got up off the sofa. As she walked past Meg, she bumped her shoulder, causing the redhead to lose her balance.

"Watch out, you dumb hoe" hissed Margaret, rolling her eyes. She was not having the time of her life right now - grieving the death of her little sister and catching her boyfriend fucking her lifelong friend wasn't exactly the best combo.

"Hey" the redhead finally made it to the booth the group was seated in. "Do any of you maybe..."

"We ain't looking for a hook up" one of the guys sighed, his black skin looking sickly in the club light. Or maybe it was all the narcotics.

"I'd pass on you too sweetie, don't worry" she was a smart-ass, there's no denying that, and clapped back every time she had a chance to. Somehow just after those short few moments one of the guys felt the urge to just make her his. "Move over."

She asked the pink haired boy so she could sit down as her legs slowly started to give out.

"Tell us whacha want then, babygirl" someone said but Meg didn't even bother to figure out which one did.

"I ain't your babygirl" she slurred. "I need drugs."

The shock on faces of the four were priceless.

"Slow down" said the Asian dude. "How bout ya introduce yaself first"

"Listen, I'on wanna make friends, ight? I need drugs, I'll pay yall and then disappear from your life."

"Just answer the fucking question" the one next to her demanded.

"Yall first" she mumbled, all the pills she popped earlier started having a funny effect on her.

"I'm Jazz or Lil Tracy, whichever you rather" said the black one.

"Name's Cold Hart but feel free to call me Coldy" that was the Asian guy.

"I'm Wicca" a boy with longish, brown hair spoke up for the first time since Layla left.

"And I'm Lil Peep, but just call me Gus" finally the guy next to Meg introduced himself.

"What's up with all the nicknames?" she asked, being honestly curious. "Yall make music or something like that?"

"Ye, we're rappers or whatever" Tracy answered.

"It's your turn, boo" said Gus, placing his right arm on the couch behind Margaret. Weirdly, she didn't mind that at all, just as the fact he called her 'boo'. She actually found herself slightly attracted to the guy.