i'll be back in the morning // lil peep fanfic

One

Peep: I miss ya, been a while, where ya been?
Me: u been touring n shit
Peep: yea I have, been dealin wit shit too
Me: well where are u now?
Peep: wana look outside ur door?

I got up from my bed. Halfway to the front door, I realized I was wearing short shorts and a t-shirt. Oh well. I opened the door, and there was Gus. He smiled down at me. "Been a while, Leia."
"Gus."
"What, can't say anything else? I'm here for real."
"I missed you."
"Same." He hugged me, and then casually strolled into my apartment like he owned the place. I laughed and followed him. He turned around and judged the place. "It's a mess."
"Yeah. So am I."
"What happened? You had it under control."
"No, I didn't. I just looked like I did."
Gus took a bottle out of his pocket. He shook a couple pills out and popped one. He tossed one to me, which I caught and swallowed. "Xanax." He said. "You could use it."
"Yeah."
"What happened? I was gone for only a few months. You had it okay."
"No, I didn't."
He sat on the couch and took a lighter out of his pocket, absentmindedly flicking the flame on and off. "What went wrong?"
"I missed you."
"I was gone, should've kept it that way. I was pulling you down."
"You weren't."
"Yeah. I was."
"Gus. You weren't. You were my support. And you left and I didn't know what to do."
"So you kept doing drugs."
"Yeah."
"Leia. You-"
"I shouldn'tve been allowed to fuck up this bad. It got worse when you left, when I became alone, cause my family left me, and I don't have any support, cause you're gonna leave me again to tour and make music-"
"Leia." In one swift move, Gus crossed the room and took my hands in his. "I'm not leaving you."
"What?"
"When I go on tour again, you're coming. You're coming with me. I'm not leaving you again. I shouldn'tve done it in the first place."
"It's midnight, I'm tired..."
"We can talk in the morning?"
I yawned. "Yeah. I'll sleep on the couch, you can take my bed."
"Hell no. I'll take the couch. It's okay."
"Gus-"
"It's okay. Comfier then the bunks on the bus." He pulled off his shirt and laughed when he saw me looking. "I sleep shirtless, did you forget that?"
"No, just... You got more tattoos."
"Yeah. No. One more, I dunno if you knew about this one." He pointed at the tattoo that said 'clique' in cursive writing.
I traced my fingers over it. "For them?"
"Yeah."
"I should let you sleep."
"I'm not tired, but you're exhausted."
"I can stay and talk."
"No, you should sleep. G'night, Leia." He squeezed my hand. "Sleep well."