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

Eight

Mackned smiled at me. "She cute."
"Yeah, she is. Back off, dude." Gus wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"Wasn't gonna take her." He tossed a bag to Gus. "Your stuff."
He opened it and popped one into his mouth. "Here, baby."
Mackned had a weird look on his face, but I swallowed the pill anyways. "Gross, what is that taste?" I muttered.
"Yeah. Gross."
"Whatever." I took a sip of water to wish it down.
"Let's listen to music."
"Like what?" Mackned asked.
"So there's this one song I've heard, gimme a second." Gus pulled his phone out. A minute later, a song played.
"So why do good girls like bad guys? I had this question for a real long time. I been a bad boy and its plain to see, so why do good girls fall in love with me?"
"That song?" I groaned.
"You know it?" Mackned asked.
"Yeah. I do."
Gus snickered. "It's a good song!"
"No, it's not." I yawned and rested my head on Gus's chest. "Fuck, I'm tired."
"Go to sleep, baby."
"Hmm... Okay. But what if you gotta get up?"
"I won't. I'm kinda tired a bit too. I'll probably take a nap before the concert." He stroked my hair. "Sleep good."
"Okay."
Gus kissed my forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"I love you more."
"Get a room." Mackned muttered.
"I love you the most, you're amazing, and you're all mine."
I smiled and nuzzles into his chest. "Night, Hellboy."
"Night, ghost girl."

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I woke up to a huge commotion. People were in the bus and I felt dizzy. "Gus?" I asked.
Tracy looked at me. "You're awake. Fuck."
"What's wrong? Why are there so many people here?"
"Leia..."
Someone was sobbing in the corner. I whipped my head around and immediately regretted it, as I had a horrible headache. "Liza? What's wrong?"
"Leia, come outside." Tracy offered his arm. I took it and hobbled over and down the steps. A paramedic looked at me sadly.
"Tracy, w-what's wrong? Where's Gus? Shouldn't he be-"
"Honey, you overdosed."
"I was laying on Gus-"
"He overdosed.... He's dead."
"N... No, he couldn'tve..."
"You took pills?"
"Xanax... Mackned gave some to Gus, Gus gave me one..."
"Okay. From what I've heard, you fell asleep on Gus, and he fell asleep soon after. The manager kept asking to wake you all up, and Mackned said you guys were okay. And then we had an hour until the concert, and the manager came to wake Gus up, and he couldn't wake him up. He checked his pulse, there wasn't one. So he felt for yours, you had one. He moved you to the couch and called 911. The paramedics arrived, Liza heard the sirens, ran in, and thought both of you were dead. She screamed and I ran in. I asked her what happened and she said you and Gus were dead, until the manager said you were alive. She started crying and hugged Gus and didn't leave until the paramedic pulled her off. They're taking him somewhere to test his blood. See what killed him."
"Gus... He's dead?" I bit my lip.
"Yeah."
My knees buckled and I fell forward. Tracy caught me as I started sobbing. "He's... He can't... He had a concert... He's Lil Peep.... I..."
"I know, I know."
"I've known... I've known him my... My whole... Life..."
"Yeah."
"I didn't... It should've been me..."
"No, it shouldn't. It shouldn't have been anyone."
"Who's... Who is gonna tell them..."
"I'll tell them." Tracy walked off.
I stood there, trying to wipe away my tears away. "Hey."
"Mackned..." I looked down.
"I just wanna say, Gus didn't deserve that."
"Yeah, no... He fucking didn't. You gave him the pills, you fucking killed him!"
"I didn't-"
"Get away from me." I pushed him away, not caring about anything else. "Right now." He stormed off as I sat on the ground. "Fuck everything!"
"Sweetheart..." Liza put her hand on my shoulder. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were tear-stained.
"Liza... I..."
"We should get you to the hospital. You overdosed on the same stuff Gus did. I just want you to get checked out." She offered her hand to me.
I hesitated and took it. "I can drive, you should go be with Gus."
"I don't want to say this." She paused. "Gus is dead. I can't do anything for him right now, except tell the fans."
"Tracy is doing that."
"Okay, then. I'll take you to the hospital. Let's go."
I followed her to the car, stumbling. I slid into the passanger seat. "I smell like him." I mumbled, looking down at my shoes.
Liza sighed. "Yeah."
"My head hurts."
She started to drive. "I'm sorry."
"We said the pills tasted gross, but we still swallowed them..."
"It's not your fault, sweetheart."
"It is-"
"No." Her phone rang and she picked it up and set it to speakerphone. "Hello?"
"Is this Liza?"
"Yes, it is."
"Okay. Gustav had you listed as his emergency contact."
"What was in his bloodstream?"
"Fentanyl, Xanax, marijuana, and a hallucinogen of some sort."
"He took shrooms last night." I whispered.
"Alright." Liza tried to keep her voice steady. "Okay. Thank you."
"Of course." The call ended.
"I don't have to go to the hospital. I'll be okay, I'll be okay, I'll be okay."
"No, sweetheart. We have to go. You could still get seriously sick."
"We gotta... I'll have to go home."
"That's... That's later. We have to focus on now."
"He needs a funeral."
"We'll get to that. Leia, we need to make sure you're okay."
"No, we don't. Gus, he..."
"We're going to the hospital. Please just cooperate."
I leaned back, head pounding. "Okay."
"Okay. Good."