Villains ➵ bill skarsgård a.u.

forty

Shoutout to my homie @infinityx_xbeyond for reminding me to update because I haven't fucking done it in two months and im a clown, im so sorry you guys.

"Dude, don't--"

"Ah, c'mon, Don't be a killjoy." Dalton rolled his eyes, extending his arm forward and handing me the rolled up paper, encouraging me to join him. Normally I wouldn't hesitate, but it's been a long while since I last took a hit, that being the halloween dance and from there on I didn't dare. I was already worried enough the contamination in my blood is going to affect the results of my lab tests in the hospital when Uncle Ron got me fixed, but thankfully it didn't. Still I remained cautious just in case, and if I was going to count, it might as well be an entire month that I haven't taken a taste. It wasn't like I could anyway, we've been busy with nothing but roaming town and being too exhausted to even do anything.

I gave him a look, snatching the cylinder from his fingers and stepping in. On Georgie's dad's granite counter top was a bag of pure white coke, lines sprawled on the surface calling my name. Sarah dealt with the drugs too, even before she met us when she transferred, but for some reason her dad liked putting the blame on the fact we were bad influences. I wasn't going to deny we were, however, it's never really been just that. I bent down to the counter, situating the paper in my nostril, following one of the lines and sniffing in one swift motion. The inside of my nose quick to numb as I breathed in every last granule of it, pressing on my other nostril and making sure nothing was going to escape.

"Oh fuck, that's hot." Dalton laughed, standing from a distance with his arms folded, "Be careful, Ade, I might just fall in love with you."

"Fuck off." I muttered, returning the roll to him and taking a moment to breathe, counting down each second it threatened to kick in.

We do another, and then another, taking alternate cycles to the point where all the lines he made were gone, a faint hint of white dust leaving a cast on the counter as Dalton poured another round. He pushed them around into clean lines, brown eyes dilated under the yellow lamp bouncing off his pale face. On a second thought, Georgie's father had no idea, and we liked for it to stay that way because wasn't necessarily the most secretive person. By any chance we leave even just a single trace of whatever is about to happen tonight, he'll be quick to react.

It wasn't too long before the drug kicked in like a bitch, my mind racing as adrenaline coursed through my bloodstream, yearning for more. My skin was hot and tingly, heart pounding inside my chest. I take the roll from him again and sniff another, pushing him out of the way to give myself space. In his own words; snorting it doesn't do the high enough justice very well but it was the most convenient. Like a cup of coffee in a dull day. "You selfish, pricks." A voice muttered in the background, my hypersensitive senses striking at lightning speed as I stop and pull myself away from the act, following where the noise came from; Georgie's eyes trained on Dalton and I, bandaids covering the scratches on her face. "How come you didn't call me over? I was babysitting children out there!" She feigned disbelief, pulling out a buck from her pocket and rolling it up, stepping over next to me. "Dalton, did you bring a syringe?"

"Really? You're going to ask me that?" He scoffed, "Of course I fucking did, I brought everything. Even my dick, but no one's going to touch that."

"Thanks, I didn't need to know that." I nodded, pursing my lips, Georgie bursting into a series of chuckles.

She bends over and sniffed a line, quickly rising back to take every single bit it. "C'mon, babe, he's just thirsty." She comments, chills running down my spine from the sudden closeness. Or perhaps I just wasn't used to it anymore and right there and then I could feel everything. "There's plenty of water in the tap, why don't you get yourself a glass?"