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Chapter 1

'Im almost there!' I think as I finally manage to bust the door to my apartment open... well kind of my apartment. Ive been living with this crazy bitch Carly since after the winter holidays. We have known each other since childhood and we have been best friends ever since. We grew up together in the same neighborhood but we were that close that you could say that we were living in the same house. And that's actually not so far from the truth, she would stay over at mine and the next day I would stay over at hers. We were literally inseparable' until I decided to move in LA to pursue my dream career of becoming an artist in general. I am a professional fx makeup artist, a self taught singer and song writer, a self taught animator and I also consider myself to be a model. I was offered a really good paying job as a makeup artist in Los Angeles and it was an opportunity I could not pass as my employer had offered me enough money to be able to live in a big apartment and use on all the other professions that I loved doing. I said goodbye to my family and my friends and set off to pursue the lifestyle of my dreams. But things did not really work out for me. I had only worked there for a week until my employer decided that he didn't want more people to hire and he ended up firing me. After that I felt absolutely crushed, I'd been working job after job and after months of anxiety and despair I told Carly what happened and now she lives with me in LA.
These past few months that I've been sharing the apartment with her I came to understand that this might just be what I had been missing all this time. When Carly found out that I was slowly spiraling into depression all over again, she wasted no time in packing her shit and moving in with me, wether I liked it or not. She works part time at the bar, while she also works as a drug dealer in order to make extra money for herself, even though she almost spends anything she makes on weed every single time. Im not as crazy as to let a drug dealer live in my home; I didn't know she did that as a second job or I wouldn't have bothered to ask her to move in. I found out about that one time when she came back home with that hella suspicious duffle bag, lookin cranked up as shit and when I asked where she was, she answered me that she came back from the date she went on with Jesus C. and squealed that they decided they were ready to take their relationship to the next level... so yeah. At first I was mad at her for keeping something that important from me when I asked her to move in and was seriously considering kicking her ass out, but I figured that if she's such a nice person then it shouldn't matter what she does to get money. Also after some time I got over the whole situation and she got me into smoking. We also ended up making a deal: She gives me blunts for free and in return, I drive her around with my car, for anything she needs except for drug exchanges, cause she doesn't have a driver's license yet. Now, laying limp on the cold floor of our house, I think about how close me and Carly have gotten since we started living together and how much stronger our friendship has grown, so I feel absolutely zero guilt for what Im about to make her do for me. "CARLYYYYYYYY I NEED YOU TO LIFT ME" I scream at the top of my lungs in hope to wake her deaf ass up. I end up like this every time I go out partying: drunk (and stoned since I started smoking blunts recently) outta my mind, having disfunctional limbs that cant carry me for shit, blurry vision and a splitting headache in the morning, along with extreme nausea that makes me regret drinking all of that alcohol I I did for until just an hour ago. Right now I need Carly to help me eat some fucking spoonfuls of coffee, drink water and tuck me in.. don't judge me about that last one. "Caaaarlyyyy helppppppppp" the slur in my words is getting more and more obvious by the minute, as I keep calling for my roommate to pick me up from the floor. "What the fuck Ellie!" Is heard from inside her room. Carly stomps inside the living room and looks over to the door, only to look down and let out an amusement filled "Oh.", finishing off with an even more ironic "Is there something you need me for?". "Yeah I do dumbass, its literally right in front of you." I respond, annoyed by the mocking tone in her voice, flailing on the floor just like a fish would out of the water. "Really? Well if you keep having that attitude with me young lady, then I guess Im gonna have to resume my important beauty nap." "NONO DONT LEAVE ME HERE The floor is freezing cold!!!" "You should have thought about that before calling me a 'dumbass'." " C'mon pleasee Im sorry I need helppp". Carly exhales and looks at me in a sympathetic way. "... Fine, only cause Im sorry for you." "Whateverrr." Carly extends her hand for me to grab only for me to throw mine at hers and miss with a dramatic amount of space between where it was originally supposed to land, making her snicker and afterward try to lift me from my armpits, dragging my body all the way across the apartment to my own bedroom. She ungracefully threw me over the covers of my bed and semi-pleased with her sloppy work, she darted to the kitchen to grab a trash bag and some coffee, along with a spoon to feed me it, runing back inside. Seeing that willing look on her face while she's stepping hurriedly back into the room, makes me admire how much she cares for me and my sorry ass. This thought alone makes me feel terrible about waking her up in the middle of the night, cause I came back shitfaced and almost blackout drunk and high from the party and make her do all of these things for me. I am a terrible person so maybe I deserved feeling like that right now. "Carly?" I lift my arm up from my stomach and try and pry it into hers. "Yea?" She responds, taking a hold of it. "Thanks for everything you've done for me. I don't even deserve your cuteass." "Huh?. Where's that coming from?" "Look, I know Im both drunk and high as shit but I reallyyy mean that! I'm very greatful for everything youve done for me, not just this time but for all of the other ones too, where I'd come home like this and you would take care of me, dropping anything you might be doing in that moment for me, no matter the circumstance. Thank you." Finishing my last sentence, a hot tear starts rolling down my cheek and it seems to have a big emotional effect on Carly. "Oh you bitch, now you're gonna make me cry!" I laugh at that, looking up to meet her eyes, I saw that they looked extra glossy. She really was about to cry. Feeling even more guilty about the  situation right now I reached up to her face and scooped her cheek in my palm, signaling that I don't want her to cry for something so stupid. She just looked back at me and smiled, grabbing my hand and placing it on her knee. But our sweet emotional moment had to be cut short, cause of the unstoppable urge That overcame me to vomit either all over the floor or all over her. I immediately spun myself on the bed so I could reach for the bag Carly brought from the kitchen. 'Shes like a fucking Saint!' I thought, glad that she had already thought about the puke part, while emptying every last ounce of the alcohol I had previously consumed, while having the time of my life partying at the surely by now fucked up house. Remembering that I went alone and didn't ask Carly at all if she wanted to come with me combined with the rest of the things I felt guilty about right now, felt like I had a knife stuck in my gut. I swear I think way more clearly when I'm drunk than I do when I'm awake. "Carly..." "Hm?" Carly looked at my eyes, biting her lip. She does that really often when shes thinking, about literally anything. "...Would you like to come with me next time? To one of the house parties I mean." Carly's facial features contort in a way that shows how tough it is for her to hold back the simplest of smiles. Precious. "I'd love to!" Carly exclaims, throwing herself at me and pulling my poor paralyzed body into a bear hug. "GUUHH Carlyyyyyy youre crushing meeeeee!!!" Carly laughs at what seemingly would have been my last words, if she hadn't gotten off of me and let me breathe. "Greeaarrtt now tuck me in!" "Youre such a fucking baby you know that?" Carly gets a spoonful of coffee in front of my face. I cringe only at the sight of it. "I do. And I am proud for that!" I finish, opening up my mouth, letting an 'Ahhhhhhhh' sound out, so she knows Im ready to have the coffee shoved in my mouth. "Good girl!" "Oh shut the fuck up." I gulp up the bitter, brown pigmented dust, making a funny face that shows Im disgusted with the taste and Carly laughs, putting the coffee container on my nightstand, along with the spoon. After that, she tucks me in, pushing the covers gently on top of my chest. Smiling, I motion to my cheek and Carly leans in and kisses it. "Goodnight sweetheart." She grins, proud of her awful mom joke. I grin too. Those cringey jokes were starting to become our thing. She picks up the coffee and spoon and leaves the room, closing my door as quietly as possible. Thinking about what the hell I did to deserve such a capable and caring friend, who unfortunately has the worst humor Ive ever came across, that affected mine in such a way to become very similar to hers, I slowly drift to sleep.