Mairi Prompts

Sneak peek into my story.

What's it like being trapped in a haze? Constantly being unable to be in reality?
What's it like being there but not being there in that exact moment?
Mattia didn't have the answers.
Instead, he blew out the smoke that gathered in his mouth, underneath the clouds of marijuana. He let a lazy grin slip onto his face as he slumped into the couch. The music surrounded him, wrapped him in hug, and snuck it's way underneath his skin. He could feel the music tingle in his body. He could feel the teens around him. They cheered, bumped alcohol glasses together, and proceed to grind against another. The smell of marijuana and alcohol was familiar; welcoming, almost. 
It was intoxicating. 
He needed not to feel anything.
He wanted that feather light feeling.
He needed this and more.
If someone asked Mattia, when did you become like this?

His response; a Thursday afternoon, I fucked up.

But that was neither here nor there.
Mattia proceeded to take another hit from the blunt, trapping it in his lungs and proceeding to blow it from his nose, his eyes flickered from face to face.

"Hey, man, you might wanna be careful with that shit. You look stoned already, you might green out." A husky voice broke through his daze. Mattia frowned and squinted at the dude, his normally hazel eyes being surrounded in a red hue showing how stoned the Italian was.

"Man, shut the fuck up." Mattia snorted, he tossed a fifty at the Caucasian boy—Dave—or something. It wasn't surprising that it silenced his nagging.

A dip in the couch made Mattia sluggishly move his head to stare at the figure.
A familiar one.
Oh,
It's Kairi.

"Fuck, what do you want?" He growled, or well, he thought he did it sounded more like a whine.

The wasian only blinked at him.

"What?" He huffed.

"You looked so fucked, dude." Kairi muttered.

Somehow that was the funniest thing Mattia heard all night. It ripped laughter from his chest and caused the wasian to break out into a giggle fit. The duo doubling over in laughter and leaning against each other. The noise being drowned out and overlooked in the house flooded with people.

It turned out Mattia wasn't the only stoned one. As he looked at Kairi, he could see the older's eyelids were drooped down and the same red hue surrounded his pupils.

Mattia doesn't remember the night fully. He never truly does. All he could remember was the feelings he had during the night and maybe a few glimpses of what occurred.

The feeling of running down the road with Kairi by his side, the feeling of hands on him, dancing with Kairi, a bruise on his neck that was way too familiar by now. Staring at the stars and feeling like they stared back knowingly, as if they knew his secrets better than he did, and then he would close his eyes.
And open them again.
Sometimes, when he opened his eyes, he was in his bed other times he was in another room and back in his body. Fully in control and standing in crowd of teenagers mingling.

This time?

Mattia opened his eyes and groaned. The light from the sun bleeding in to his room from the opened windows—except, this wasn't his room but Kairi's. Kairi who was sitting up and rubbing his eyes with an annoyed expression on his face.

"My body hurts and I blame you." The wasian snapped.

All Mattia could do was flip his middle finger and flop back into the bed.

"When don't you blame me?" He snarled, nuzzling his face into the pillow and mumbling curses in his native tongue.

"Hey! Get up. We have to go to school and thanks to yours truly, we actually have a ride, and food. I bribed Mateo to pick us up."

Mattia groaned and rolled over.

"Fine, fine."

His and Kairi's relationship was magnetic. They could work together but they also repelled each other. They irked each other and got underneath each other's skin.
So, it was no surprise that they knew each other like the back of their hand, so, when he pulled out a shirt from one of Kairi's drawers it was genuinely one of his. Why? Cause, despite being a little harsh to one another they did care to an extent for the other and it showed by the fact Kairi had Mattia's own clothes at his house for moments like these.

A loud noise disrupted their quiet morning routine.

"Mateo's here." Kairi commented, filling the silence with noise.

"Mateo's here." Mattia mocked, "no shit, dude."

Kairi narrowed his eyes at Mattia and clicked his tongue before flipping the Italian off and walking away. Mattia let out a long sigh before following after the wasian.

Mattia let out a breath as he exited the house, Kairi locking the door behind him, there waited a black car for them to get in.

"Gordito!" They chorused.

The car's window rolled down to show the face of Mateo who smirked.

"Heyyy! You won't fucking believe it. Apparently, they're saying some fucked up kids egged the principles house. Did you hear? The chisme? It was after Angelo's party! They don't know who did it but hijole, those morons, they're in for hell if they get caught." The Mexican rambled.

Kairi side-eyed Mattia who instead ignored the look as they walked to the car. They slipped into the backseat and listened to other ramble about the new school gossip.
Mattia leaned against the car and stared out the window the background noise turning into a dull drawl for the Italian as he watched the scenery change. He could feel himself slipping. The steering wheel jerked from his hands as his own reality slipped from his fingers and his brain switched to autopilot.

"—anyways! I got your backpack, Matti."

Kairi nudged his elbow into the younger's side causing the other to jerk in response and utter his thanks. The older frowned in confusion as he stared at Mattia before noticing the glazed look in his eyes. Oh, his best friend wasn't home at the moment. Kairi nodded in understand when Mattia locked eyes with him.

The car jerked to a stop at the high school.
Damn.
Here they go again.