𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 - 𝙜𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙪𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨

alcohol

i open my apartment door clutching the bag of booze i just bought, along with some cans of monster and pot noodles. i hope the boys like vodka.

i had about two hours before i had to go round to alex's flat. i wonder if his friends are 'social media influencers' too? shit what if they ask me where i work. i don't actually have a job yet.

perfect opportunity to binge a couple of that youtubers videos. i turn on the tv and click on his latest video, the reaction to his eye reveal.

the same british accent greets me again as he goes through his subreddit reading out people's  comments on his eyes.

99% of them were teenage girls simping over his pretty blue eyes. i had to join them with that one.

i watch a couple more. i never thought i'd find a 20 year old playing moviestarplanet entertaining. but here we fucking are.

taking the last mouthful of my sweet and sour pot noodle, i stand up and head to the fridge to grab a monster.

i had about 10 minutes before going to alex's. shit why did i agree to this? i need a fucking cigarette. i carefully remove my necklace.

as i open the door to my balcony, i reveal a pinky red sky which lights up the city. looking at the sky reminds me of george now, and what he said to me.

maybe i shouldn't have this cigarette.

i gaze at the sky while sitting down on the small patio chair which is bloody freezing, but i didn't mind because of the beauty in front of me.

maybe i can give up, you know live for the little things like george said.

no dylan, you sound pathetic. stop being a pussy and light the fucking cigarette. today isn't the day for you to fuck around.

disappointed but not surprised, i head back into the flat and grab the bottle of vodka on the side.

i am so fucking ready to get pissed and forget everything.

i head out the door and lock up behind me just as i hear the elevator door ping. the doors open to reveal a man with dark brown hair with a red head. he sees me and smiles in my direction.

"you must be the lass alex invited, i'm will, it's nice to meet you" he says and extends out a hand and i shake it. he has a firm grip ngl.

"yeah, i'm dylan, nice to meet you guys too" i introduce myself. the ginger introduces himself as stephen and i shake his hand too. will knocks on the apartment door as i lean against the wall awaiting a response.

i'm so glad i had that fucking cigarette.

alex answers the door and him and will hug, how cute, love the bromance.

"oh hey dylan, i'm glad you could make it" alex says, smiling at me.

"of course, i won't pass up an excuse to drink" i say jokingly. "oh and i brought a bottle of vodka too" i say stepping into the surprisingly clean apartment.

"you didn't have to, but i didn't get any vodka so thankyou" he says as i pass him the bottle and he sets it down on the kitchen table.

george emerges from the hallway and greets me with a smile which i return. i hope he doesn't smell the smoke on me. i know i've only just met him, but i really don't wanna let him down. why does it matter though. why do i actually care.

"hey, you okay?" he asks raising his eyebrows.

"yeah thanks" i reply. really hope he can't smell me. probably should've done something about that.

we make small talk for a bit as i get to know will and stephen. and guess what, i was correct. they're fucking social media influencers too. they were probably told by george and alex not to tell me exactly what they do.

it's none of my business but, that just makes me even more curious tbh.

then came the drinks. and oh god did we drink. we drank so much i didn't even realise there was another person here. i think his name is james. i definitely know a lot more about the boys now.

right, this is what i think. so will, i think he's well nice, and probably a great friend but he'd do anything for clout- probably best not to fully trust him.

alex would probably be very sweet and supportive, and you could tell him anything but also very unstable, i can tell he needs some love and it hurts my heart.

stephen is the adult equivalent of the class clown for sure, and will be the first to tell you if you fucked up, and wouldn't bother to sugar coat it either.

george is like the funny one, but with a soft side too. and he'd be very supportive but also be the first one to tell you if you look fucking stupid. and he would hold your hair back when your throwing up for sure.

and james, he's very wholesome and like that one kid who used to go to chess club. and he's a lightweight. and when i say lightweight i mean lightweight. oh and he'd definitely wait for you to tie your laces.

after multiples games of cards against humanities and many drinks, my mind drifts back to ciggies. shit. i'm not gonna be able to enjoy the rest of my night without one. i'll make up an excuse.

"i'm gonna quickly go back to mine and grab something, i'll be back" i say slurring a little, as i get up and make my way to the door as the boys gesture it's okay.

as i walk into my apartment, i hear a door close in the hallway, followed up by a soft voice. i peer round the doorframe of my door to see george walking over to me.

"hi, thought you might like some company?" he says scratching his neck.

"you know what i would fucking love some george" i state as we head into the apartment.