I sit here, trying to avoid the thickest of smoke trailing from the five lit cigarettes my friends are inhaling. There's much drunken laughter as the ashtray is passed around, as the alcohol flows freely.
I'm not one for drinking. Instead, I sit here, sipping from my can of Coke, trying to talk to my friends, who were now so drunk I can barely make out what they were trying to say. A few people are retching horribly, their hair being casually held out of the way by their friends, like this was just a normal thing to do.
My mind feels hazy from all the smoke in the air, and my head throbs from the heavy bass music playing loudly in the room.
I'm the designated driver, of course, being the only person in my friend group who's not completely stoned.
It's getting late now, and all I want to do was curl up in my bed and sleep. But instead, I sit here with my friends, who are drinking freely and breathing smoke with every word they say.
I know that most of them are only drinking because they want to escape their problems for a while, to just have some fun. The others are just drinking because they don't like to feel left out.
But I also know that eventually, all the drinking and smoking will catch up to them. It will cause more problems than it helps. And by the time they finally realize that, it might be too late.
They're nothing but unstable. All they do is drink, smoke, complain about hangovers, and then do it all again.
I'm better off without them.
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When We All Fall Asleep Where Do We Go (Short stories)
FanfictionHey all my fellow Billie stans! I decided to do something a little risky, and write short stories for all the songs in the When We All Fall Asleep Where Do We Go album! The stories are based on the way the song feels, as well as the lyrics. You can...
