𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 - 𝙜𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙪𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨

euphoria

it's been three hours now, i've been high for about two.

i'm laughing at everything. everything is funny. i can't remember the last time i was this happy. everything's spinning.

my mind has gone all squishy. there's nothing up there anymore. no worries, just pure happiness.

i take a picture and edit it in my usual style.

i go onto my instagram and post it, i love the little smiley face not gonna lie.

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th0tflavour3djuulp0d: gimmie good songs to listen to broski

user1: anything by 100gecs is a spiritual experience

user2: rick astley- never gonna give you up
          ~th0tflavour3djuulp0d: nice try

user3: Omg I love the Artic Monkeys they're like so underground, also it's my birthday and my dog just died :( can you say happy birthday and rip? I love you so much❤️

user4: when you reveal your face i'll get it tattooed on my ass cheek.
              ~th0tflavour3djuulp0d: ight bet

i forgot 100gecs existed OH MY GOD.

i find my old playlist with their music in and blast it through the apartment. this feels so fucking good. all i need now is a drink to complete the experience.

i open my fridge and pick out a pipeline punch, i instantly think of george.

no i don't. i push him to the back of my mind and open the can, taking a massive swig which causes me to burp. fuck yes. this feels so fucking good.

my happiness is interrupted by a knock at my door, i pause 100gecs and go to answer it.

as i open the door, i see a small man standing there. it can only be one person. it's george.

"hey um..." he starts, and stops very quickly when he realises what's going on. "is everything okay?" he asks, letting himself into the apartment and closing the door behind him.

i don't really know what to say, so i burst out laughing. i can't stop, i just keep laughing.

"is everything okay? everything is fantastic georgie. i don't feel anything !" i giggle, smiling uncontrollably.

i can see his expression getting more and more confused as i struggle for breath.

i get dizzy and cling onto him to stop my fall, his eyes meet mine and i stop laughing for a second.

then i giggle, he giggles. i giggle again, he giggles again. i giggle again, but this time that giggle turns into tears.

i start to cry, for the first time in forever. i can't remember the last time i cried. so this was gonna be a pretty long cry. sorry george.

"hey, hey it's okay" he says softly as i crumble into his chest and clutch onto his hoodie.

i guess things got too much for little old me to handle. i guess i finally snapped.

i can feel his arms awkwardly wrap around my shaking body, i feel really bad for putting him in this situation but i can't do anything to stop it now. he soon warms up to me and hugs me properly.

his hands move to my hair, which he strokes in a protective manner. even though i'm fucking balling my eyes out right now that made me happy inside.

as i sob into his chest, i think about what he's thinking right now. i hope this isn't too much for him.

even though i'm worried about him, i can't stop crying.

after about 10 minutes, i pull away and clutch my head in my hands, embarrassed of how vulnerable i became.

i look up at george with my tear stained eyes, he looks back at me, his eyes filled with concern. his mouth starts to open.

"stupid question but... are you okay dylan?" he asks softly. i've never heard his voice like this before, it's calming.

"yeah um, i haven't used in ages and i think it was too strong or something. i'm so fucking sorry i didn't mean to-"

"please don't apologise, you know you can talk to me about anything?" he scratches his neck as i wipe the tears from my face, smudging my makeup even more.

i feel completely sober now, i decide to ask him about what happened the other night.

"you know you can talk to me about anything too? like what i did or said the other night when i was super drunk?" i say turning to face him.

he takes a big breath in and exhales again "you remember?" he perches himself on the arm of the sofa.

"no but i know something happened george, can you tell me what i did? please don't lie to me" i sit down on the couch and he slides down from the arm to sit next to me.

"yes, okay um i just don't want to barge in to anything personal."

"i trust you george" i tell him.

and i mean it. i really do trust him.