Chapter 1
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Lucas p.o.v
Shit I think I’m going to throw up I felt the puke going up my throat, I got that weird feeling in the chin you get right before puking. I ran to the bathroom like a madman. I hate throwing up, its just gross and annoying- there are better things I can do at new years eve. I can hear the beat of the music from downstairs, its kinda nice, it helps me focus on something that is not my stomach flinching.
I wash my mouth and im out of there. ‘’Lucasss where the fuck were you?!’’ I recognize Josh’s voice, his words are elongated his pupils dilated. Of course. He’s high. I cant really judge him, I am dead drunk, but I cant support this. I want to shout at him but as soon as I open my mouth something that is not words comes up. I head back to the bathroom.
I’m sitting on my bed finally at home. I look at my clock. 02:07. I’m so tired but I don’t feel like sleeping- mainly because I know I’m going to wake up with a horrible headache. I go on Instagram. I’m going through people’s stories without actually looking at them. Then I see him. He is smiling at me through the picture. He has such a beautiful smile omg did I really just think that? I ignore it. He is wearing a green sweater; it compliments his green eyes his eyes are so pretty and right after shut up brain.
I wanted to talk to him. So I just did. ‘’happy new year man’’ maybe it’s the alcohol. Shit I shouldn’t do this, I’m so drunk. But before I get the chance to delete the message he answers ‘’ thanks bro’’. I’m panicking. Maybe I shouldn’t answer. I do it anyway. ‘’how’s life bro?’’ shit I fucked up. He hates me. Why do I even care? ‘’nice hbu?’’ I just wrote what was on my mind “I hate Pokémon go” “its just sooooo baddd” “people got heart bc of it” “why are they keeping it?!” he replies: “true its just horrible, what were they thinking?!” oh shit. I think I need another shot to continue this conversation. I take another one. That is the last thing I remember.
I wake up with a horrible headache as predicted. I look at my clock. 12:53. Shit. Right behind the clock there is an Advil pill, a glass of water, and a note:
We need to talk.
Mom.
Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit. I take the pill, put on a shirt and go to the kitchen.
“Good morning, how did you sleep?” she wasn’t angry. Yet.
“Um, fine I guess. You wanted to talk about something?” I was I little scared.
“well, as a matter of fact, yes. You are just 15 years old Lucas. You cant just come home drunk in the middle of the night. I don’t care if its new years eve. This is unacceptable!” she looked at me with anger but I could see the disappointment in her eyes. I had nothing to say. “I’m sorry” I offered. She didn’t take it. “sorry isn’t enogh. You cant drink at 15. Its not okay. And I get the feeling its not the first time. Please don’t do it anymore”
I didn’t know what to do. I nodded and headed back to my room with my head down. I opened my phone. It was open on my Instagram. Shit I don’t remember a thing. I opened the last conversation. Fuck it was with him. Fuck what did I do?
We had a two hour long conversation. And I fucking missed it. How stupid can I be? It was a hilarious conversation. Nothing made sense. We talked about the most ridicules things. Honestly- it read as though we were friends for years, even though this was our first real conversation. I was very happy about it. Why was I so satisfies with myself. I just sat there, stared at my ceiling and smiled like an idiot. For no fucking reason.
I heared my phone buzz. I got a text. Maybe from him. I leaped towards my phone. It was from Emily: “hey babe, are we still on for our date for 2nite? 😉” shit I forgot. I forgot about my date with my gf. Fuck.
