"Cocaine in your bitch brain, I make it rain where my bitch say. No pain when my mind fade, I've been high since last Friday. Dope veins wear the cold chain,
switchin' lanes bumpin' Gucci Mane."
_________

"jesus," i muttered, feeling increasingly light headed. these guys could smoke like chimneys and drink alcohol like their life depended on it.

looking around for a place to be able to get away for a little while, i found the perfect option. on the second floor, there was a sliding glass door that led out to a dimly lit patio. i nodded my head, happy that i'd be able to decompress for a moment.

i let myself out and sighed when i felt the cool air touch my skin, surrounding me in comfort like gustav had earlier. i thought back to the hug and began blushing again but i shook my head trying to clear my thoughts—also focusing on not puking my soul out of my body.

there was a nice deck chair that i spotted and i made my way over, planting myself down on it.

man, these guys know how to throw parties.

i could still faintly hear the music pouring out of the open windows and reverberating off the walls—coupled with the multicolored lights shining out as well.

closing my eyes, just for a moment, i tried to just be completely calm and still. which, isn't exactly my forte—explaining my near crippling xanax addiction.

reminding myself of xanax, i took out my wallet and looked to see if i had any spare pills tucked in there for safe keeping or emergencies like this one. i triumphantly smiled when i found two bars, chucking them into my mouth and swallowing them dry.

regret filled my body almost immediately. i've never had to worry about it, but i'm 90% sure you aren't supposed to mix those with alcohol.

but.. peep does it all the time. i should be okay, right?

well, if i die then i die. at least i won't have school anymore.

i shook the thought out of my mind again and simply just decided i wouldn't worry about it.

i pulled my phone out of my back pocket and scrolled through facebook, laughing at a couple of memes and finally relaxing.

i saw my dad was active on facebook, and i thought about messaging him to come get me. i've always really been a home body and isolated myself so it's not like it would be a new thing for me.

just as i was about to message him, i heard the sliding glass door open.

i turned my head to see who it was, and it was my favorite little alien.

"hey," he greeted, and i lethargically waved at him. "you feelin' alright?" i just simply nodded my head, not wanting to explain that i think i'm just a little too intoxicated.

he pulled out a deck chair next to me and sat down in it, getting comfortable.

"i'm sorry i'm the one who invited you here, and i've barely spoken to you the whole time. how 'bout i learn a little more about the mysterious evelyn woods," he suggested with a cute smile. it was hard to say no to that face.

"what would you like to know?"

"when's your birthday? favorite color, favorite flower?" i liked the favorite flower question because no one has actually asked me that before.

"april 24th, 2000. green, and my favorite flower has to be poppies." his eyes widened dramatically.

"you're seventeen?" he guffawed.

"uh, yeh."

"well. you're a whole minor," he joked. i rolled my eyes, not internally this time. "poppies are pretty though."

we sat there for a moment, not exactly saying anything.

"lil pump is seventeen." i said a little lower than i had intended to. bexey turned his head toward me.

"what?"

"i said lil pump is seventeen." he nodded knowingly, smiling the whole time.

"that's true."

for some reason things seemed awkward, so i decided to stay silent instead of saying something i might regret. i wanted to question bexey about some of his more personal details of his life, but i didn't want to cross any lines.

"why'd you come out here?"

"i don't know. i just needed to breathe for a moment."

"have you ever actually been to a party before?" i shook my head no, and he burst out laughing. i smiled back at him, enjoying the beautiful sound that erupted out of him.

"damn, kid." i furrowed my eyebrows angrily.

"i am not a kid!"

"wow, that's the loudest i've heard you get since i've met you."

"we met four hours ago." i reminded him.

__________