Mikels head spun but he sort of liked the feeling that hadn’t been there in awhile. The sad fact is because he quit everything his tolerance was very low and everything was hitting him quickly. He didn’t want to stop though. What was the point of stopping anymore? He didn’t think it mattered. There was no one to impress or even anyone there to keep him grounded. He had more fun this way. He was never stressed and his anxiety never got the best of him. He lined up some shot glasses, not to mention ones that were incredibly expensive and his mom had just recently gotten. He lazily poured a line of liquid across them all, more of it making it on the outside of the glasses. “Cheers to life being garbage!” He said raising his up high before tilting his head back and swallowing the whole thing. It going down more like water now. The group he was with followed suit.
Every time the door open his head shoot that way. It was just Valerie this time. She had been here before and looked like she was on a mission as she walked right to the elevator. The elevator was only here because my mom thought someday his grandpa would come back from Paris and move in with them but Mikel knew better. He knew he would never come back. There was nothing here for him really anymore. Mikel felt the same way and couldn’t wait to get out of here the minute he graduated. More now than ever.
This time when the door opened it was the girl who not only can take his breath away with one glance but also shattered whatever small strings he had left at this point keeping him sane. He felt his lips go up in a small grin but he wiped it away, literally. He used his hand to wipe across his lips and they went back to a frown. She didn’t see him right away which bought him time to drink some more. He knew in the morning he would hate himself for over medicating himself but right now he didn’t want anything else. He had strategies to help his high emotions but he threw those to the wind the second he came home.
He threw back another shot and heard an angelic voice apologizing to him. “Mikel, I’m sorry.” He looked over at her. His eyes had nothing left in them and his head tilted to the side. “Sorry for kissing another guy or just sorry I saw?” He hated cheating. He swore to himself he would never cheat and he would never be on the other side of it either. He pushed himself away from the counter and group of people, brushing up on her arm slightly as he walked. His hands tapping on his thighs playing some song, even though it wasn’t even close to what was actually playing.
“Let me guess you want to talk?” He asked her and started towards the stairs, he looked back at her slightly wondering if she would follow. He may be in another place right now but he knew he didn’t want to do this in front of everyone. He didn’t need her to feel anymore embarrassed and he didn’t want people to see him sad. Showing off his emotions made him weak, he learned that from his dad. He went to the one room of the house he knew no one was. His bed room. On the door was a make shift tapped up sign that meant to say ‘do not f*cking enter’. But the reality is he was already drunk when he wrote it and every other word was spelt wrong.
It was an incredible mess in here. All his precious pictures on the floor and scattering his bed. Even his favorite camera wasn’t on his desk for the first time in forever. It laid on the ground at the foot of the bed. “So let’s talk.” He said in a mumbled as he said down on the edge of the bed, leaning back into his elbows to support him. “Tell me how you love him and the kiss was so amazing, it was magical perhaps? Stop me if I’m wrong.” He said but wasn’t looking at her while he spoke. He always looked into her eyes when he spoke but not this time. He looked at his own fingers. The nail polish on them chipped away and he only wore one ring compared to the usual collection.
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