"Hi." I said smiling as I walked back into the apartment. "Hey. How'd it go?" Chris asked. He was sitting on the couch eating some chips. I sighed. "He's still mad." I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. "I'm sorry." He said. "It's okay." "Give him some time. He'll be okay." He said. "I know." "Hey, don't get so worked up about it." He said walking up behind me. He put his arms around me. "I'm not." "You sound all shaken up." He said. I giggled. It was the drugs making me my voice shake. I turned around. "Are you cold?" He asked. I nodded. "Come on. Let's cuddle on the couch and watch Friends." He said. "I'll get a blanket." I felt horrible lying to him. I layed down on the couch. He walked back over to me with a blanket. "Were you crying?" He asked. "A little." He sighed. "Fuck." "What?" "Tell me how to help you." He said. "What do you mean?" I asked. He got on his knees and leaned over the couch. He put his hand on my arm. "Baby, you've gotta stop doing this." He said softly. "I called Brody after I bought it." I said getting upset. "I told him I needed his help. I told him I didn't have the guts to get rid of it. I asked him if he would come get rid of it and keep me company." "What did he say?" "He told me to just get rid of it myself basically." I said. "He doesn't understand." He climbed onto the couch and layed next to me. He held me in his arms. "What a jackass." He said. "I know." I sobbed. "I told him I thought he cared." "He does care, sweetie." He said. "He just doesn't understand it." "If he cared, he would have dropped what he was doing and came to help me." "Let's go to bed." He said. I didn't say anything. I just let him lead me to his bed. We layed down and he wrapped the covers around me. I did somehow manage to fall asleep, but I woke up a few hours later. I tried to sneak out of the bed quietly. "Where are you going?" He mumbled as I stepped onto the floor. "Bathroom." I whispered. "Shh. Go back to sleep." I heard him climbing out of bed as I reached the bathroom with my purse. I closed the door and locked it. I pulled the bag of coke out of my purse. "Blair?" I heard Chris say. "Yeah?" "Can I come in?" He asked. I stuffed it back in my purse, unlocked the door and sat down on the toilet to pretend I was peeing. "Yeah." I said. He opened the door and peaked in. I gave him a strange look. He walked in. "You okay?" He asked. "Just peeing." I said rubbing my eyes. I stood up. "False alarm." He pointed at my purse. "What?" I asked. He picked it up. I sighed and looked away. "I'm going to put it right here." He said. I looked at him. He was puting the bag of coke in the drawer next to the sink. "That way we both know where it is." He said. "Why?" I asked. "You won't understand why right now." He said. "But you will." I rolled my eyes. "I know you want it right now." He said. "Let's go back to bed." "Why do you have to know where it is?" I asked. "Is there a reason I can't know?" He asked. I sighed and stormed past him pushing him into the counter with my arm. I was really frustrated. I went to my bedroom and closed the door. I climbed into bed and heard my door open. "Chris, please just leave me be." I said trying not to cry. "Are we not in this together?" He asked. "I am so fucking confused right now." "It's me that needs to get through it. I can do it by myself." I said. "Alright." He said. He left the room and I started crying. I got out of bed and went to his room. He was just getting back in bed. "I do." I sobbed. "You do what?" He asked turning towards me. "I don't know." I said. "I do need you though." "Then please let me help you." He said. "I don't know how you can." I said. I walked over to him and he pulled me into the bed. He held me in his arms. "Let's just start out with being honest with eachother. No keeping secrets." He said.
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"Hi." I said smiling as I walked back into the apartment.
"Hey. How'd it go?" Chris asked. He was sitting on the couch eating some chips.
I sighed. "He's still mad." I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"It's okay."
"Give him some time. He'll be okay." He said.
"I know."
"Hey, don't get so worked up about it." He said walking up behind me. He put his arms around me.
"I'm not."
"You sound all shaken up." He said.
I giggled. It was the drugs making me my voice shake. I turned around.
"Are you cold?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Come on. Let's cuddle on the couch and watch Friends." He said. "I'll get a blanket."
I felt horrible lying to him. I layed down on the couch. He walked back over to me with a blanket.
"Were you crying?" He asked.
"A little."
He sighed. "Fuck."
"What?"
"Tell me how to help you." He said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He got on his knees and leaned over the couch. He put his hand on my arm. "Baby, you've gotta stop doing this." He said softly.
"I called Brody after I bought it." I said getting upset. "I told him I needed his help. I told him I didn't have the guts to get rid of it. I asked him if he would come get rid of it and keep me company."
"What did he say?"
"He told me to just get rid of it myself basically." I said. "He doesn't understand." He climbed onto the couch and layed next to me. He held me in his arms.
"What a jackass." He said.
"I know." I sobbed. "I told him I thought he cared."
"He does care, sweetie." He said. "He just doesn't understand it."
"If he cared, he would have dropped what he was doing and came to help me."
"Let's go to bed." He said.
I didn't say anything. I just let him lead me to his bed. We layed down and he wrapped the covers around me. I did somehow manage to fall asleep, but I woke up a few hours later. I tried to sneak out of the bed quietly.
"Where are you going?" He mumbled as I stepped onto the floor.
"Bathroom." I whispered. "Shh. Go back to sleep."
I heard him climbing out of bed as I reached the bathroom with my purse. I closed the door and locked it. I pulled the bag of coke out of my purse.
"Blair?" I heard Chris say.
"Yeah?"
"Can I come in?" He asked.
I stuffed it back in my purse, unlocked the door and sat down on the toilet to pretend I was peeing.
"Yeah." I said.
He opened the door and peaked in. I gave him a strange look. He walked in. "You okay?" He asked.
"Just peeing." I said rubbing my eyes. I stood up. "False alarm."
He pointed at my purse.
"What?" I asked.
He picked it up. I sighed and looked away.
"I'm going to put it right here." He said. I looked at him. He was puting the bag of coke in the drawer next to the sink. "That way we both know where it is." He said.
"Why?" I asked.
"You won't understand why right now." He said. "But you will."
I rolled my eyes.
"I know you want it right now." He said. "Let's go back to bed."
"Why do you have to know where it is?" I asked.
"Is there a reason I can't know?" He asked.
I sighed and stormed past him pushing him into the counter with my arm. I was really frustrated. I went to my bedroom and closed the door. I climbed into bed and heard my door open. "Chris, please just leave me be." I said trying not to cry.
"Are we not in this together?" He asked. "I am so fucking confused right now."
"It's me that needs to get through it. I can do it by myself." I said.
"Alright." He said. He left the room and I started crying. I got out of bed and went to his room. He was just getting back in bed.
"I do." I sobbed.
"You do what?" He asked turning towards me.
"I don't know." I said. "I do need you though."
"Then please let me help you." He said.
"I don't know how you can." I said. I walked over to him and he pulled me into the bed. He held me in his arms.
"Let's just start out with being honest with eachother. No keeping secrets." He said.
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