I LIIIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEE I AM AAAAALLLLLIIIIIVVVVVEEEEEEE
i can't tell you guys how fucking crazy life has been. sry for not updating but hey, 200k (now 208k)! i love you all. i owe you so much. i did split this into THREE diff chapters so yea it's kind of short and a filler but it like,,, precedes the next one. im publishing the other one TODAY AND THAT IS A MF PROMISE so NO IT'S NOT A CLIFFHANGER I PROMISE
anyways enjoy them getting shitfaced. i promise the whole focus on drugs will like,,,, go down. i might just be projecting at this point but yea she's a college student and she's dragging clay into it BUT I PROMISE IT WILL BE DECREASING DW DW i hope i haven't made anyone uncomfortable :(
lowkey kinda wanna write a life update idk i feel like it's really interesting bc it's a shitshow and might make some of u laugh but YEAH i hope everyone's doing okay and staying safe <3 DRINK WATER RN OR ELSE
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cw: smoking weed
it was friday. clay stood at the kitchen, sipping at an ice water while he heard muttered curses come downstairs as iris nearly tripped over her untied shoes. her hair wasn't brushed, and she was just shrugging on her backpack as she raced to the front door.
"iris!" clay called before she opened the front door. she glanced over her shoulder, eyes widening as clay brought her a starbucks cup with her favorite drink.
"what the fuck?" she blurted.
he rubbed the back of his head. "i'm sorry it's kind of melted. but i got you two shots and extra caramel for good luck on your exam."
maybe it was just because she woke up, but iris's eyes were locked onto the cup as if it had grown wings and legs. "i..." she blinked. "i didn't tell you what time i had it though—"
"hush, and just take the coffee." he pushed it into her hands. "drive safe, let me know how it goes." he walked back to the kitchen, but when he hadn't heard the front door open, he looked back. "you good, rye?"
she just held her cup of coffee, brows knit. "yeah." she cleared her throat. "yeah, i'm good." with that, she quickly opened the door and left, locking it behind her.
clay ran a hand through his hair, rolling his head around his neck to crack his joints.
♔♔♔
clay was lying upside down on the couch when iris finally came back. she kicked open the door, face pink from the heat despite it being mid-october, but her lips were set into a tight, thin line as she angrily chucked her shoes off. "whoa," clay said, sitting up. he had to wait for the world to piece back together (god forbid anemia). "what happened?"
she tied her hair up quickly, going into the kitchen and getting an ice water. "i'm going to hit someone," she murmured, staring at the ice cubes as her glass filled with water.
