♡Lucky Ones♡ [Completed]

Chapter Ten

The Cheap Bouqet

“What do you mean?!” I yell at Ronnie. I don’t understand. He’s sitting here telling me that this happiness I have isn’t going to last long. I mean duh, I know that, but why is he saying, our happiness isn’t going to last.

“I mean you and Vic. Right now, you guys are all happy dandy. But we know Vic. Ever since Cara, he’s been hooking up with randoms. Right now, you’re holding him back. But when he gets tired, he’s going to dump and trash you. We really don’t want that.” this made the anger boil inside me. But it went away when I realized it’s kinda true. But I hope it doesn’t end that way. Ronnie shrugged his shoulders and I went to find Vic. I walked to the interview tent. Only person there was Austin.

“Hey Austin. Have you seen Vic?” he shook his head. I gave him a small smile and headed off. Austin and I are on good terms. We’re working our way up to being friends. Everyone was packing up for the 12 hour journey to Las Vegas. I’ve looked everywhere but he’s nowhere in sight. I had to go, the buses were cranking up. I ran to my bus and saw Miley crashed on the couch. Max was working on a new beat and Ryan was smoking weed. Yup typical day. I walked towards the bunks and I screamed.

“What the fuck?!?!?!” Vic was sitting on my top bunk hand between crossed legs, Pikachu hat on top of his beanie, bottle of beer in hand as he stares at the wall. I climb up the bunk and look at his eyes. He’s zoned out. It’s hard to tell if he’s drunk, stoned, or both. I spoke slowly so he could understand me.

“Victor. Are. You. Okay?” his eyes slowly meet mines. Then he falls forward to the floor. I put a hand over my mouth. He doesn’t moves. But I can tell he’s still breathing. I dial my brothers number.

“Hey David. What do you do to a person who is stoned drunk?” Kyle and David are always stoned drunk.

“Is he passed out?” I nudged my foot into his stomach. Not so much as a grunt.

“Definitely.”

“Okay, lift him to the bottom bunk so when he rolls, it won’t be as far as a drop. Put a heating pack on his face, water, and Tylenol. For now.”

*Boop*

“Shit Kyle! Did we just run over a fucking squirrel?” Silence. “A fucking skunk! There’s blood on the window! Ellie call you back!” I stare at my phone. A skunk? I groan and struggle to pick up Vic and throw him onto the bunk. I grab a heating pack from Ryan’s bunk and plug it in. while waiting it to heat, I get some water and Tylenol. I put the pack on his face and sit next to him. His hands and legs are shaking nonstop. Man how much weed did Ryan give him? I remember the first time Ryan and I went through a withdrawal.

*Flashback 0f 2o1o*

“Ryan, what the hell is this?” it was a glass tube thing with a grass stuffed in it. Smoke was acuminating.

“It’s a bong. Dude, put your mouth on it and inhale. It’s going to be great.” I did what he said. I put my  mouth on it and inhale. I choked and coughed the first three times. But by the third time, it was relaxing. We took turns with the bong and by nine at night, we went through half a pound of weed. But night time was the worse. My head was killing me. my hands and legs were jittery. Lying in bed while all this is happening is nerve racking. Ryan came in minutes later in the same state. We sat in bed together. Shaking and crying and what we thought, dying. Our eyes were blank, wide, and empty. By morning, our heads hurt so much. We couldn’t walk or talk without sounding stupid.

*Flashback 0ver*

I chuckle at the thought. I haven’t smoked it since. I mean half a pound in three hours.

Whoa.

Ryan doesn’t smoke as much so the withdrawals aren’t bad when he can’t smoke for a couple days. Vic on the other hand was just as bad as we were when we first did it. I look at Vic’s trembling lips. I kissed them slightly and they formed into a smile.

“Vic?”

“Man, Ryan is trill.”

“You mean chill?” I ask.

“No, I mean trill. Ryan and I were talking. When we get to Las Vegas, we’re having our first official date.”

“Oh, so taco trucks don’t count as dates?” I didn’t get an answer. I got a snore instead. I put a blanket on him and climbed on my bunk. I need a nap myself. I braid my hair up and check my messages one last time. I go to bed dreaming of that poor skunk.