My hands are shaking and I don’t know the reason for it. I’ve been throwing up all afternoon and shitting some green shit. Justin had me removed from the room we shared to my own. I don’t need him, I keep telling myself that. I can do things on my own… all by myself.nextI’ve haven’t picked up my in… I believe a day. Maybe all the shitting is withdrawals. Doubt that. Been through all of that last summer when she…
I’m craving vodka. I hate that crap but I want it. Lance raided my room so there’s no alcohol in here. Only ice. Ice. Craving is becoming stronger.
I’m sweating. Specially in places I never knew I could. I need that drink now. Lance. Fuck. What room.
I open my door and race down the hall, knock on some random door. Better be Lance. It swings open and… I literally shit my pants. I can feel it running down the back of my legs.
JC crosses his arms before his naked chest. A cigarette wedged between his lips burns unnoticed . An evil glare. I shit again and gag at the smell. He never flinches, only takes a step back and I slowly and cautiously enter his room. I smell Iceberg.
Another man is in here. JC never wears that cologne. Could it be Justin? No… he’s with Britney tonight. I walk further into the room and I see a sleeping [male] figure in his bed. His blonde hair sticks out from the covers that he has pulled over his head. I want to know who that is… I know that smell.
JC grabs the back of my neck and pushes me into the bathroom. The cigarette still sits on his lips. Ashes fall to the ground but he takes no notice. He motions for me to step into the shower and I do.
Hot water. He turned on the shower and drenches me with water until I can’t smell my shit anymore. He leaves the room for a minute and comes back with some clean clothes. He places them on the counter next to the sink and puts the cigarette out in the shower. In fact, I think he was trying to throw it at my head but missed and got my leg. No words ever come from us as he helps me out of my clothing and into the clean ones.
The mystery man’s smell is all over these clothes. They might be his and I want to ask but don’t. JC would never tell me. After I’m cleaned and the smell is gone, he walks out of the bathroom and allows me to follow.
He sits on the edge of the bed and lights another cigarette. The figure rolls over, glancing up to see where JC was. He whispers something I can’t understand.
JC simply says nothing. I help myself to his fridge and take all the vodka bottles I could collect. He does nothing as I walk out the room.
But before I leave, the mystery man lifts his head again and reaches for JC’s shoulder who ends up shrugging him off.
Oh shit. That was… nah, couldn't have been.