takecourage | (no subject)

Her hands are trembling, a little, when she takes her phone out of her pocket. Kavinsky's altoids tin is still stuffed in the back pocket of her jeans, and she's still thinking about getting high. Eddie had refused to smoke a joint with her and, at the time, she'd been pissed but, now, she actually thinks she likes him more because of it. It would have been really easy, she figures. Kavinsky's dream weed is easily the best she's ever smoked.

She keeps thinking about the pills. She doesn't even know what all of them are, but she keeps picturing him rolling them between his fingers, all shapes and sizes and colours of the rainbow, any one of them enough to make her fly. She thinks Danny would probably let her get away with a joint - she doesn't think he'd be as quick to forgive the pills, though.

She fires off a text as she walks.

Need help. Coming over.

She doesn't wait for him to reply before she sets off in the direction of the town house, her hands thrust deep into the pockets of her coat. If he's not home, she'll just sit on the stoop and wait.

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He doesn't like the text. It doesn't sit well with him, makes his stomach feel like he's swallowed a damn rock, and he frowns down at his phone for a long time, trying to figure out what to say. Ultimately, he just sends back, Im here, still bad with texting and punctuation, but Alex won't care.

Then he grabs a coat, because it's started getting colder, and he heads out to sit on the front stoop and smoke while he waits for her.

Maybe he should have gone to meet her, but he's not sure where she's coming from, and maybe she needs the walk anyway. Needs a few minutes alone before she says to him whatever it is she needs to say.