🎶: 5 am by leith ross

finally, finally, your best friend jayce was throwing a party. you'd been begging him to throw one, in his rich piltie house, for ages. and plus, it'd probably help you get closer to vi.

vi, vi, vi, vi

ever since you met her you'd had the biggest crush on her, and you thought you might have a chance. like, cute femme with a big strong butch? yeah. you definitely had a chance. and she had flirted with you a bit when you met, so why not? you were definitely acquainted.

until you walked in, 20 minutes late to the party, and saw her with caitlyn kiramman. your heart dropped to your ass and you immediately ran to jayce for a fat joint. the only way to cope was to get incredibly stoned. maybe drunk too, anything to get the image of cait's hand on vi's huge arm out of your head.

a few hours later, you're stumbly and awkward and a little less sad. you're on one of jayce's couches, slumped and staring into space, but somehow still looking good. red eyes and a resting bitch face worked for you. you tug your skirt and sniffle.

you feel the couch dip beside you, and there she is. your prince charming, with a hickey on her neck. you almost throw up. you look away and try not to cry. but she doesn't seem to notice.