I know I did this situation in my book Feel, but I also didn't relate at all whatsoever when I wrote it years ago...now, I can and know how to properly write it. So yeah, enjoy <3
Casey
I hate when Westley hangs out with his friends.
For hours, I've been sitting by my phone, checking every handful of minutes for a new notification. No matter how many times I try reassuring myself he's okay and safe, my mind manages to create scenarios to scare me again. I trust Westley, but I don't trust his friends. What if they try pulling something again?
To distract myself, I decide to draw. This doesn't help much, buts it's something at least. I rather spend my Friday night drawing and worrying than only worrying. How lame would that be?
Just as I'm being sucked into my art piece and my mind slips into ease, my phone rings. In a split second, the pencil in my hand is replaced with my phone, pressing the device against my ear. "Hey, West."
"This isn't West." Who the fuck is this chick? Why is she talking to me? Why does she have my boyfriend phone? Who does she think she is? "It's his friend Harper...so listen-"
"You're Harper?" Isn't this the girl that left Westley after 'taking his virginity'? What makes her think I want to talk to her? Based on the bitterness of my tone when saying her name, I'm sure Harper can tell how I feel about her already. "Where's Westley? Give him the phone."
"Listen to me, please." Oh, so she thinks she can give me attitude and demand things? No way in hell am I letter than happen. "Something happened to West."
My sour thoughts drop, replacing with worried one. What does she mean? Is he hurt? Did someone touch him? Where is he? Why isn't he on the phone instead? Where's my boyfriend? "What the hell do you mean?"
"It's a long story-"
"Tell me." I don't care if the story takes hours to tell, I need to know where my boyfriend is. I need to know what's happening. Why won't she just spit it out? "What happened?"
"Our friend gave Westley a special brownie and Westley didn't know that before he ate it...he ate most of it and didn't know it wasn't normal until it hit..now he's freaking out."
Oh gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh golly. Oh my goodness. Oh my lordy lordy. My boyfriend is greened out at his friend's house. Great. Awesome. That's speculatular. I'm not worried at all.
"You're kidding, right?" I wait for Harper to laugh and tell me it's a silly little prank. However, I am met with nothing but silence. Oh my fucking gosh, this can't be happening. I knew he shouldn't have gone to his friends house. "Where is he?"
"I locked him in a room so he doesn't get hurt." That's the smartest but dumbest thing I've ever heard someone do. I'm not sure whether or be upset or not. "He kept asking for you and tried calling you, but accidentally almost called the police. So, I took his phone."
She should've let him. "Send me the address."
"Now?"
"Yes, fucking, now." Harper mumbles out an apology before typing out the address and sending me it. I begin to put my shoes on before a thought strikes me. Wait a goddamn minute..."You let my boyfriend eat an edible and didn't tell him?"
"I wasn't in the room." I have a hard time believing that. What was she doing? Pissing while my boyfriend was getting drugged? Yeah, okay. "I didn't know he had one until Westley started acting weird and told me Allen gave him a brownie."
Who the hell is Allen? Who does he think he is tricking my boyfriend into eating a weed brownie? I swear, if I see his face, I'm going to bash it into the floor until he can't talk from all the teeth he's lost. "I'll be there in 10 minutes. Meet me outside. I don't want to see anyone else." Harper agrees, understanding my reason. "Can you stay with Westley until I get there?"
