6

                                    

                                          
"I want to get drunk." I told Liam the next morning. Well, more like afternoon, seeing as we didn't even wake up until three.
                          
"Louis, we were drunk last night." He giggled. 
                          
"I know. I liked it. Can we do it again?" I pouted.
                          
"You can't drink too often, Lou. It'll harm you." He warned. Like I really cared what happened to my gross body at this point, anyway.
                          
"It's just twice in a row!" I argued.
                          
"Why do you even want to get drunk?" He frowned.
                          
"I just do." I lied. 
                          
"Why?"
                          
"Because it was fun!" I exclaimed. 
                          
"Fucking me was fun?" He chuckled. 
                          
"Well, yeah. But I want to be drunk again." I admitted.
                          
"You're so eager, honey. Why?" He wondered.
                          
I sighed. 
                          
"Because it gets my mind off of him." I mumbled the confession. 
                          
"Oh." He said. I nodded, looking at the floor. 
                          
"I'm sorry." I sighed, plopping down onto the couch.
                          
"Don't apologize, honey. I do wish you would get over him, though. You deserve someone who's going to treat you right and someone who will tell you constantly how amazing you are. You deserve someone who will be loyal and honest." He told me. I smiled half heartedly. 
                          
"I guess."
                          
"Is there anything else that'll get your mind off of him?" Liam questioned. 
                          
I shrugged.
                          
"I don't know. I doubt it."
                          
He frowned.
                          
"That sucks. I don't want you to drink too much alcohol, though. It's bad for you, and it could kill you." He reminded me. I sighed again.
                          
"I know. But, to be fair, I am an adult and I can make my own choices." I pointed out. He frowned at my statement, because he knew it was true.
                          
"What if I knew another way to get your mind off of him?" Liam asked.
                          
"I'm not in the mood for sex." I quickly told him before he could even suggest it.
                          
"No no, not sex." He said. That's when I got confused.
                          
"What then?" I asked.
                          
"What if we got you high?"