FlameintheRoses
Lazy Homosapien
Winsley rolled her eyes when he mentioned that she needed rest. "Nooo," She whined, not wanting to sleep just yet. Even if she didn't want to go to sleep though, she didn't resist. There didn't need to be resistance if he was staying for the night. For once she was decently comfortable being in the arms of someone other than her friends, which was definitely a good change for her. It was new, something different and exciting. She nodded whenever he spoke, agreeing when he guessed that Patch would be in the other room. Still, guilt fell over her that she was leaving Patch alone that night, but she didn't want to leave Jay alone. She would still have Patch in the morning, but she wouldn't have Jay.
They reached the guest bedroom where Sage slept, and she was laid down on the mattress. She smiled brightly when he spoke of what they could do tomorrow, and it made her extremely happy. Before then she would have to fix things with her friends, but surely she figured that it wouldn't be too much of a problem. "Sounds like a plan." Her voice was quiet and content. She slowly closed her eyes, laying there in silence. It always took her a few minutes to sleep, and this wasn't an exception. During the silence, she curled up next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist. The physical contact helped her relax. Not too long after, she began to drift off.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Patch had been smoking. The room smelled heavily of weed, since she was intent on being high. During the night she snuck out into the kitchen and took some booze, deciding to drink away whatever anger or sadness that she felt. It was almost like Winsley didn't care anymore. Was some rich kid really above her, the one who had been there for her when she needed it most? The one who took care of her when she was down, and provided her with needs that she couldn't provide herself. It was saddening. She drank a bottle. Then two, then three. Soon she stumbled over to the couch with an empty bottle in hand, passing out not too long after. The joints that had once littered the cushions had been brushed off to lay on the floor. She knew that she wouldn't feel well in the morning once the hangover would begin, but she didn't care. All she cared about that night was to not feel anything.
They reached the guest bedroom where Sage slept, and she was laid down on the mattress. She smiled brightly when he spoke of what they could do tomorrow, and it made her extremely happy. Before then she would have to fix things with her friends, but surely she figured that it wouldn't be too much of a problem. "Sounds like a plan." Her voice was quiet and content. She slowly closed her eyes, laying there in silence. It always took her a few minutes to sleep, and this wasn't an exception. During the silence, she curled up next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist. The physical contact helped her relax. Not too long after, she began to drift off.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Patch had been smoking. The room smelled heavily of weed, since she was intent on being high. During the night she snuck out into the kitchen and took some booze, deciding to drink away whatever anger or sadness that she felt. It was almost like Winsley didn't care anymore. Was some rich kid really above her, the one who had been there for her when she needed it most? The one who took care of her when she was down, and provided her with needs that she couldn't provide herself. It was saddening. She drank a bottle. Then two, then three. Soon she stumbled over to the couch with an empty bottle in hand, passing out not too long after. The joints that had once littered the cushions had been brushed off to lay on the floor. She knew that she wouldn't feel well in the morning once the hangover would begin, but she didn't care. All she cared about that night was to not feel anything.