Cassie Ainsworth (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cadet_cassie) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} expresslogs, |
"Oh yeah, pills are great just...fuck Chris we take so many, maybe...you know maybe it's not the best idea." Cassie had always loved pills, loved the feeling of being outside herself, or feeling confident and lovely, but Chris, he'd never cared what he took, anything and everything was fine, only maybe it wasn't, maybe it'd made everything worse. "I just worry about what they might do, and y'know this place is already pretty trippy, I can't imagine what it'd be like high. But yeah there are doctors and stuff, but just...be careful, yeah? I don't want anything happening to you, you know?"
It was so weird, they hadn't been that close when they'd first been at college, she hadn't really expected him to be as happy as he was to see her, and part of her wondered if he was just being nice, because was what Chris was - nice, better than nice really, she really hadn't deserved his friendship. But what he said was true, they were so alike. The biggest party animals, taking anything they could, fucking anyone they could. It was a wonder they'd never had sex actually, they had to have slept through half the population of Bristol that was under 18 between them. She wasn't really like that now, but only because of what had happened to him. Like her cleaning up her act was a mark of respect for him. "Well I was in a mental health clinic, so that probably didn't help," she said, "we should make up for lost time. Since it's just the two of us and everything." She beamed when he kissed her and said it back, an actual real smile, even though all the turmoil going on in her mind, because he was here now, and that was what really counted. "So you'll look after yourself, yeah? For me?" She asked.