Tags: Fluff, Panic attack, Bart lowkey hates himself, soft, light weed smoking.
Summary- Bart gets dragged to a party by Nokia and he doesn’t appreciate that.
I woke up at 2pm to the sound of knocking at my room door. Visibly tired, I answer the door to see Nokia standing before me. He’s definitely been up for a while compared to me.
“Damn dude how long have you been asleep?”
“Just.. just woke up” I said in a groggy tone.
“Oh my fault, I was going to tell you you’re coming to this party with me whether you like it or not. It’s my friend’s birthday and I think you’ll really like him. It starts at 10pm so sleep as much as you need.”
I couldn’t even get a word in to debate before he closed my room door. I sighed. I hate parties. Bunch of sweaty, high and drunk people near each other who won’t even remember the day when they wake up. It’s a stupid concept. For the next 8 hours it felt like I was in limbo. My head racing with thoughts on how I should dress, approach people, and who this mysterious friend is.
9pm rolled around quicker than I wanted it to. I throw on my favorite shirt, the water droplet shirt, a white shirt underneath and a pair of white bootcut jeans. Black belt to keep them up and regular black shoes. By 9:40 I heard another knock and the door swings open
“Y- yeah I need to put some cologne on really quick, I’ll meet you at the car?”
With that he closes the door. I looked at myself in the mirror and immediately felt stupid. I stopped and put the cologne on, heading out the door. Nokia was bumping some bullshit out the car so I giggle at him, hopping in the passenger seat.
“Alrighty!! Let’s party!”
He’s way more excited compared to me but I shrug it off with a smile. I fiddle with the hem of my shirt until we finally arrive. It was a lot of people, cars lined up down the street. We found a parking spot and walked in. The music hurt my head immediately, flashing lights and people already drunk made me nauseous.
“Okay I might leave you for a bit to find the birthday boy, you’ll be okay for a bit right?”
Like that he left me all alone and confused. It smelt like green apple four lokos and weed. The air felt thick and heavy. I wanted to puke. Everything was overwhelming. Sounds started to mix with other sounds and people started to look blurry as tears welled up in my eyes. I hate parties. I looked around the crowds of people to find a bathroom, brushing against too many people for comfort. Their eyes on me made me feel even worse. I chewed my bottom lip to hold back my pitiful tears.
I finally found a bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror and crying. I sat on the floor, knees to my chest wallowing in pain. My breathing so heavy it felt like I was dying. I wanted out of this place. I want to go home and sleep forever. Music muffled from outside made me feel even worse. I kept sobbing, trying to regroup myself before Nokia came back. Until I heard a knock and a push from the door opening.
“Oh shit- my bad g I didn’t realize someone was in here”
I look up at the guy with tears still in my eyes. He was an average white guy overall, only thing to make him stand out was his tattoos on both arms and knuckles. He dressed kind of funny, like he was straight from 2016. I watched the realization set into his face as he sees the tear streaks on my face.
“Are you okay man what’s wrong??”
“No im- im fine don’t worry about me just a little anxious.”
“Well I can’t just not worry.” He says sitting on the floor next to me, grazing my shoulder with his hands.
“For one I am the birthday boy and secondly I hate seeing people cry for real. So what’s up?”
The realization set in for me. This was the guy Nokia wanted me to meet this entire time.
“I just.. don’t like crowds I don’t know why my friend dragged me here.”
“Ah shit fair enough. Who’s your friend?”
“Nokia.. he actually brought me here because of you. He said we would make great friends I guess.”
“Oh you’re the guy he was talking about!! Nice to finally meet you. I’m Smokey” He put out his hand to dap me up, I really didn’t want to but I did it anyways with a smile.
“I’m Bart.” It was hard for me to hold conversation, especially after being so scared of being here to begin with.
“If you really can’t handle the crowd you can go to my room. There shouldn’t be anyone in there to trigger you or anything.”
“Really??” I felt relieved; his presence had already calmed me down some but a quiet spot was even better.
“Yea dude of course! Clean your face and stuff I can step out and wait for you. I’ll bring you there.”
“That’d be great thank you.” He stepped out with a thumbs up. Nokia was completely right. We do get along well.
I cleaned my disheveled face with some tissues, staring in the mirror to make sure I didn’t cry anymore. I walked out the bathroom, smoothing out the ends of my shirt.
“Okay it’s just right up this hallway here.” I followed behind him trying to not focus on everything else.
“Here you are!” He opens the door like it’s a magic showcase. I giggled a bit, sitting on a white bed.
“Yeah this obviously isn’t my room I rented out some shitty airbnb for this so..” I nodded, I wouldn’t give my address to a bunch of randoms either.
“Wanna roll up with me? I’ll leave you alone after.”
He sat next to this nightstand to roll up, moving closer to me after he was done. We talked a bit about random things and it helped me a lot. I didn’t feel as bad anymore and the weed was making me sleepier by the minute.
“You look like you’re about to pass out. You can sleep here if you want and I’ll tell Nokia you’re in here when he’s ready to go.”
“Sounds good… thank you really.”
He helped me get comfy to sleep. The silence between us is deafening. I wanted to hug him or something but my brain wouldn’t let me. I instead held my arms out.. which most people get the memo from that. He did, sitting down next to me once more and hugging me. He smelt like weed and a green apple four loko. For once this smell felt pleasant to me, comforting even. He then angled my head down a bit, gently kissing my hair.
“Alright man goodnight.” He acted nonchalant but I can tell he was just as nervous as me. I smiled at him softly
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