@antmounds || starter
“ yo, badger. “ it was a sunny afternoon, the two friends sat in jesse’s house, the stereo blaring some sort of rap music. ever since jane’s death -- jesse hadn’t been the same. he was a mess. a drug addict who didn’t want help. badger was always there for him, ever since he was a damn teenager. that boy was there for him. even now, while he suffered through an awful heroin addiction. “so, i was thinking. we should order some pizza. i’m starving -- first, i gotta piss.” jesse’s excuse as he would go to the bathroom -- get his kit out and shoot up. he was so far along in his addiction, that it wouldn’t make him fall back like it use too. now, he was somewhat functioning. his words would slur sometimes, his eyes getting hooded. badger probably knew, but he lied to himself and told him he didn’t. it was about a 15 minute piss, no wonder. he walked out of the bathroom, wiping off his clothes as he stumbled the slightest. “ did you call? “ like he asked him too -- he didn’t, he just implied it. hell, he even said he was going to piss first. his brain was not all there at the moment, not anymore. he sat beside his friend on his shifty couch. “ hope you ordered my favorite. “ he was leaning a bit on badger without any realization, his body slack against his. he was comfortable now. didn’t feel so sad. for a brief second, he forgot the pain of jane’s passing. he just felt good.










