-Flashback-

I sobbed with a cold expression on my face. My hands shaking and my legs having the feeling of giving out. "Why are you doing this to me...you SAID you LOVED ME." I watched him slingged the duffle bag on his shoulder. "This was wrong..." He muttered. "IT DIDN'T FEEL WRONG! I LOVED YOU AND YOU LOVED ME!" I cried, my voice gone hoarse. "Maybe..maybe we were just better off as best friends." He said coldly. "...I knew...I knew we were better off as being friends.." I shook in my spot, my brain thinking of how it was when I first thought of him. "Then why? Why are we still here? Beyond the line?" The tired red swollen eyes of his looked at me with sympathy. "Because you started this."  I wanted to say out loud but I knew...That was a lie. "Because we chose this…We chose this-" 

"We chose this because we were young. We were stupid..." He cut me off. 

We were stupid, but I was stupid in love with you. After everything we helped each other through. He left me. Someone who I thought would stand by my side the longest, finally left me

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Chapter 1-

"Thank you for picking me up, Skittle" I said as I close the door to the Silver Ford Truck. "Yeah Yeah, better be glad your my friend. And I told you to stop calling me that!" Skittle, aka Zaynn, said with a scoff. He put his key back into the keyhole of his truck and twisted it while putting his seat-belt on. "Will you still call me Pig! It's only fair...Skittle" I chuckle.

Hi, I'm Lydia and this is my best friend of 13 years. We met in Elementary and we stuck together like hot glue after that. 

"So...Lydia...I have a question" Zaynn glanced at me while he drives down the road in pink skies. I hum, letting him know I'm with him. “Tomorrow my sister wants me to..visit..” His voice trailed off. I already knew. Zaynn’s parents are very…strict with stuff. They would hit him if he got below a B and send him outside to sleep. Nothing to eat, Nothing to drink. 

“Oh…” I whisper. “Could..Would you like-”

“Yeah. I know” I smile softly at him. “Thanks Lydia” He says with a sigh. We drove in silence but it was okay. Two broken people need each other. That's another reason we became so close to each other. His parents cared too much for him but my parents didn't even care for me. That's why I'm about to do what I'm about to do. 

“Thanks for the drive, Skittle” I smile. “You really think you're going by yourself?''He smirks, unbuckling his seat belt. “I need something to drink too”. Yeah, we're like every other teenager. We underage drink, but that's only to stop us from doing anything else that could ruin us forever. Like smoking or becoming a stripper like my sister. It might be illegal, but it is a coping mechanism. 

 We went inside the convenience store I go to every other day. “Hey Mr.” I said in my seductive voice with a smirk. “Hey there young lady” He smirked widely. I passed the convenience man with Zaynn. He laughed hard at this point.

“Shush. This is how I don't get in trouble!” 

“Oh ho- pft- The power of seduction” He wheezed as he reached for the vodka. I reached for the red whine. We grab some snacks like cheese puffs and some sour candies. We walked back to the counter and I batted my eyes at him. The perverted convenience man ringed us up. “Date Of Birth…You look like you're old enough to handle this” The man chuckled at me with a wink. “2001 sir” Zaynn smirked. “Both of us”.

We walked out of the convenience store giggling, ready to go to his house, get drunk and watch the new Puss In Boots movie. “Your house?” I asked. He nodded his head while getting out of his parking spot. I smiled at him.

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I slip my fluffy black slippers on and drag them through the empty apartment. I was making my way to the apartment's kitchen. 

Crackers...Saltines...and Gatorade. That's what I need

My head was banging so bad. A hangover. That's what I had. I had redeemed my old habit of drinking the pain away. That was the only way I knew. I stumbled to the cabinets. Opening and closing each one of them over and over and over again in search of those things.

My head was banging so bad. A hangover. That's what I had. I had redeemed my old habit of drinking the pain away. That was the only way I knew how to cope. I knew it wasn't healthy in general but it was healthy for me to do this. This means I wasn't completely at a loss with the world.

Guess we're out…

I sigh as I trott back to my bed. Alone, Cold covers. He wasn't here…again. My phone screen brightened a picture of us...us crazy kids from high school.

Maybe things need to get better....

Skittle: If you're awake, you can see that I am not home. I'm on a trip with a couple of friends from back then...When I get back we really need to talk about this..US...Ill talk to you later. Bye

I groan and untangle my hair with my hand in frustration. I didn't care for those snacks anymore. My stomach curled as I thought of what has been going on with us. I didn't want to point it out but...I guess it's been brought up out of the basement. I stroll out of my bedroom that I had just entered.

I need a REALLY good bubble bath...