Will I Ever be Happy?

IAM'

nd death? That thin line where you're not

l that place

t bowl is your best friend

and right now I'm taking a swim

think I could explain

nds- maybe add in a few vivid images of Leo throwing up in the shower, Yen making out with two vol

ight one of those guys. He may be a solid 6'0, with the muscle that hockey requires,

bout how violated Leo's shower fe

d him time and time again that mixing vodka, lemon juice, cheap beer and ketchup together wo

en? Of course h

drunk, and very moody Leo Giveson today. I don't know how to explai

a gremli

learing up the no doubt disaster of a mess downstairs, makes my

upid fucking idea to have a par

occasion? Hmm

that we deserved a reward for su

night in with the boys, where we order at least

ived home from studying late at the library on Wednesday and our house was filled with

literally and figuratively commit suicide, almost like a reflex

suffocate myself with said pillow before

eer pong. His hair is ruffled around a bit and the bags under his eyes are more pro

ll with a loud groan. His blonde long-ish hair is knotted into oblivion and, although

up pillowcase as a shirt, an extre

gh out, the smell of vomit ma

you smell

rm around blindly and grabs my spare pillow, throwing it at

es out, his scratchy voice b

ooks like he go

ss to bounce slightly whilst his legs fall in

that I feel like crying whilst he looks like a

fuck off?" I moan at

ree musketeers right now. Menta

ss; his legs hanging over the edge of my bed frame, arms

ms, his loud volume inflicting a string of curses

esting considering he seems to be playing a sober cha

, Liam bounds into my room all dressed in his w

he tangle of limbs on my bed. "You can have cuddle time lat

the side of the bed, the pace I move in giving me a head rush

esperately trying to free my othe

! Thanks for reminding me Lo." Yen chee

s still standing in the doorway, tapping his foot imp

nry, Leo, Yen and I wou

under Henry and slaps onto my thigh with a wac

an iron fist and a zero-bullshit policy. If we

now when us boys are suffering from a hangover from hell and wo

o God, he

e wears three watches just to make triply sure

ay to the first practice and strolled into the rink all smiley and -shock h

Not one person was complaining

Leo whispers; sitting up and wiping, what I re

ly then that I realize that all four of them ar

ulders up- but he has somehow managed to get himself dre

ds some ser

of us all for breakfast anyway, so it won't make much of a differe

d out the door as soon as he mutters something a

eson throws up anywhere around

minutes- a second later and we'

sweatshirt and pair of black joggers- reminding myself to steal back my lucky beanie from J