Fight, make up and love [cherrie]

Sutton had only fell asleep half an hour ago. The rolled up 'cigar' was still in her hand, and the room didn't smell of her usual Chanel no.5 perfume. It smelled of something that Sutton often smelled at parties. It wasn't pleasant, and she looked like a horrible mess. There were multiple empty bottles of vodka, whiskey, and beer. It was like she raided a bar. Sutton didn't even feel bad about her drug abuse. She wasn't addicted, but she usually mixed the two with pain killers. She had opened the bottle, only to find that none was left. The small bottle was still lying oncthe hardwood floor, as if she had taken the pills. She knew it wasn't smart, but she didn't have E with her, neither did she have Sprite ir purple cough syrup, so she would have to deal with the 'cigars' and the alcohol. She still had a whole safe full of Vodka. She has enough to last her a whole month.

Sutton stirred, mumbling something about alcohol and meth. She resorted to drugs, so what? Sutton opened her eyes, her vision was blurred, and the red tint in her cheeks told that she was still drunk. She smiled, smelling the familiar scent of Kyle. She looked up, not recognising the ceiling. Her's was painted light purple. When did ut become plain white? She buried her face into a pillow that she didn't realize was someone else's.

Sutton groggily got up, completely disregarding Kyle. She took a few steps before she crashed to the ground, practically yelling for her weed drunkenly. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily. She then fell asleep again, a small devious smile on her face, but tears rolling down her cheeks. She was a complete mess, and everyone knew not to bother Sutton when she was wasted, because they were going to have to endure her complete and utter bi-polar behavior.

She didn't notice Kyle there at all. She was too occupied. She also needed more water. Sutton had pills in her alcohol cabinet, but they weren't prescribed for her. They were prescribed for her mother. She had stolen it from her mother a while ago, before she had gone to camp. Just in case she needed it. But she never found a use for this. She had loved Kyle, but he probably hated her right now. He probably replaced her with a better girl. A girl that wasn't a half druggie. A girl that was nice, with strawberry blonde hair and tanned legs.

Sutton muttered profanities drunkenly, noticing that Kyle was talking to her. She was smiling sadistically. Sutton opened her eyes, still half asleep. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she didn't look like her normal healthy self anymore. She looked over into his eyes, her hand cupping his cheek. She snorted, "Pathetic." she said. Though a few seconds later, it seemed as she had changed her mind. "It's not your fault. It was mine." she said, bursting into tears. This was what most people feared. They feared Sutton McKinney drunk and butthurt.

The girl closed her eyes, almost falling asleep again, but rummaging through her pockets for a certain 'cigar' that she had stuffed in her pocket before passing out. She took it out, hands shaking and grabbed her lighter, not being able to light it, she banged her head against the wall, curling up in a ball and crying.

The girl's usually shining blonde hair was now a dull, flat color. She had dark circles under her eyes, and she longed for his touch. She wanted to hug him, that was it, but she didn't. He would probably push her away and call her a freak. She felt like throwing up, and grabbed the plastic wastebasket, throwing up into it multiple times. Her body was desperately trying to get rid of the alcohol in her system, but she had been drinking for at least 5 hours non-stop. It would take a while.

Sutton smiled, running a bit to catch up. "Aw comon, you know I suck at guessing!" she protested. It was true. She could be so blind at times. Sutton interlaced her fingers with his, acting like a little girl. She wasn't in her usual attire, and she was pretty sure that nobody could recognize her. At least, not until she wanted to be found. She hadn't felt so happy spending time with anyone else in her life. And that was a fact.