how it feels to be alive {tom riddle}

fifteen: fling

"That's so good. I'm so glad you got out of that place. It was so toxic." Mel commented, putting a hand on Lucia's shoulder.

Mel had been kind enough to have Lucia stay at her apartment many times when Lucia's home life got too much. Always a shoulder to cry on, or a person to get drunk enough to forget with.

"And Mr. Dreamy from Alannah's? Don't dodge that question." Darcy added, raising her eyebrows.

"Well, Tom's been staying in the hotel with me... I don't even know what we are to be honest. He's... He's wonderful, but in the long run I don't know if our lives would allow us to go further than a little fling." Lucia sighed.

"He seems really great." Mel contributed.

"He's really not like anyone I've ever met before. I feel like I'm only just beginning to understand him. I guess I'm just lucky to have him now, even if it isn't forever." Lucia said, fiddling with the olives in her drink.

"But the real question is... what's he like in bed?" Darcy elbowed Lucia, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"That's the thing, we haven't even slept together yet." Lucia told them, knowing they would be disappointed about the lack of details she could give them. "It's the slowest I've ever moved with someone, but to be honest it's also the most connected I've felt with a person. Don't get me wrong, we've made out many times that almost went further and I gave him a blowjob the other day. But as much as I want to go there with him, it doesn't feel like the most important thing, you know?"

"Sounds like you've got yourself a keeper. I started to think I might have something with one of the men at the publishing house, but as soon as I showed any kind of response to his affection he made it very clear he just wanted to get between my legs." Mel said regretfully, "God, I hate men sometimes."

"That's so disgusting. Remember that guy I went on a date with last year who prepared a whole speech about the importance of sex on the first date? Something about trying before you buy." Lucia laughed, "Let's just say I was out of there before he got to the health benefits of the human orgasm."

Darcy choked on her drink, some spurting in front of her as she tried to regain her composure.

"Fuck, most men ain't shit. Keep those decent ones ladies, you know how foul and loathsome the other fish in the sea are." Mel said, raising her drink in a toast.

"To the rarity of decent men, and to those who can locate the clitoris." Darcy announced, clinking her glass with the others who were laughing uncontrollably.

"I've missed spending time with you guys." Lucia said slightly solemnly as they calmed down.

When Darcy and Mel were still in school, the three could hang out so much more frequently. But since Darcy and Mel had moved on to the hustle of adult life, they hardly could find times when they were all free.

"I miss you guys too. But you can always visit. Just rock up out of nowhere and demand my time, and I'll pull a sicky." Mel assured.

"Yes, you can always help me with my assignments Lucia. You've always been the brains of the group." Darcy smiled.

"That is totally not true, remember when I gave you what I thought was molly but it was actually ketamine? I don't think it gets much dumber than that." Lucia scoffed.

"Yeah I still haven't totally forgiven you for that." Darcy laughed, "Bloody strong ketamine at that. It was still a good night though."

"For sure." Lucia shook her head.

"Which reminds me, I brought the little green something you wanted." Darcy remembered, "I'll give it to you on the way out."

"Life saver. Thank you so much." Lucia said appreciatively.

"Lucia, please try not to slip into that again." Mel sighed, always having been the responsible one of the three, "I know weed is okay, but last time... it went a bit far. I don't want to have to try DIY detox you from heroin in my bathroom again."

"Mel, I promise I won't, it's just to relax a bit." Lucia assured.

"If you say so, but if Tom comes running to me to help get you clean, I won't have the heart to tell him it isn't the first time it's happened." Mel said sternly.

"Okay, Mother." Lucia teased, but she knew Mel was right in what she was saying, "But I wouldn't get to that stage again."

Mel just raised her eyebrows and took a sip from her almost empty glass.

"I promise." Lucia repeated, hating the looks of concern and sympathy written all over her friends' faces.

It was different this time. She was sure of it.

author's note

sorry it's been a couple of days since I updated, I'm doing exams at the moment so my brain is literally exploding.

I had written something yesterday but I didn't like it, so I ended up writing a totally different chapter to what I'd planned as I feel like this one fits the story more.

I in no way intend to glamourise addiction in my writing, as its something that hits quite close to home. So rest assured I won't ever be acting like its something desirable.

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