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"At least we got good friends giving me great times."

Who: Justin Campbell and Amarlie-Rose Satori with anyone else who wants to jump in
What: Overdue Squad Chillout
Where: Casa de Campbell, Upper East Side
When: Weekend Sleepover

It had been way too long since their squad had a decent hangout. There had been the holidays and a bunch of family shit going on - not to mention Justin discovering he had a long-lost biological birth mother out there who loved him - that time just got away and they hadn't had a chance to get together as a group. Those of them that lived at Casa de Campbell decided this weekend was it, and PJs and hot chocolate were a much, considering they were expecting snow. It was the shitty weather that had them deciding a sleepover would be fun. There was plenty of room and it would give them the chance to hang out and have fun, especially with Justin's tour due to kick off in a few weeks where he and a lot of his friends who worked with him would be on the road soon.

Dressed in his fluffy rainbow onesie PJs, Justin grabbed a Krispy Kreme donut and a can of Diet Dr Pepper and leapt over the back of the couch, dropping in the spot right up next to his sister, Amarlie, giving her a mischievous grin. "So - how about them vajayjays?" he asked pointedly, licking some donut glaze off his pinkie finger.

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Kip was only here because Shannon talked him into it. It wasn't that he didn't want to be here, it was just that he had been struggling a lot with depression recently. He had depression ever since Shannon's accident and it reared it's very ugly head once he got messed up with drugs again and subsequently diagnosed with epilespy caused by his addiction. It gave him a lot of social anxiety because he hated that he could chuck a fit at any moment in front of everyone and - worse - his body had this tendency to make him piss and shit himself during a seziure. He pulled away from everyone and pretty much became a hermit. He was getting therapy and working on getting better but it had been a tough battle. He did really want to get close to his friends again. They had supported him right through all his shit and never judged. Not even Shannon and Fin, who had every right to hate him. He was pretty sure Fin still wasn't his biggest fan. "Oh, hey, dude. Uh, yeah. I've been going through some shit. Just pretty fucked in the head since the epilepsy BS. How you doing? Sorry about you and Cooper. Shitty it had to end like that."

Skylar frowned in sympathy and nodded over to a vacant spot on the sweeping modular sofa that hugged three walls in a horsehoe shape. It was one of the comfiest sofas Sky's butt had ever graced. "Wanna sit? I'm sorry things have been epic shit for you. You okay? You okay to be here tonight? Don't worry about this bunch. They're going to be cool you haven't been around much. If there's one thing our tribe totally get, it's going through shit. Yeah, it was pretty shitty to break up after so long together but we're still close friends and talk all the time. He's loving honouring his dad's memory. It's what he needs to do. Long distance just couldn't be a thing. Honestly, the worst part is how horny I am. You don't happen to be up for a quickie in the bathroom, do you?" he joked.

Kip raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Was just thinking I was dying for a joint but I wouldn't be opposed to a fuck too. If you're offering," he added, shrugging as he took a joint out of his t-shirt pocket and held it up. After so many years of using illegally, he was allowed to rely on it for medical purposes when it was discovered it eased the severity of the seizures he was having. "Yeah, I'm okay now. Ain't been so much. Things were shit as hell after they found out I was sick. For a long time I felt like it was karma for hurting Shan. Thank fuck for decents therapists. For a bit there, I was onto a good thing with Noah but I heard he's dating a cool guy now. I'm glad. He was way too good for me and his dad was a scary-assed cop, so I was destined to be shot if I kept the BS up and hurt him. You rebounding? Not that I mind, like. I don't care about being a rebound fuck. A fuck's a fuck."

"Now you're talking." Skylar grinned and took the joint off Kip, giving it a small sniff. "Hmm, not bad. Almost as good as the shit Justin's dad gets him. This helps with the seizures, yeah? Well, bud, our minds have this awesome way of playing tricks on us when we feel the most shit. A wise dude who will use the Footloose movie as a weapon once told me that. We have this way of making shitty things feel about a hundred times more shitty, no matter what people say to us. So, I won't tell you it wasn't karma. I think you know it wasn't. It was just consquences of using drugs, which we get warned about. Doesn't make it easier to figure shit out when we're growing up. We're all still here. You can always just fall right back into chilling with us. I know this lot, they'll love having you back in the mix. I'm not rebounding, just overdue for some fun. Noah's dating Wes, Merlin's BFF from back in South Carolina. Sweet guy. He's in good hands. You weren't ready for the whole dating thing. Nothing wrong with that. C'mon. Let's go out up to rooftop garden so you can have this. When was your last seizure? You feeling okay?"

"It doesn't stop the seizures but it seems to have slowed them down a bit. I don't have them as often. Still feel shit when they happen and depending on how bad they are, could mean I'm laid up for days. It's okay, though. When it all first happened, it felt like the worst fucking thing ever. I was so pissed off at absoutely everything so I didn't stop long enough to be pissed at myself. Would probably be dead if Clint hadn't been helping me. I figured I did enough wallowing. People got shit a lot worse off than I do." Kip followed Skylar out so they could head up to the rooftop garden to share the joint before whatever else they got up to followed. "Good. I'm happy for him. Noah's such a nice guy, he deserves someone sweet. I dunno if I'll ever make a dating thing work. I dunno what even should make it work, I'm that clueless. There's no one else you got your eye on now you're single? I don't wanna piss on anyone's turf. My last seizure was, uh... Sunday. Nearly a week ago. Wasn't a big one. Always a good outcome when I don't accidentally piss or shit myself when they happen."

When they got to the rooftop garden that Justin's folks owned, he contemplated Kip quietly for a moment. "Is that another part of the reason you've been avoiding us, you're embarrassed about what the seizures do? Like, I can totally get that, dude. I really can. I think I'd be the same, even if I love them all to fucking bits and it's never an issue if any of them have embarrassing moments around me. Like, I know they'd be supportive and caring. Still, trying to deal with shit like that, it's really fucking hard. You can trust us, though. Have you talked to Jace or Jesse about shit? Jace still gets the shits with his epilepsy. He told me that once. People might have shit worse off but it doesn't dilute your shit. Your shit's still valid. What do you think the 'dating thing' consists of if you think you can't do it?" he asked and stepped up close to Kip, pausing for just a moment before he pulled him into a kiss.

Kip went over to the cover barbecue area by the pool where there was no snow on the seats and sat down, fishing his lighter out of his jacket pocket. He put the joint to his lips and lit it up, taking a long deep drag on it. "Yeah. Jess and Jace have been awesome, no doubt about it. It's a fucked up thing to deal with and I don't think any amount of throwing fits gets poor bastards like us used to it. No more than Justin gets used to bipolar or Z's used to cancer. Sickness is just one of those things in life that fucking sucks. And, shit, I realise as I say that that your dad's got it, right? Cancer, I mean. Is he okay? Are you?" He had another hit and offered the joint to Skylar. "Commitment. Knowing the right things to say and do. Not being a selfish fuck, which I definitely am. Romance. Fucked if I know anything about romance. I've watched Shan fall in love with Fin and do all that shit but it doesn't make sense to me." Then they were kissing and Kip easily kissed back, holding the joint away from them so no ash fell on their clothes.

"It's gotta be heavy for you to deal with. On top of still blaming yourself for Shan's accident and all that. I know you and I haven't sat down and had any deep-and-meaningfuls or anything but I know that much. I know you were homeless after your diagnosis too. After that, you stopped coming to stuff and hanging out with us. What happened to you? Where did you go? The last thing you hung out with us at, you had a seziure. It was pretty intense." Skylar took the joint from Kip and had a hit. He wasn't foreign to smoking weed at all. He just didn't make a show of it and he didn't do it often enough to be a problem. He was a performor, he needed his lung capacity. "Selfish? Bullshit. Shan wouldn't still be saying you're his best friend if you were a selfish fuck. You nearly dated Noah. Or started to. Did you get freaked out by it? You know, if you want a fuck, it can't be up here? We'll freeze our nuts off."

The kiss lingered and Kip deepened it. "Yeah, but Reecy helped me get into therapy and shit. Never thought I'd be the therapy type but I realised how much I fucking really needed it when I got there. Don't talk to my folks anymore or any of my family, really. Got no one to blame for this shit but myself. I did the being fucking angry at myself and everything else, it was fucking exhausting. Now I live with Nico, Shan's uncle. He's a fucking riot and makes sure I'm okay. Dude seriously needs to get laid, though."

He watched the end of the joint smouldering before he flicked the end of it, ashing it into the crystal ashtray on the table. "It wasn't anything you guys did. Y'all great. Sweet, keep it real. I've been sick a lot and when I'm sick, I'm a miserable fuck. I dealt better getting used to it by stripping a lot of shit back. Actually got my GED and now I work some as Jace's assistant. He's training me in inking. Plus, added bonus, he's epileptic too, so he gets it. It ain't a big deal if I have a fit. I'm gonna blow you now. We can pick up the D-and-M later, if you wanna." He handed the joint to Skylar and pushed out of the chair to kneel in front of him, unzipping his jeans.

"I, uh... sure. Okay. Totally not saying no to that. If I knew you liked sex as much as I do, I'd have hit on you sooner, just for the record. Oh, wow... now? Okay. No objections here." Skylar too a long drag on the joint because no matter how much a fan he was of sex, this had never happened to him before. Not a blowjob. He had plenty of those. Just going from a random chat to having one seriously hot guy on his knees while they shared a joint. Kip had the most intense eyes. They were like Justin's when he pierced you with one of those unavoidable gazes or staredowns only Kip's were a more icy blue. "Is this, like, a distraction from something or you're just horny and high? Does that even make you high when you use it a lot for medicinal purposes? Justin doesn't really get high when he smokes. Just more... mellow. I should shut up now, right? Ohholyshit..." He looked down and watched Kip take him into his mouth and all rational thought flew out the window.

Kip didn't answer. He was too busy with the job at hand. It had been ages since he got laid and if Skylar was up for it (literally), he was going to enjoy the hookup. Especially considering Sky was hung. He remembered hearing that in passing at some point but he couldn't remember where. It was nice to discover it was trufax and not just rumour. He was amused that Sky was a talker too, but that wasn't hard to connect the dots with. He had always been hilarious and confident. And he had stamina, which was hot as hell. There was no quick finish. Once it was done, he sat back on his haunches and smirked up at Skylar. "Do you talk this fucking much during a fuck? Not that there's anything wrong with that, I just wanna know in advance so I can work harder to distract you. This ain't a distraction. It's just been awhile. I'm horny, so fucking sue me." He unzipped his jeans, sliding his hand into them. "How long until you're ready for round two?"

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