book two snippet again

EXPLANATION: Ciaran has a bit of a breakdown after a traumatic event. He starts doing a lot of crazy things. Drinking, drugs, etc. This doesn't actually happen to long after where I really am in writing the book but I am sick of waiting for the good stuff.

Ciaran climbed into bed with Arthur, grinning. “I’m so high”

“Ciaran what did you take?” Arthur asked, worried for his boyfriend.

“Ecstasy,” Ciaran said, gigging. “Let’s have sex.”

“I don’t think so,” Arthur said, shaking his head.

Ciaran planted a sloppy kiss upon Arthur’s lips. “I want sex.”

“I want you to see Dr. Conners,” Arthur said.

“I don’t need to see some quack,” Ciaran said, waving his arms in the air.

“Ciaran, you’re sick,” Arthur said.

“Sick of all this talking,” Ciaran said, climbing on top of Arthur.

“I love you but you have to stop,” Arthur said, looking up at Ciaran.

“I love you too,” Ciaran said, kissing Arthur. “I want to feel the world!”

“Ciaran, get off me,” Arthur insisted.

“Can you feel it?” Ciaran asked. “It’s like rays of sun. We should go for a walk. I want to see the moon.”

“Alright, we can walk,” Arthur, said.

Ciaran jumped out of the bed. “Come on!”

Arthur got out of the bed and went to his dresser. He pulled out a water bottle, going to the restroom to fill it with water for Ciaran. After this was done they made their way to the courtyard to walk. Ciaran popped a few more pills while Arthur wasn’t looking needing more of a high. They walked around the courtyard until the next set of pills kicked him. Ciaran laid on the cobblestone ground, his arms above his head; his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

“How do you feel?” Arthur asked, sitting next to him.

“Aye,” Ciaran mumbled, squirming on the ground.

“Are you going to be alright?” Arthur asked.

“I feel like…spangled,” Ciaran said, running his hands through his hair.

“Cheers but are you going to be alright?” Arthur asked.

“Mmm,” Ciaran said, feeling around the ground. “Mullered.”

“Oh, bullocks,” Arthur sighed, giving up. “Too bad we don’t have music and flashing lights.”

Ciaran smiled. “The courtyard has invisible music.”

Arthur laughed. “Does it now?”

“It’s banging in my head, rocking in my mind, blowing out the speakers,” Ciaran said, rubbing his forehead. “So loud it’s resonating.”

“I’m missing out, eh?” Arthur said, laughing harder.

“You’re guilty of being a loser without a reasonable doubt. You need to be convicted. Ladies and gentlemen, of the jury convict this man! You’re guilty on all counts. Go shoot yourself now,” Ciaran said, rubbing his eyes.

“Maybe later,” Arthur said, caressing Ciaran’s cheek.

“Mmm,” Ciaran said with pleasure. “We should get married.”

“We can’t get married,” Arthur said. “Laws prevent such things.”