They sat inside the living room. The couch a tattered mess, the material peeled away like bad paint. They sat in their usual spots, their seats permanently folded in.
“Tell me again, what happened?”
He sighed, "I don’t want to talk about this. "
“Aw man, you gotta get over her. Either we’ll get you laid or she’ll come back.”
“I don’t think so. I messed up pretty bad. I don’t think she could forgive me if she tried.”
“But didn’t she love you?”
That hurt the worst.
“Things became complicated. Rephrase, I became complicated. I changed into a complete asshole who didn’t deserve her. She’s better off without a screw up like me.” He leaned forward and rubbed the sides of his temples to get rid of the splitting headache the conversation was causing him.
He could tell his friend wanted to know more but he would have no more. “Dude, I don’t wanna talk about it anymore. Just shut your mouth and do another one with me.”
He wrapped the band around his arm, his vein getting fat, and pierced the needle. That was the stuff.