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He fell back on the bed, and groaned loudly as his hands ran over his face. "What the fuck," he muttered to himself. He hadn't had any drugs for a few weeks, so surely, if he was made to take a piss test, then surely he would pass, so a little part of him thought this was just bullshit. But the small part that had believed whoever these "colours" were, that they were being pretty legit. 

After about an hour or so, he still hadn't moved from his bed, or his position, and he couldn't for the life of him, decide if he wanted to listen to these people or not. His phone had rang, a message from his crush, and the girl who he'd probably hook up with more than anyone, Jess. he sighed and opened the message, thankful it was only a simple greeting. "Listen, we can't.. hook up.. on this fest. it's complicated, okay? after this fest i'm all yours." he replied, which earned a pretty mad response from the drummer.