AN: Okay, so this isn't a Freezerburn chapter as it's focused on Blake and Weiss and how they became friends. THERE IS HOWEVER, a throwback to a certain chapter, but this time we see it more from Weiss's pov. Also, hurrah Shae for writing a 2.3k chapter. I'm so proud of me. Lmao. Brevity is the key to success sometimes. I hope you guys enjoy.
The air was thick with smoke, her lungs filled with a mixed scent of alcohol, weed, and body odor. Her clean and proper demeanor stuck out like a sore thumb in the shady house that she had been somewhat invited to only days before. Weiss Schnee was at a party. Someone's shady house party that was in a house far too small for this many partiers.
Of course, this was Weiss's first official house party that she had been to. She decided it would be her last. Weiss did however hold enough curiosity to want to stay and see what was actually 'done' at these parties. She had heard myths of wild things happening, but now she would be able to see if it were actually true. Seems like they were.
The house was packed and she did her best to squeeze through. It's not like she knew anyone, but it was an open invite. Maybe she could meet someone sober. She could only hope that there were some responsible people at the party. The party's music was reverberating through her entire being. It was an odd sensation, that was only made stranger with the amount of people shuffling to and fro throughout the house. Where any of them actually listening to the music?
Some people were dancing in a drunken like state. Others were gathered around, sitting on a couch passing around what looked like to be a blunt. It was hard to tell through all the smoke. Everyone was doing their own thing. Weiss decided she didn't belong here, but she didn't want to leave so soon.
Weiss found her way to a set of stairs that led down. This house was bigger than she previously thought. She walked her way downstairs and noticed several party games going on, most of them involved drinking an obscene amount of alcohol. She had been lucky at this point to not be hit on by anyone, she would've thought by now some drunkard would've tried to make a move. But it seemed that no one had any real interest in her, asides from a few noticeable stares.
As she made her round around the room she noticed a door slightly ajar. She could see a the bottom of someone's shoe sticking out. Weiss's curiosity peaked as she now approached the door. Surely, someone would've checked on this person by now, but it seems like everyone was too far gone to notice or care. Weiss opened the door and noticed a girl passed out, who seemed to be somewhat drowning in her own puke.
"What the fuck." Weiss yelled out, but it didn't matter how loud she was not a soul would hear her. She quickly went to the girl's side and turned her over, allowing her to expel the bile. The girl was rather cold, and turning into an odd shade of blue. Her breathing was labored. The girl was taller than her in comparison, but Weiss knew she couldn't have weighed anymore than her. Weiss quickly took to her feet and pulled the nearest jock out from his game. "My friend passed out, can you help me put her in my car?"
The jock shrugged and easily picked up the girl, now following Weiss. Weiss made sure the party goers would part the seas for her. She ushered on the jock and within a few minutes they had made it out to where her car was parked. Weiss pulled out a buck 50 and handed it to him. Weiss now took her spot in the driver's seat and drove off to the hospital.
She arrived at the hospital, setting her car in park in front of the doors and now running out of her car leaving it on idle. "Can someone please help me? I think my friend has overdosed!" Within seconds, a team of nurses responded, pulling the unconscious girl from the passenger's seat, onto a gurney and into a hospital room. Weiss quickly followed but was told that she couldn't come, unless she was family. "I'm her cousin." Weiss was the master of white lies, or at least lies that didn't actually hurt anybody.
It took several hours to stabilize the mystery girl, she was going to be okay...and Weiss would be paying for every bit of it. She didn't mind. That's what she came here for. To change herself, to change who she would be and to enjoy life the way she wanted to. By helping people. She had just saved someone's life. She was a Schnee, and that mattered. With a simple mention of her name and a small bribe to the staff no one had to know what happened here today. And today, she used it to her advantage.
Weiss sat at the girl's bedside patiently waiting for her to awaken. Weiss now eyed the mystery girl. She looked like a goth girl, or an emo girl. Either way, she had a very obvious black aesthetic. She had a gorgeous black mane to accompany her fitting aesthetic. She wondered what her name was. Weiss now looked at how skinny she was, it was alarming.
Weiss's thoughts raced on why the girl would even dare go towards the life of drugs. She was rich, and although it was a typical rich cliche to go towards all of the madness, she swore against it. She wanted to be something else. Someone else. Not just the rich girl everyone might see her as. Weiss picked up her scroll, it was 4am. She laid her head down on the girls hospital bed and closed her eyes.
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Blake awoke in short gasps as she could still feel some semblance of the bile being caught in her throat. She coughed, but there was nothing there. She blinked erratically and tried to understand her surroundings. A hospital? Her amber eyes now glared at the white speck, no wait, person that was laying at her bedside. I should be dead. I should be so dead. I wanted to die. Blake could feel the tears wanting to rush out of her. So she let them.
Weiss was awoken by the girl's sudden crying. She looked up to see the girl wide awake, with her hands clawing at her own eyes to try and stop crying. Weiss stood up and pulled her hands away. "Hey, hey. It's okay." Weiss embraced her in a hug, Blake's hands now clawed at Weiss's back finding an odd sense of comfort within the girl's arms. Weiss let the mystery girl sob into her shoulder for a few more minutes before pulling away. "I'm Weiss." her tone was soft and eerily calming.
Blake sniffled a few more times. "B-Blake, Blake Belladonna."
Weiss wiped the tears from Blake's face. "Blake, do you know what happened?"
Blake nodded. "I...I overdosed. I wanted to die. But you...you...I don't even know if you saved me or if you ruined my plans." she sobbed out a laugh as her voice cracked with an immense sadness.
Weiss's face went through a small series of emotions, mostly confusion, sadness, and then determination. "What? Why would you want to do that?"
"I'm a terrible person Weiss. I'm a drug addict who's too anxious to function, and my ex-boyfriend is a drug lord who would kill me without hesitation. My life..my life isn't worth it." Blake laid back on the bed, looking rather defeated. "If the White Fang knew I was alive, then they'd put a hit on me." she wiped her face and shook her head.
"I don't see the part that makes you horrible in any of this. You can recover, Blake. I'll make sure of that. You look like you're about my age, and if you can make it this far then you can go even further. Plus, you said if the White Fang knew you were alive. That means they don't. We just have to keep you safe. I can make sure of that." Weiss's words were confident. Now Weiss couldn't necessarily cure her, but a support system was a start. It was Blake who would need to take the real steps to recovery if she wanted it.
"Why are you doing this for me? You don't even know me."
"The fact that you told me a little bit about you without hesitation, well...I think that's definitely me getting to know you, and with a little bit of time I think we could be really good friends. Besides, I don't think you deserve to die like that just because of what you've might've done. You seem like a fighter, Blake." Weiss smiled once more, hoping to instill some sort of confidence within the amber eyed girl.
A strange feeling hit Blake. It was odd, but it made her happy. Weiss's words had sparked an ember that would only need Blake to ignite it to grow into a beautiful living flame. "I don't get you." she sighed. "But, I guess I do owe you a thank you. So, thank you." Blake knew that this would take time, but Weiss's heart seemed in the right place. That's all Blake had wanted, that's what she had been waiting for. Someone she could rely on. Someone who would never want to betray or leave her. Now this didn't mean Blake was over the feeling of dying, but it was an action she had regretted. Again, she still wasn't sure if she regretted trying, or trying and then failing.
"It was no problem." Weiss gave a thumbs up, now making her way off of Blake's hospital bed. "So, Blake...what are you going to do with your life now?"
Blake took a moment and thought about it. "I'm not sureā¦" she mumbled. "I don't really have the money to go anywhere and I dropped out from my last school. I live in a flimsy apartment, and well...I have basically nothing to go for."
"Would you like to go to Beacon Academy with me?" Weiss offered.
"W-what?! Isn't that school super hard to get into? I can't afford it."
"But I can. You just have to promise me you're going to work hard." Weiss winked.
Blake's eyes widened. "Who are you?" she was bewildered that this girl had not only saved her life, paid for the bills, but now was offering to pay for Blake to go to school.
"I told you my name was Weiss.."
"Yeah, I got that. But what's your last name?"
Weiss sighed. "Weiss Schnee."
"You're a SCHNEE?" Blake's jaw dropped, luck was a weird thing and it was currently on her side. This was surely a sign.
"You're going to drool on the bed if you keep your mouth open like that." Weiss chastised.
"Ah, sorry. Okay. Yeah, I'll go to Beacon. I don't know why or what the hell your purpose is with me, but I'll take it." Blake nodded.
"Good!"
The rest of the day involved the two getting to know one another a little better. Weiss had taken Blake out of the hospital and back to her house, where Weiss took the time to take care of and help Blake recover. It took time and patience, and a little bit of fighting but in the end Blake had managed to turn herself around before the school year had actually started. It was almost like a new Blake had emerged from the wreckage that was her past life.
There was things that Blake kept around. Weed, mostly. She was also given anxiety medications, and some anti-depressants as she had started therapy as well. These medication's weren't too great of a combination as it often fucked with the mindset of Blake. Leaving her in weird moods if they all were used at once. Weiss didn't like this, but supported Blake as long as kept clear from the worse habits.
Their first semester flew by and Weiss and Blake were nearly inseparable. Weiss had helped Blake along by helping her find a job, helping pay for her apartment, and helping pay for a slightly better used car. Blake knew that she now owed Weiss her life, even if she didn't openly admit it. Blake would give anything for the girl who helped and cared so much for her even when no one else did.
Weiss was pretty content with herself. She had done things, and they were certainly good things! Weiss felt as if she could handle any challenge thrown at her. She knew she would never back down.
As the start of second semester rolled around her and Blake compared class scheduling. As luck would have it her and Blake had a morning class together, Speech! They also shared one more class in the afternoon, but Weiss was happy that they'd be able to see each other so early in the morning.
Before the first official class of the day Weiss had received an ominous message from someone she had hoped to avoid throughout the start of her new life.
Father: You've used up a lot of money in these last few months. With that, I assume our agreement is still good. Remember Weiss, you finish there then come home. The company depends on this marriage.
Weiss didn't bother responding. Her life was already set in stone, she knew this from the start. At least she had Blake, for now. She eyed the time on her phone and there were only a few minutes left before class had started!
Weiss quickly sauntered into the classroom where she immediately noticed Blake, who looked high as ever. She then noticed a gorgeous blonde figure sitting next to her, giving her a death glare. Weiss felt something inside of her bubble up. Weiss quickly shook off the feeling and waved at Blake, who waved back.
She casually greeted Blake and tried confirming that Blake in fact was high. Which, she was.
Weiss had turned her attention to the girl with the lilac eyes. One that were viewing her with such malice that it had sparked a weird sensation within Weiss. Weiss knew better than to get involved with such problematic people. Then again, she had forcibly made herself friends with Blake. What's one more friend to the pile?
What's the worse that could happen?
It wasn't like her and the menacing, lilac-eyed, beautifully maned blonde would fall in love.
