I started holding my breath because I didn't want to say the wrong thing. I had no idea what was going on. I'm pretty sure this had to do with the few moments I spent talking over cups of whatever substance was on the table downstairs. I'm pretty sure I've never blacked out an entire hour. I seriously didn't know what I was doing there. It's not like I minded, at all. However, it would be nice to know some details, such as who I was currently having sex with, and how it happened. I could hear Bass Down Low playing downstairs unnecessarily loudly, and the participants of the party screaming and stomping and doing whatever drunk teenagers do. The squeaking of the bed frame was very annoying and almost drowned out everything else. I was holding the ankles of this girl on either side of me, keeping a very reckless thrusting rhythm and trying for the life of me to remember what the hell happened from throwing back tequila shots to now. Instead of milling over petty details, I decided to look at the person I was hovering over and almost fell over from sheer shock.
"JENNIFER?" I gasped. I couldn't even imagine what kinds of events could have ensued that would enable me this privilege. Everyone in the Palmwoods was aware of my futile attempts to woo the Jennifers. To be currently humping one was something I would not soon forget.
Not that she would ever let me, but that's for later.
This was the brunette Jennifer, mind you, and I could immediately tell she was completely wasted or high or whatever. She just wasn't in her right mind. Her face was red and contorted in what I interpreted to be pleasure. Her hair was splayed across the sheets. The top of her head kept hitting the headboard, and occasionally quite forcefully, but she didn't seem to mind. I blinked, totally speechless, and she mumbled/slurred something incomprehensible. I then noticed that I was so surprised I had almost slowed to a stop, but before I could do anything she started bouncing herself.
"SHIT, FASTER, HARDER, CARLOS." she suddenly shrieked, and I hurriedly obliged. Much to my dismay, everything become fuzzy and out of focus. It worsened until I couldn't see anything. I lost track of time again, but this time when I regained consciousness, it was because I somehow hit the floor. I could hardly breathe and my skin was all prickly, so I assumed that little affair was all over. The Jennifer peaked over the edge of whoever's bed, looking very red and tired and drunk and concerned.
"Carlos?" she whispered breathily. I was dizzy and completely confused and scared. Fearful of another black out, I quickly stood up, and regretted it as I went tumbling back down on the bed in front of me. Jennifer started laughing hysterically, but I didn't really find the situation at all hilarious. I stood up much slower and started marching around, finding random articles of my clothing lined up in a pile leading up to my bed. Jennifer's head kind of lolled back and forth as she watched me frantically get dressed.
"Wai.. wait, what... where?" she asked. I turned, my left leg still stuck in my pants and stared at Jennifer.
"What the hell are you on?" I slurred involuntarily. She giggled and slowly ran her hand through her brown locks. Then, she threw her hands up as if she were about to give someone a hug, and let her arms fall back down, laughing hysterically.
"I don't know. I like Tequilla. I think I... pills..." she mumbled. I finally got on my pants with much difficulty and tripping. I paced around the room, completely void of any memory of the last few hours.
"Look, Jennifer, do you know who's house and/or room this is?" I asked as clearly as possible.
"Wha... no..." she whispered faintly. "I want to get... take me home... it's... I..." slowly, Jennifer trailed off into silence. I ran over to the bedside, not sure if she was dead or unconscious. I figured I didn't care as I pulled on my shirt hastily and started towards the door of the mystery room. I turned back and lingered at the sight at Jennifer, naked and most likely unconscious. The rational part of my brain told me to do something, but the intoxicated side told me to get the fuck out.
Then it happened again. I don't remember leaving the room, or going downstairs. I just somehow end up being shaken my Kendall vigorously.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY?" he screamed over the unreasonably loud bass. I blinked twice and my eyes adjusted to my surroundings. There were people in every single inch of the room, either dancing, laughing, screaming or drinking. Or all four. A bunch of people crashed into me and Kendall at once, and I got dizzy once again. Kendall shook me even harder and I shoved him.
"What..." I slurred quietly, backing up into several people before falling over. The stucco pattern on the ceiling wavered in and out slowly, like lava or something. I was entranced by that until Kendall yanked me up.
"Come on, we're leaving." he exclaimed, bum-rushing a crowd of scantily clad girls. I would have jumped for joy if I wasn't being dragged about. We went through what seemed like a maze, and finally reached the regal door of the mystery house. Kendall shoved the door open and basically threw me outside. Of course, I fell over, but Kendall totally ignored my possible broken bones and whipped out his phone. I attempted to get up, but I failed multiple times. I decided to just crawl over in the grass.
"Uh yeah, James." Kendall barked frantically. There was a pause.
"Yeah, ok, but we're outside. I think Carlos OD-ed on something... again." he said tiredly, kind of slurred. In my confused state, I was disappointed at Kendall. He should have assumed more responsibility; he was the designated driver after all. I couldn't understand why I could hear and think so clearly but I couldn't speak... or move for myself for that matter. It was like the real me was trapped inside some other person. I could hear Kendall shifted back and forth, then left out an annoyed breath.
"What do you mean?" Pause.
"Find him... wait, you see him?" Pause.
"What?" Longer pause.
"Jesus. Whatever, just take Logan and come outside. We're leaving." Pause.
"I don't CARE, it's time to leave!" Kendall barked, hanging up on James. For an unknown amount of times today, Kendall yanked me up. Except this time, he bent down, picked me up, and slung me over his shoulder.
"Oookay." he grunted, and started to fast walk. "We're going to the car." he said after a while. I just hung limply against his back. I watched the gravel of the huge parking lot fly by in my daze. I was paranoid that I would black out again and end up next to Kendall's dead body or something. However, Kendall flung me into the back of his borrowed car. I hit my head on the other door, but I felt no pain. He folded my legs in the seat and closed the door. Since the car was convertible, I could hear him call James again.
"JAMES, WHERE-" Pause.
"Ok, I can see you... right... what's wrong with him?" Pause.
"Right, right, just come on. By the way, did you drink?" Pause.
"Shit. Fine. Whatever you're like 4 feet away, so bye." he said, snapping the phone shut and approaching James.
In the sheer darkness, I could hardly see anyone, but I could hear Logan laughing hysterically and James and Kendall muttering angry words. James leaned over the car and stared directly at me. Light reflected off of his eyes.
"Dude, what's wrong with him?" he asked. I blinked at the strong scent of screwdrivers on his breath.
"Shut up." I mumbled. James scoffed, then someone threw Logan on top of me. It really wasn't comfortable being crammed back here in such a fashion, but since neither of us seemed able to support ourselves, it had to be that way. Logan gasped and grabbed my face blindly and violently.
"Carlos! You... your skin is so SMOOTH." he screamed unnecessarily loudly. I sighed and shoved Logan to the car floor. He squealed with delight. I wasn't sure what happened to him, bu usually if we let Logan loose for a few minutes at a party, he starts feeling bad for himself and does something totally stupid and scarring. Last time, someone gave him mushrooms and he couldn't stop crying and screaming and running away from the purple shark monkey that seemed to be hiding in the crevices of every place we went to. We ended up having to tie him to his bed after he attempted to jump off his roof and listen to his incessant crying until he finally went to sleep.
"This carpeting... it's so... amazing!" he squealed and continued to rub himself against the carpet. I heard someone put the keys in the ignition and within a few seconds, we were off at a reckless speed.