This is a Hesher fanfiction, meaning there will be swearing, some drug use and adult situations. I don't condone any of these things, I just write em.

Chapter 1

Same old, Same old : Shook Up

It was a relatively routine and tame afternoon. My neighbor, Madeleine Forney had gone for her stroll around the block that morning, unaccompanied as she always was, TJ had rode by on his way to school, Mr. Bilson across the street was mowing his lawn as he did every Monday, My roommate, Christy, had yet to return home from her weekend excursions, and I had put in my two hours at the community college, and now was stuck inside my house trying to cram as much studying as possible in before I had to drag my ass off to yet another shift at the supermarket. The last time anything happened in this little neighborhood was when Madeleine's son and grandson moved in two months ago, after loosing TJ's mom in a car accident. I brought over a plate of homemade cookies and offered my support, as the tradition goes. Since then affairs around here had merged back into normalcy.

"What the fuck am I? A nuclear physicist?" I muttered to myself. I slammed the calculus 101 book shut before reaching for the pack of cigarettes across the coffee ticking hands on the clock above the television revealed it to be 4:30 pm. Also known as, time for Ellie Parker to become slave to the grind once again. I lit the cigarette between my lips and took a long drag, hoping the toxic smoke could relieve the stress I already accumulated just thinking about work. Remembering that Christy would be home soon, the cigarette pack as well as the other 'valuables' left out in the open found themselves in the drawer of my nightstand, complete with its own lock. Christy wasn't necessarily a conniving thief, she just didn't seem to grasp the concept of personal property, or personal space, for that matter. She did have a rather fat paycheck, and a sense of generosity, so living with Christy Hagen wasn't all that painful.

My cigarette had smoldered down to the filter halfway through the drive to work. I punched the button on the stereo, filling the car with a random radio tune while flicking the cigarette butt out the window. Fuck this song. I flipped to the next station. Fuck this song too. Next station. Skull fuck this song and feed it to the hyenas. Exasperated, I growled before I switched the radio back off.

The supermarket was dead. Like, concrete shoes and dumped in a river dead. My register hadn't seen a customer in almost a half hour. My coworker Nicole was in the same boat. Nicole was a nice girl. Probably around 25, only a couple years my senior. We had conversations at work a lot, mostly about work or the shitty town we both call home. Today was no exception.

"Hey, Ellie, did you see that weird guy in isle 3 today?" Nicole leaned against her station, pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose.

"God, yes. What a creeper. I mean, a mullet and a mustache? Went great with that beer gut and molester grin!" Nicole and I giggled for a moment before a impatient looking blonde woman sauntered up to my register. I went through the motions of my cashier duty, scanning groceries to the rhythm of the woman's incessant foot tapping.

"Ellie, I've been here for almost a year! And I still only get 15 hours a week. Do I suck at being a cashier? Cuz if I can't even do that, I'm screwed." Nicole went on after the woman strutted through the automatic doors.

"Nah, Nicole. It took me a year and a half for the managers to remember my name was Ellie and not Aly. Let alone get some more hours. I'm barely working any more hours than you do."

Nicole nodded her head solemnly before sighing.

"If you really want some more hours, why don't you take my shift tomorrow? I have a test coming up and I could use the study time." Her expression lit up.

"Thanks! That would be awesome." I grinned at her, proud of myself for being so generous.

My shift came to an end at 10:00 when the store closed. The drive home consisted of the same radio channel surfing ritual as on the way to work that afternoon.

Christy's small silver car was in the drive when I got home. I squeezed my bulky SUV next to it, careful not to damage either vehicle further. Christy had a tendency to drive home drunk, thankfully the consequences of that habit were merely a few scratches and dings in each car. I always offered to pick her up from whatever party she was at if she needed a sober driver, but I suppose Christy never felt the need to give me a call.

My keys jingled obnoxiously while unlocking the front door and stumbling into the dark house. I advanced quickly into the kitchen for a can of soda, before retreating to my bedroom to unlock my drawer and retrieve a much needed cigarette.

"Ellie? You home kid?" Christy's soprano voice called from the hallway.

"Nope! Psycho with a machete coming to rape and kill you!" I laughed, expelling smoke between my lips.

"Well, my roommate needs to get fucked more than I do, so if you could do her instead it would be greatly appreciated." Christy giggled before opening my door, flouncing over to my bed and straddling me.

"Hey Christy, good weekend?" I blew smoke into her face, causing her to scowl and slide off of my lap. She helped herself to the right side of my bed.

"Awesome. I got trashed at some super hot guy's house, and fucked him, of course. I stayed at Mindy's house Saturday night, smoked a whole hell of a lot, and fucked her brother for like, the tenth time."

I cringed. "Isn't her brother in high school? How old is he?" She gave me a wicked grin.

"He's a senior, almost legal I think, so chill." I gave her a look of disbelief.

"Do I even want to know how Sunday went?" I took another drag before snuffing the cigarette out in my little purple ashtray on my nightstand.

"Sunday was pretty tame. I had to work for a couple hours in the afternoon, so I just settled for a few beers at Mark's house."

"Annndd, you fucked him?" I cut her off, laughing as she playfully punched me in the arm.

"No, no I did not. I got drunk and went to bed. I fucked his friend Craig this morning, though. Excellent in bed, I can set y'all up if you want." I gave her a look causing her to put her hands up defensively. "Okay, okay, no booty calls for you. I was just thinking its been almost 9 months since you had sex, must be awful." She shrugged and leaned her head on my shoulder. See? No sense of personal space.

"I can't miss it. Its been so long I don't think I remember what it feels like." I laughed along with Christy. She hugged me close before adding a seemingly genuine 'poor baby.' She suddenly looked very pleased with herself.

"I think I have just what you need after a hard day's work." She scurried off into the hallway and I'm assuming into her bedroom. She skipped back into my bedroom holding a plastic baggie and a bright pink pipe.

"I saved some from Saturday, because I know you're a wimp and won't buy it yourself." I laughed as she filled the pipe with the drug, before bringing the lighter to one end and the other end to her mouth.

She exhaled the smoke before passing the pipe to me. I accepted it gratefully and followed her example.

Christy and I laughed about her crazy weekend and my lack of all things sexual. She began to yawn fairly persistently, causing me to yawn directly after her. We chuckled lightly at a couple more good jabs at one another, before unanimously deciding sleep would be our best option.

The next morning, things weren't much different. I waved to Mrs. Forney on my way to school, as well as TJ when I saw him down the road from some construction site. School was fairly uneventful, with the calculus 101 exam so close, my professor went fairly easy on us. English 130 and 201 were a breeze, English being by far my best subject. I planted myself in the student center until 2:30, coffee in hand and nose in a textbook.

I had finally gained enough common knowledge of the local radio stations to grab a CD for my car. Unfortunately, the CD case that I had grabbed didn't contain my copy of Nirvana's Nevermind album. It was empty, and I was pissed off about it. I spent the drive home punching button after button on my stereo, hunting for a song worthy of 4 minutes of my lifetime. Alas, the search bared no results. What the fuck is wrong with this town's radio stations?

Christy was working the night shift this evening, which left the living room a prime area for studying. I spread out some worksheets, and dropped the heavy calculus book onto the coffee table. I fetched a cigarette and a bottle of water before returning to the living room, fully intending to sit down and begin preparing for a math test. Instead, I noticed Nicole's car pulling up to the Forney's place. It took a few minutes to decide that it really was Nicole dropping TJ off, by the time I decided to go outside and say hello, Nicole drove away.

I turned to go back inside, but a heinous rumbling of an engine I wasn't accustomed to hearing caught my attention.

A large, rusty black van had pulled up in front of my driveway. A tall man with long, stringy dark hair climbed out and stalked his way across my lawn, I cleared my throat. The stranger looked over and merely nodded his head at me before jumping over the fence into the Forney's property. I stood perplexed for a moment before retreating into my home and shutting the door. What a weird dude. Cute, though. I smirked and shook my head. It really has been too long.

I stared out of the window for a second before glancing back at my coffee table full of paperwork. It was a nice day out, and I'll be damned if I'm going to stay cooped up in this house. I gathered all of my homework in one armload, and made my way out of the back door and onto our small patio, equipped with a dingy lawn chair and a poker table Christy found in a back ally somewhere. I plopped down into the chair and deposited my book and papers onto the table.

I had finally cracked open the textbook to the correct chapter, I was focused and ready to study for my exam.

Until the dude that parked his ugly van outside my house shimmied up the electricity pole...in his underwear.

I was tempted to yell 'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' as much as any rational person would be, but I refrained. I watched as the lithe man clambered up the pole. I took in the middle finger tattooed on his back. Very nice. I smirked. He had other lines and splotches of ink I couldn't make out, I decided that I might not even want to if I could. He messed with the box near the top of the pole before beginning to climb back down. He made it about halfway before slipping and plummeting into the nearest bushes.

My bushes.

I covered my mouth in both shock and to keep the hysterical laughing at bay. He looked at me, nodded his head again while mumbling random profanity under his breath. I laughed fully and waved at him before he jumped back over the fence.