Author's Note: Hey, everybody. Name's Grizzy (on fanfic). This is my first fanfic ever, so go easy, will ya? As you'll see, i also like to incorporate music into my story to give it a sort of soundtrack(mainly due to its title). im open to any suggestions from fans as to what direction the story should go and any constrictive criticism (no hate tho). Thanx
Warnings: language, mild drug use (its weed. not that serious lml). bit of sex?
Ch 1
" Hey, you ready yet, princess? We gotta bounce."
"yea you done putting on makeup, Cinderella?"
"yea yea yea, just calm your tits, Vic im almost done! AND SHUT THE FUCK UP, GARFIELD!
it was time again to attend another year at Gotham City University. it was senior year, the summer was over and i was packing my suitcase in my room back at home, ready to blow this joint like an escaped convict. yes, i know what your thinking. "why would Richard Grayson, adopted son of wealthy billionaire Bruce Wayne want to leave such a grandiose mansion with an in-ground pool and tennis court?" well, when your adoptive dad is Gotham's most eligible bachelor and he's dating Selina Kyle, Gotham's most eligible bachelorette, sparks will fly... to the point where you can hear it from the end of the hall. with the door closed. with music blasting. it was horrifying. now I'm not saying i haven't had my share of "fun" in my bedroom, but it was time. the privacy was much needed. along with a good night's fucking sleep -_-.
i was finally packed and walked out of my room and into the hallway when i saw Alfred walking my way. "Master Dick, Master Victor and Master Garfield are both waiting for you at the doorway, but I'm sure they made you VERY aware of that" Alfred stated as a cheeky grin began to grace his face. "Thanks, Alfred. And yes. Yes they did." I chuckled as i put my suitcase down to gave him a strong hug. "Take care, Old Sport. You'll do fine this year." he whispered. He always dropped the formalities when we got emotional. it was always...reassuring. He and I made our way down the stairs and saw Vic, his dad Dr. Stone, Garfield and my dad, Bruce. As we reached the lobby, i greeted Dr. Stone while Alfred took my things to his car since agreed to drive us to GCU. After some more ribbing towards me, courtesy of Vic and Gar, I turned to Bruce to say my goodbyes. "Im sure you're glad to leave" Bruce said with a sly grin immensely similar to Alfred's. "Well, i havent had a good night sleep in ages. Wonder who's fault that is? i said, giving him a leer that could've made the whole room drop 10 degrees just from the tension itself. Unfortunately, being Bruce meant that he was unfazed. He laughed. "I know, I'm sorry".(He really wasn't though. you could see it in his smug smile). He then gripped my shoulders, looked me in the eye and proceeded with "Dad" mode. It was always weird. Like he was trying too hard. "If you ever need any help, you know I'm here for you...Son." Bruce and i never had the strongest relationship, but he really was always there for me when it mattered. i shrugged. "yea, i know." He then pulled me in for the tightest hug possible, cracking every bone in my back in the process. Apparently, all those martial arts and strength training he did gave him unbridled strength. But i did them too. i tried to return the hug with equal force, but ended up with almost no results. After the emotional (and slightly painful) hug-fest, i walked to the Doc's massive Hummer as i waved to Bruce and Alfred one last time before stepping in. it was time to go back to GCU.
i gazed out the window with "Caraphernelia" by Pierce the Veil blasting from my earphones as i adjusted my Ray Ban sunglasses, thinking about what happened last year, what's in store for this year and how quickly i could just skim through another year, hopefully doing as little real work as possible. after all the hell i went through, my mind was made up for only 3 things: girls, partying, and bud. yups, weed. Aside from my friends, Its the only thing that kept me sane. and i needed a lot of it. "hey Vic!" i whispered. "you got the loud?" he instantly stopped mid-laugh in the conversation with Gar and his dad, cheesed and nodded his head in affirmation as Dr. Stone continued to discuss some breakthrough in his research for S.T.A.R. Labs and whatnot. Vic pulled out a small bag stuffed with a leaf green plant with white crystalized fibers. "Silver Haze. To keep u happy". i nodded in satisfaction as i admired the plant-filled baggie before passing it back to Vic. i was ready to be baked after having a dry spell almost the entire summer after keeping a promise to Bruce saying i wouldn't for a while. And when i make a promises, i tend to keep them (with the exception of a couple times me, Vic, Gar and his girlfriend, my "sister" Rachel smoked at the beach). In my defense, we needed it. we had to unwind due to a certain...incident... "i know what your thinking about. your eyebrows do that thing where they get really scrunched up" Vic said, noticing the chagrin beginning to take over my face. i fixed my face and continued to glare out the car window."Well don't say it..."
After an hour or two, we were finally at our destination, Gotham City University. Outside the car i peeped Rachel, a beautifully pale girl wearing her signature black hoodie and matching sweatpants and chuck taylors standing outside with her luggage while waving awkwardly to her father as he stepped into his black Maserati. He was the ruthless CEO of Roth Industries, one of the biggest oil companies this side of Gotham. Considering his busy career, they never were really close and the fact that he was emotionally distant didn't help much either. She even admitted that it was the reason why she was attracted to a vegetarian tree-hugging jester like Gar, who was his complete opposite. As he pulled away, our ride pulled up in front of her. instantly, Garfield started to beam out of the car and bee-lined straight to his, as he says, his Gothic mistress. "BAAAABE!" he goofily yelled embracing her in a massive hug and kissing her as if he hadn't seen her for ages. "hey, Gar? i love you and all, but we were only apart for a week. in the ENTIRE summer. get a grip, love." After grabbing my luggage, i stepped to make my way to someone i considered family. "Hey, Rae" i chimed as she gave me her usual half hugs. "Hey, Richie Rich, how you been?" Then Vic chimed in after waving his dad goodbye "He's been his bitchy self again lately. HAHA!" She looked at me and teased. "lemme guess. Your chicken taste like pork? Are you angry cuz you didn't wake up to a choir chanting your name?" Rachel always loved making fun of me being spoiled, despite the fact that she was rich too. i chuckled and proceeded with sarcasm to match hers. she was the master, but i knew how to hold my own. "your hilarious, Rae. Didn't know Goths had a sense of humor." We all had a laugh and then Vic came in with a reminder. "Well don't worry, we'll get him loosened up at tonight's party. in the meantime, we gotta go get settled." As we walked into GCU, a slight feeling of nostalgia mixed with discomfort hit me as i skimmed over every inch of the spacious area known as the lobby. After a moment, we decided to make our way to our dorm. As we walked up the stairs, i glanced at the trio of gorgeous girls coming down the opposite direction. Vic and i made sure we reciprocated any flirty behavior they showed us. Meanwhile, Gar was trapped in staring contest with Rae, desperately avoiding to get smacked upside his head for rubbernecking in the presence of his girlfriend. As i looked on, i began to convince myself that this was indeed going to be a good year, suppressing any thoughts of old flames and horrible betrayals...
it was 10 o'clock at night. after a long day of settling in and relaxing, it was finally time to get to the welcome back party. i made sure i looked as fly as possible (as if there was any other way) hoping that tonight i could finally let loose, party hard, and then knock out. i decided to wear my black t-shirt with a neon blue bird symbol across the chest, my slightly faded black jeans and black timberland boots and to top it all off, my black diamond chain along with my Ray Ban aviators. yes i like to show off a bit. sue me. i made sure i was going to look my best, regardless of how i was feeling.
after admiring myself for a bit in the mirror, i turned around to see 3 people simply peering at me. Vic, who was in a button down denim shirt, blue jeans and beige timbs with a gold chain, Gar in a purple fitted t-shirt, black skinny jeans and purple converses, and Rachel, who was actually looking decently hot with her body not covered up in baggy clothes, was wearing a tight black tee and short-shorts with black leggings,which all together, accentuated her curves pretty well. yea i know shes like my sister and all but im simply being honest. As i began to stare back they all looked at me in unison and shouted "HI PRINCESS!" "ahahaha... fuck you guys" i mumbled as i instantly shot up 2 middle fingers for all the eyes in the room to see. we then made our way out of the dorm room and down the hall into the party.
The music was... BLASTING! the room was filled with college kids just ready to turn up. as i walked in, i instantly recognized the song. "TURN DOWN FOR WHAT?!" ahhh.. lil jon. not gunna lie, even though i was a fan of all types of music from Avenged Sevenfold and Eminem to The Weeknd and even Mozart, usually any type of EDM was never really my thing . but THIS song? you couldnt help but start to loosen up and dance your ass off. which was what i witnessed from many girls in the party that night. from twerking to grinding and everything in between. i started to make my way over to the dance floor when suddenly... "NUH-UH, brother! you gotta get SMACKED first." it was Victor holding the bag of silver haze from earlier. we made our way to a small coffee table in the back of the room and started to roll a couple of swishers and proceeded to spark them with my trusty lighter (which matched my shirt and was filled with a lot of memories) and smoke the blunts. It was about 15 minutes later that we both finally finished smoking. "Now remember, this shits a creeper, man. so you not gonna feel that shit for another few minutes maybe." "Yea Vic, i know how haze works, bro. Now, im bout to find me some sexy honeys! I think i see that chick Karen Beecher from Chem 101! IM OUT BRO!" I watched Vic go chase down the girl while i made my way to the center of the party. By the time I reached the dance floor, the majority were either high, drunk, horny, or all of the above. i then saw a brunette that looked vaguely familiar. she looked attractive enough so i figured "why not?" she was already entranced by the music so i decided to make myself noticed and caressed her waist as we swayed to the rhythm of the music, (which at this point i barely even notice) not being able to shake the thought of her familiarity. as songs changed and the party continued, my feeling of boredom and depression faded as the euphoria started to set in. before i knew it, i was FLYING! and apparently so was the brunette's libido. after a whole make out session, she adamantly dragged me off the dance floor and into a random room. we started to kiss and touch all over, knocking over anything and everything in sight, before she whispered in my ear 2 words that were supposed to get me going: "Fuck Me." we proceeded to the bed, not missing the lamp on the nightstand on the way, but even in all the "passion", there was one constant thought going through my head: "she reminds me of someone..." Granted i was high, so my brain wasn't working the way i wanted to, so for a few minutes i was giving in to this girl... then it hit me. i tried so much to ignore it, but the thought of it never left my head, even being as baked as i was at the moment. "Fuck!" i pushed her slightly off of me and walked out of the room without a word and found a small couch to sit on. i was sky high yet feeling the worst possible way. it was INFURIATING! a couple minutes later, Vic found me and being the best friend that he is, decided to ask questions. "'Ey, man. whass goin on? why ya' not enjoying the party?" i began to speak not shifting my depressed gaze off the coffee table before me, piled with red cups, some empty, some filled with hard liquor. "i didn't even want to fuck because of her. shes STILL got my mind so fucked up, i cant even act normally with a girl that remotely resembles her... and now, i cant even enjoy my high because of her... I'm so fucked up right now...that fucking bitch...i just cant..." Vic's concerned face turned into a look of sadness... "damn, Z goss you really fucked up..." he slurred in repetition courtesy of the grey goose in his cup. "yea...i know..." Vic gave me a pat on the back before wobbling up from the seat to go party. Later on, after 30 some minutes of drinking mixed with deep and depressing thoughts, i was ready to just leave and ditch the party. as i put my hands on my leg to push up from the couch, i realized it lacked a familiar feeling. i then proceeded to freak the fuck out. "SHIT! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY LIGHTER?" i then began to flip the couch cushions like a psychotic gorilla. just great. FUCKING MAGNIFICENT! as if i wasn't depressed already, i had to go and lose my favorite fucking lighter! FUCKING GR- *light tap*
i turned in a fit of rage only to stop in awe of... this.. girl. she looked incredible. her hair had a beautiful auburn hue and her eyes gleamed like emeralds reflecting off the moonlit sky. the darkness of the room did not do her justice because only so close could you see the perfect tan of her skin like she was born from the sun itself. not to mention her body's every curve being highlighted by the revealing white tank top and matching mini-skirt. but she wasn't just hot. no... no word in the english language could ever sum up what i just saw... but if i had to choose one... astounding.. she was astounding...
"excuse me, would this happen to belong to you?" her voice... like a thousand sirens harmonizing... i snapped out of it when i saw what she was holding. my lighter. "umm.. yes, thank you." "it was my pleasure" she said as she smirked, only slightly showing her perfectly pearly white teeth. as she walked away, i noticed the song playing in the background. "Where to Land" by Travis Garland. With such a romantic song playing, my brain shot out the only thought that would make sense in such an intense situation: DANCE WITH HER! barely a word in edgewise and i was abruptly interrupted by Rachel, Vic and a shit-faced Garfield. "Dick, we gotta go! Gar just tried to pick a fight." i was unfazed yet intrigued. what can i say? drunk stories make me laugh and Gar was the subject of some of the funniest. "Rae, what happened?" Rachel continued looking at Gar ."well he thought he could take this big juice-head like Victor's size, but completely missed the punch and hit the floor head fir-" 'EY, I SSSLIIPPPTT!" Garfield yelled slurring and spitting more than enough grits to feed Oliver Twist. i shook my head in amazement. this guy could never hold his liquor. when my mind got on track to my previous task, the girl was already gone. "C'mon guys. lets go." Vic ordered as Rachel tugged my arm and pulled me under Garfield's to hold him up as we carried him out of the party. "B-But.. the girl.. ugghh.." i muttered looking back. i was pissed.
When we finally got to our dorm room, i helped Gar down onto his bed, then got up to find my own to lay on. As Rachel began to scold Gar over his actions that night, a sobered up Vic came over to me and asked for the last time that night if i was okay. "yea bro, i'll be fine." He nodded in agreement before making his way towards the other two. As for me, i laid in bed. lamenting, even though i desperately wanted to sleep. At first, i thought it was just because i was high. but that was quickly dismissed. because all i could think about was one, specific girl at the party. all i could think about... was THAT girl...how the fuck was i supposed to sleep now?
Chapter songs:
"Where to land" by Travis Garland
"Caraphernelia" by Pierce the Veil
You guys should check out the songs i list. Never know, you might find a new favorite artist 😏