(I've been feeling disgusting since fall started. This story has a different feel then my first one since I wanted to write something serious and kind of trippy. This is rated M for unreasonable amounts of drug abuse and all around disgusting situations. Also:
Ecstasy: Drug that produces a feeling of euphoria and well being and decreases anxiety and fear for the user.
Opana: Very well known prescription drug that some say rivals heroin in amount of euphoria produced for the user.
Marijuana: Also referred to as Grass, Hemp, Weed, Pot, Hash, or Dope.
Speed: Drug that can increase energy and awareness for the user; one type of speed is a pill known as Adderall XR.
There's some info on the drugs mentioned in this fic.)
Chapter One: Those stoner kids
I felt the snot dry up on my chin as I opened my mouth in a pleasing oval shape while breathing out the hot air from my lungs. Heated air's too pricey, my apartment's freezing and I don't give a shit. I cracked my neck and looked at the greasy ceiling. I grinned, my crooked teeth yellow and breath rancid as I near blinded myself by staring at the blue-white ceiling light. I looked at my open door that led to the staircase and gazed lovingly at my handwritten sign reading "SEX: 10$," either gender is good cause I don't want to be sexist. There's a birdfeeder on my patio filled with dope. There's 10 unused cigarettes covered in crap in my bathroom. I don't have any money, but I do have a nice job at Burger King that pays real well. My place smells like weed. I got a neighbor who has this dog that barks all fucking night long. I reached over to the other side of the ratty loveseat and grabbed a wrinkled cigarette before lighting it up messily and taking a long drag. I grinned again. I can't believe I'm fucking alive right now. I cannot believe that. Sometimes I'm glad I got kicked out of my house right when I turned 18; although I do still drop by to check on Karen. Life is good.
I heard loud, obnoxious boots stomp up the stairs and enter my room through the open door. A familiar pasty face greeted me with a tired expression as he walked to the loveseat and sat down on top of my cigarette box. I didn't mind. He wiped his nose on his sleeve and coughed.
"Let's go crash a movie theatre," he said, his voice nasally and thick with that same bored feel it always has. I grinned at him and stubbed out my cigarette on my sofa before standing up and stretching.
"Hell yes," I said, moving towards the door to put on my dog-shit covered off-brand Chucks before walking out of my open door. Craig followed behind, his tall back in an ever-present slouch that came with years of sleeping with his head on his desk during class. Even though we're currently still in school, he and I are barely there. He tends to stay up all night and then make up for it in the day. I should know, he tends to crash by my place more times than I can count, even though his house is nicer and stocked with food. We walked outside in an expected silence and got inside Craig's unlocked car. It was a simple car, black with more than a few dents on it and coffee-stained seats but it was still better than my non-existent one. He started his car up and some freaky shit started playing. I ignored it. Craig has this weird hobby of finding all the most obscure (not in a hipster way) music that's totally weird and not that good and making a shit load of mix-CDs.
He pulled up to the Tweek manor and I didn't even blink. Tweek came bustling out, his typical brown sweater drowning his body as he stumbled into the back seat. I didn't have to look at him to know that his eyes were bloodshot and his pockets were full of already rolled up joints. He got into the back seat and the smell of weed smoke was suddenly overpowering the car. I cracked open a window. I didn't bother mentioning to Tweek that it was a little early to be smoking weed. He wouldn't care and neither would Craig. I never understood why Tweek took drugs so often; when he's sober he's actually really intelligent. When he's high he's just mellow and doesn't talk much. I guess it's because he's so mellow when high that he smokes dope, drinks alcohol, and snorts Opana and Ecstasy. He often rambles to me on and on about how Ecstasy is so perfect for him and how he's never paranoid or feels anxious while on it. Though when he's sober (which is a pretty rare occurrence) he's pretty worried about its side effects since it's supposedly a pretty bad drug. Opana is infamous in the drug-dealing world for it's effects and Tweek actually sells it to some of the kids at school. How I got myself mixed up with this kid eludes me.
We arrived at the theatre a few minutes later, the small ramshackle building coming closer and closer into view as Craig parked his car and we got out. I grinned and walked alongside Craig while Tweek was a few steps behind us probably taking the last few puffs and walking slow to finish it off. We walked around to the back entrance of the theatre and walked through the double doors. I looked around at the signs near the top of the entrances for the separate movies and tried to see which ones had just recently started. That new Paranormal Activity movie just started its previews; maybe we could go see that. I looked over at Craig as he bit down his thumbnail loudly. He looked up at me and removed his thumb.
"Hey let's go see Paranormal Activity 3," I suggested, looking over at Craig as he shrugged and then at Tweek who looked like he didn't really care. We walked in the theatre and started watching the horror.
An hour and a half later, the movie was over and we were walking out. Tweek said that he had plans to sell some Opana to some freshman kids in an hour at the pond so Craig and I dropped him off at his place. It's about 10 PM on a Saturday night, with just Craig and I. We drove back to my shitty little apartment and walked inside. We sat on my loveseat and I grabbed my pack of cigarettes before Craig could sit on them again. I lit one up and took a deep drag before looking over to Craig.
"What do you want to do?" I asked between puffs. Craig looked around thoughtfully and crossed his ankles.
"Run. I want to run around in the drainage ditches," he said, and I grinned. You're always the creative one, Tucker. I shoved my pack of cigarettes into my pocket and then stood up.
"Alright, let's drink some speed first and then go to my apartment's parking garage. There's a little concrete slope that leads into the drainage ditch right beside it. You want to bring some spray paint too and mark the territory?" I asked, getting hyped about this. I walked around to my kitchen and grabbed a bowl, a spoon and a little plastic bag full of Adderall XR. I walked back into the living room and watched as Craig stood up. We walked to the little dining room table that was on the other side of the couch, also known as the "Drug Station" since nobody ever actually ate here.
"Nah, I just want to run. Good idea for the speed though, I'm not feeling energetic enough to run for a while but this'll help," he said and I began the tedious task of opening the capsules and pouring out the Adderall beads. I got the pill to open and poured the beads into the bowl.
"That's what I was thinking. Dammit! Could you get me two cups of water?" I asked, looking down at the pills and trying to figure out how I forgot to get the water. I grabbed the spoon and started crushing the beads into a powder quickly. By the time Craig made it back into the room with the water, I had already crushed one person's worth of speed. I lifted the bowl and then tilted so that its contents could fall into one of the glasses of water. I grabbed the spoon and stirred the mixture before passing Craig the cup. I moved back to the bag of pills and pulled out another and repeating the process for myself. A few minutes later I had a disgusting taste in my mouth and a body that was still not reacting to the speed. I walked to the back of the couch and rested my head there, looking over at Craig who was messing with his phone.
"Let's hit McDonald's, this shit tastes disgusting," I stated and Craig looked over at me before standing up and moving to the front door. We ate inside the fast-food restaurant and after about 20 minutes I was starting to feel energized. The world was clearer, my hearing seemed heightened and I could focus on many things at one time without being overwhelmed. The speed is starting to kick in, awesome. Maybe we can hit the drainage ditches now.
"Alright let's go," Craig said and we stood up to go back to his car. We parked in front of my apartment building and then got out, walking towards the inconveniently placed parking garage. We walked slowly down the concrete slope that lead to the actual drainage ditches and then stood there silently in the middle of the concrete ditch with a long path ahead of us. I looked over at Craig and watched his alert eyes as they stared at the endless path of concrete. Luckily it was spring so the weather was somewhat chilly but there wasn't any snow in the path. Craig looked over at me and we met eyes. His pale grey eyes looked deep into my blue ones and a silent message passed through us. Time to run. Our feet started in a sprint, quickly rushing through the drainage ditch, around puddles and under bridges. We made it to an intersection and I looked over at Craig to see which way he wanted to go. He looked back at me and nodded his head to the right and we started running in that direction. He's a few steps ahead of me but I don't mind. It gave me a chance to look at the back and side of his face. In the moonlight, his hair blended into the sky and his face was as pale and creamy as the moon. His eyes were almost glowing and when he looked back at me, he smiled a radiant smile. I smiled back at him and rushed to catch up. He was almost ethereal; his contrasting skin and hair, and his large smile in the dark setting was truly beautiful. Honestly, I think it was the first time I'd ever seen true beauty in my entire life.