A/N: I'm the author of Release, and no, that's not finished yet. If you haven't read it, you should check it out! Anyway, I thought I'd write a new story, see what feedback I can get on this. The italics are song lyrics.
The song for this chapter is: Bottle of Jesus by Beth Hart
I got my wine and cigarettes,
These twenty cents is all I got left,
Don't bother me,
I'm tryin' to swim.
E POV:
Me and my adopted siblings have always been the top dogs at school. It was no secret that we loved to throw parties, we loved to fuck, and be fucked. But we've always loved to fuck each other the most. There was just that bond there, we knew exactly what drove each of the others crazy. Knew just how to make them scream and beg for more. We don't have an orientation that we prefer, we're always up for anything.
Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice and I had always wanted to add another to our group. I mean, we all knew that Jasper and Alice really loved each other, as well as Rosalie and Emmett. I haven't found someone I could say that I wanted to be with yet.
I guess I'll lay around all day,
Sit back and smile, just fade away
A drunk yard dog, is what I am.
We sat at our usual table at lunch, talking, laughing and planning a party for Friday night. We didn't need to usually spread the word, it usually just got around, permeated through the school of it's own accord, B.Y.O.B. and B.Y.O.S., always. Though we always had a bottle of family's favorite, Jack Daniels. We always had some good ganja, too, as well as something to trip on, to keep us up for the night.
I know what you're thinking… we're party animals, right? Right. We're just irresponsible teenagers, wrecking our lives. Wrong. Though we love to party, we don't fuck with that addictive shit. Cigarettes are about the only thing we're hooked on, which I can honestly say I regret. But other than that, no coke, no crack, no heroin. We never alter our marijuana in any way. Fuck that shit, we'll leave it to the junkies.
Break out the bottle of Jesus,
Plug in the black light rosary.
Somebody's waiting to save me.
We just like to have a good time. And what high school kid doesn't? Exactly. We're self aware, harming our bodies, but not to our demise. We know this.
"Jazz," I looked to him from across the lunch table. "What to go have a smoke with me?"
I know my neighbors wish I'd die,
I'm must too loud when I get high,
I think I'll send around some pie.
His arm was wrapped around Alice, he shook his head. "Naw, I'm straight. But here's my light." He tossed me his signature blue lighter, that we named "Blue shiney thing" on one of our drunken nights. I smirked to myself. "Suit yourself," I murmured as I got up.
I headed for the stairs, checking thoroughly for the principle before bounding up them. I ran out the school doors, wrapping my arms around myself. It's drizzling, of course. Here in the sodden town of Forks, it's seldom that it's not raining.
I'll smack that dish with a touch of herb,
It'll numb the lips and soothe the nerves,
I'll build my kingdom on the curb.
I walked to the wood covering our school, and down the unofficial smoker's path, packing my Marlboro red's. I wasn't surprised to see someone else there, but it was an unfamiliar face. I checked out the small girl, her mahogany hair flowing in the wind. She was sitting on a moss covered log along the woods, her legs crossed and her chin in her hands. I noticed her before she noticed me.
Break out the bottle of Jesus,
Plug in the black light rosary,
Somebody's waiting to save me.
"Do you smoke?" I offered her the pack, letting my seductive voice be heard. She nodded and mumbled a thanks, her eye brow raising suggestively. I lit her cigarette for her, watching her lips part as she inhaled the poison. I lit my own and felt my muscles loosen as I inhaled the nicotine.
"I'm Edward Cullen," I offered, sitting next to her on the log. Her eyes were on my lips. She took another drag, exhaling through her nose.
Be it the rain or shine,
I get high like summertime,
It's an all Americana party time.
"Bella Swan." Her hand wrapped around mine and she shook it firmly.
"So, Bella…" I continued, smiling, "You new here?"
Tell that landlord man,
I'll kick that bastard, like a can,
It's an All-Americana party time.