Chapter 1
Crappy electronic music filled the apartment that Jet, Sneers and Pipsqueak rented during the semesters. As per usual the Freedom Fighter's meeting had dissolved into drinking and partying. Smellerbee was currently sitting on a ratty couch in the living room playing her third round of kings with Sneers and two freshman, whose names she was way too drunk to even try to remember. Around them the general chaos of a college party surrounded them, laughter, drunken talking and the sound of beer pong being played one room over. One of the freshman had just popped the tab of the king's beer and was being forced to chug it by Sneers when Longshot appeared next to Bee.
"Are we up in beer pong?" She asked glancing up at him. Bee had to take second look as I noticed just how drunk he was, his cheeks were flushed and he was swaying slightly. He shook his head and grabbed my hand, pulling me off the couch and through the crowd.
"Longshot, you feelin okay?" The short haired girl asked as he began to drag her up the stairs. He nodded as he opened the door to bedroom shared by Sneers and Pipsqueak.
"How much have you had?" She questioned as look of worry passed over her face. His only response was a shrug of the shoulders.
"You don't know," She gave him an incredulous look. Something was up with her silent friend, usually he drank a few beers and now he couldn't remember. He placed his hands on the smaller girl's shoulders and led her over to one of the beds. He sat down, patted the space next to him and waited for her to sit down.
"What's eating you?" She asked. "You ain't acting like yourself."
His only response was to give her a long piercing look, one that didn't make sense to the girl sitting across from him. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had trouble reading Longshot's silent form of communication. In fact most of the gang relied on her to translate for them. Then slowly, almost hesitantly he bent down and pressed his lips into hers. At first contact her body stiffened then she melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around him in order to pull him closer. Without breaking the kiss she straddled his lap and began running her hands up and down the smooth, hard muscles of his back on stomach. Reaching up into her short brown hair he supported her as he leaned backwards onto the bed. His left hand trailed out of her hair, down her back and then up her front to brush over her delicate breasts. Smellerbee sat bolt upright, like she'd be struck by lightning.
"Shit…fuck… Longshot…we can't…" Bee stammered slowly backing out away from the room. Her back hit the door and she fumbled for the door knob "You're my best friend." She mumbled then scurried out of the room leaving behind a very bewildered and drunk Longshot.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Was all that came out of the short girl's mouth as she all but tumbled down the stairs and into the unoccupied bathroom. Locking the door, she turned towards the mirror and just stared at herself for a second. Her dark eyeliner was smudge, making her look like a raccoon, and her black Five Finger Death Punch makeshift headband was askew.
"How could I make out with my best friend," She asked herself running her finger under her eye in an attempt to clean some of it off. "And worse how could I actually like it? How am I supposed to look him in the eye now? Why would he go and do a stupid thing like that? Fuck" There was a banging on the bathroom door.
"Give a girl a fucking second," I yelled back as I reached down and flushed the toilet. Turned the sink on, straightened my headband, and then turned the water off. I unlocked the door, stormed out the bathroom and right out the front door. The last thing I saw as the door swung shut behind me was Longshot going shot for shot with Pipsqueak.