RAINBOW!

GraveRobber/Shilo=GRILO

GraveRobber takes a hit of his new drug

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"Hey kid! Come here!"

I rolled my eyes. 3 years of hanging out with him, only a 6 year age difference, and I'm still 'Kid' to him.

"What's up G?" I ask, and nudge non-to-gently past Amber, who's taken to following us everywhere. Something about the drug, is her excuse. GraveRobber and I just think that she doesn't want me to steal him away from her. Pfft, like that's ever gonna happen!

"It's orange! Now purple! And green!" He exclaimed excitedly and quite loudly. He was pointing repeatedly at the clear, glass mixing bowl that sat before him on the table. I saw a few empty Z viles, mini baggies with some powder looking stuff still in them and empty, muddy cigarette cartons. "It's a fricken rainbow! How awesome is that!?"

"Multi-hued." Amber mused. "Like your hair!" She was grinning at him. GraveRobber and I exchanged glances.

"What!?" We chorused. "You want a fricken cookie?"

Her glare was for me.

On the inside, I had the not-so-surprising urge to punch her in her still healing face. (she was back to being obsessed with surgery) But, years with GraveRobber have taught me to be mature about situations like these. So I stuck my tongue out at her and heard her mumbling something about crazy bitches and Repo Men.

"Shiiiiilooooo," GraveRobber whined. "Look at it!"

"I see it! It's pretty! What'd you do?" I leaned past him and stared down into the bowl of color changing liquid.

"I mixed…stuff."

"Like?"

"Zydrate."

I nodded. Zydrate was fine. Other drugs, I didn't really allow in the house. "And?" I asked.

"Cigarettes."

"And?"

"Meth…"

My eyes grew wide and I almost hit him.

"What's wrong?" Amber cooed sarcastically. "Is it too much for lil' Shilo?"

"Shut up Amber!" I snapped. "No one likes you!"

"BITCH!"

"Don't disrespect me in my house!"

"Or what?"

"Get out!"

She scoffed. "You wish. GraveRobber here won't let me leave."

GraveRobber just turned his back to us and busied himself with cleaning up his mess.

"Ugh, you're a psycho bitch with an insane fucking father!"

"YOUR FACE FELL OFF!" I screamed at her. She started bawling and ran out the front door.

"Really?" GraveRobber asked, walking back into the room.

"It had to be done. So, are you going to try it?"

"Try what?"

"Your drug!"

"Oh. Sure. I just don't know what will happen. Could kill me."

I hopped up on the table to watch. "I know CPR."

"Fancy that," He said and loaded a vile with the color changing drug. He grinned crookedly at me and injected himself.

I held my breath, gripping the edges of the table. His body gave a little shudder before suddenly going limp. He fell against me and almost took both of us to the ground. How convenient that I happened to be sitting on the table and had that to help me stand him back up?

"Gra-" I cut off. My talking had startled him and his body jerked. His face was now buried in my neck.

"Mmm…" He moaned. "You smell good."

"Erm…thanks? How's the drug?"

"Trippy!" He laughed and straightened. "Awesome! All the colors are blending together and changing. You look like a rainbow, all glowy and pretty!"

"Oookay…"

"You have pretty eyes…" He breathed and leaned into me again.

"That's ni-"

And then he kissed me…forcefully…and awkwardly. He pulled away briefly only to crush my lips to his again in a more non-awkward kiss. In the background, past my racing heart and his growling, I heard Amber screaming. I smirked against his lips.

Warning, I thought. GraveRobber's new drug, Tripp, may cause dizziness, loss of balance, color confusion, and sudden horniness.