Yea so I stopped to consider before writing this chapter how exactly things are going to end. On terms of good or very badly that is. Honestly at this point in time, I don't really know, so suggestions would be great, but I can slowly feel myself leaning more toward the pessimistic side of life. Not all stories have happy endings, right? Hopefully you don't think this chapter is too badly written. I did it rather quickly, so I apologize in advance.
Let me know what you think! XD
I should've known something was up. You'd left my side for the first time in days to hitch a ride with Watsherface after school, and then later called me and said you didn't need a ride after all. You'd meet me at the party. There was an edge to your voice that made me uneasy, but I agreed and hung up.
I wouldn't call it paranoia or anything, but there was the weirdest sinking feeling in my stomach. Something just wasn't right. Not right at all.
And then it was time.
Shit. What time was it again? How long had I been speeding down these backroads? Its supposed to be one of these houses. Which one?
The one with the all the cars and the yard full of boozers, duh! How hard is it to pick out a frekin' party!?
I finally screeched to a stop as a guy with piercings and ripped clothes darted out into the road. Yep. I'd found it all right.
"What the hell are you doing!?" I yelled at him.
"H-holy shit man..." his eyes were dialated in the headlight on my bike. "F-frekin' grim reaper...the elves told me you were in France..."
"What?"
He just rubbed his arms in a nervous manner and sidestepped rapidly across the street before falling into the neighbor's yard. What the hell were these people shooting up with? I walked my motor bike to the drive way, then reconsidered things and ended up leaving it hidden in the trees a few houses down.
The house was packed. I think I spotted at least half of the school in the living room and kitchen alone. Honestly, I was kind of freaking out. There was a reason I didn't do parties. Besides never being invited to them, there were waaaayyyy too many people packed into here. What if...a fire? What if somebody lost it and started killing everyone? Would anybody even notice!? In short, I was afraid of...well people. This was too much. Why am I here? What am I doing here!? The girl with blue hair bounding down the staircase was why. She was laughing with the blonde girl behind her. Did she even know I was here?
"Hey Coraline!" I called through the crowd of people. Not even a glance. The music was too loud. I tried to follow you guys into what I guessed was the dining room, but it was with a slug's pace. "Cora-" what the hell was that smell!? I found myself sputtering in a cloud of thick smoke.
"Hey bro, want a puff?" a tall kid with messy blonde hair and ripped jeans was holding a blunt out to me. He smiled goofily.
"N-no I'm good!" I managed over the bass in the next room.
"Right! Come back later dude!" he said.
It was like walking through a maze. A maze of people. Yet, I was suddenly very light headed and relaxed. I couldn't really name anything that was bothering me anymore. The music, the tight spacing, nothing. Hell, I was even being acknowleged. A couple of drinkers raised their cups to me as I passed by. What was going on? I continued to stumble through the crowd looking for you, and suddenly there you were.
You nearly plowed me over.
"Wybie! You made it!" You hugged me excitedly and then beckoned me onto the back porch. How is it that you got through these people so fast? Or was I just percieving things slower than normal?
You pushed me into a lawn chair then pulled another up to sit beside me. "I was wondering when you were gonna get here! Did you get anything to drink?"
Nope. Better. Contact high.
Suddenly I was laughing for no reason. "You have no idea!" You raised an eyebrow and patted my knee.
"Well okay then kiddo. Listen I'm sorry for ditching you after school today but I had some...stuff to sort out..." you pulled your eyebrows together in a guilty manner and looked back toward the house. Had I actually known what was going on, I would've done...something but I was currently off in Zelda Land. "Hey, are you okay?"
"Never...been BETTER."
You giggled a bit and stood up. "Listen, maybe you should just chill out here for a little bit. You'll feel better soon." Was it possible to feel better than I did now? You left me sitting in the lawn chair and met the blonde girl at the doorway. I didn't hear much of the exchange, but it sounded something like He was looking for you? I just sat for a while, finally realizing that it was way nicer out here than it was in that stupid house.
"Hey man, you want a drink?" The same shaggy guy from the house was holding a bottle of clear liquid out in front of me.
"Sure?" I had to admit, I was thirsty. My throat was burning from all the smoke in the house. I took a gulp and the spat it out. It was repulsive!! "Is that rubbing alcohol or something!?"
"Its vodka bro!!" I smacked myself in the forehead. I should've known. What did you expect? Water? You're at a party n00b. "My name's Dan by the way." Dan eyeballed me. "Ya know, once you get passed the burning, its not so bad." He took another swig from the bottle and wiped his lip on his sleeve. "Isn't your name like...Wyatt or something?"
"Wybie," I corrected. I was beginning to think clearly again. The haze was letting up.
"Is that short for something?"
"Wybourne," I answered hating my name. Dan nodded, grinning in approval.
"Yea! Righteous name bro!"
I laughed, a bit taken aback. I'd never gotten a reaction like that one before. Dan held the bottle back out to me, and after a slight hesitation I accepted it. I was fully prepared for the biting taste this time, and managed to choke a large mouthfull down.
"So, Wybie, come here alone bro?" he asked.
"Yea, I mean no...well technically, yea." I suddenly remembered Coraline. How long had I been sitting out here?
"Lemme guess, a girl right?"
"Yea," I confessed, remembering my objective. I was suddenly uneasy again. What if...was he here? I looked back at the house.
"You like her?" The question startled me for some reason. I took another drink and handed the bottle back.
"Who?"
"The girl with the blue hair. I see you guys all the time and I just kinda figured. Ya know."
"Oh....I...uh..." Dan nodded in understanding.
"It'll work itself out eventually. Life's weird like that bro." He took another swig and held it out to me again. I looked back at the house once more before I accepted.
"How come I never see you at parties man? You seem like a pretty down to earth dude."
"I don't get out much," I answered quickly. I began to twiddle my hands together nervously.
"Woah, calm down man. Here," he handed the bottle to me. "I think you need this more than me man, trust me."
"Thanks." The harsh flavor was beginning to loose its taste. After a few more minutes with Dan I was drinking with ease. "Listen, I gotta go find someone," I said standing up. I caught myself on the back of the chair in time to keep from falling over. I hadn't realized how light I felt. How much had I drank in the last half hour?
"Good luck with your life little bro!" Dan called from his lawn chair. What a guy. I stumbled back into the house and the smokey crowd.
I'm comin out of my cage and I've been doing just fine, but I gotta be down because I want it all-
I actually recognized the song that was playing. Not one of my favorites, but it was a sighted improvement to the shit they'd been playing earlier.
It started out with a kiss how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss! It was only a kiss!
"C'mon..." where were you Jonesy? I only had to walk dizzily to the next room to find out. John was holding you close, an almost convincing look of apologies on his face.
-While he's having a smoke and she's takin a drag-
"I'm so sorry babe. I never meant any of it." You stared up at him for a few seconds before he leaned in and kissed you. KISSED YOU!???
And its all in my head but she's touching his chest now-
Had there been no music playing at that very moment, the room would've been able to hear the nearly inaudible eep that escaped my mouth. My chest ached beyond my control. What was I seeing? How drunk was I!?
I just can't look it's killing me, and taking control
You looked over. Whether you actually saw me standing there or not, I don't know. I turned and walked stiffly from the room. My stomache was burning. I needed to go somewhere. I needed to leave...I needed a drink. My blurred vision was making it difficult to navigate. A sickening burp made me clutch my mouth. I realized what I really needed at that moment was to be back outside. I headed for the door as I burped again. Everything was blurring into a sickening mix of color.
Now their going to bed, and my stomache is sick,
And it's all in my head but she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
I just barely made it back through the door before I leaned over the wooden railing and heaved. I couldn't tell if I was crying because I was drunk or because of the ache in my chest.
Cuz I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control
I wiped my mouth on my sleeve dryly. Puking sucks.
I don't know about you, but that song gets me everytime, Lol. Not really, but I find it quite sad.
Yeaaaaa so I know this chapter was kind of unothodox, but I wrote it kinda fast so please forgive! And recommendations for the upcoming chapters would help. Thanks?
