Chapter 12
Sex, Drugs, & Lindsay
A/N: Hey guys, what's up? I have nothing else that's important to say, so let's get to the plot.
Time: 30 September 2005
Heather Lee was sitting in her room playing Call of Duty. It was sort of her "dirty little secret" the fact that she liked to game. She had never told anyone else though, and didn't intend to. She also didn't like to talk about it that much with her parents, because the last time her parents found out that she spent the night playing X-box instead of doing her homework, the conversation went a little something like this:
"Why are you playing those stupid games? You should be studying, or else you'll never be doctor." Heather's father said, with a stereotypical Asian accent.
Heather, of course, didn't mention that she had no interest in ever being a doctor, as that would be suicide to her father. And she also knew that telling anyone in her class, even Lindsay, would be social suicide. Everything that she had worked so hard for, to be the most popular girl in the school, would be gone, or at the very least, severely diminished (well, the guys probably wouldn't care, but the girls would.)
Her cell phone then started to ring. She paused her game and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey Heather, it's me, Gwen."
"Yes, I know it's you, I have caller ID. What do you want?"
"Something's up with Lindsay."
"And..."
"I was thinking you could help me find out what that is."
"Why would I help you?"
"You're not really helping me, you're helping Lindsay. Don't you care about her?"
"No...OK maybe a little. Fine, I'll meet you at your tomorrow."
"You're my next door neighbour, why don't I just come over there tonight."
"OK, sure, be here in 15."
"Got it."
About 15 minutes later Gwen arrived at Heather's house. She rang the doorbell, and a middle-aged looking Asian man opened it.
"Who are you?" he asked in a stereotypical Asian accent.
"I'm Gwen... uh... Heather's friend."
Heather came running downstairs from her room.
"Hey Gwen, um... just come into my room, OK?"
"You're friends with this girl?" the Asian man, presumably Heather's father, asked; he was surprised by her pale skin, dark clothing, and overall gothic appearance.
"Um... sort of." She replied.
When the two girls entered Heather's room, Gwen noticed that she had an X-box system and some first-person shooter game was paused on it. Gwen then promptly started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Heather asked.
"You're a gamer." Gwen said.
Heather screamed and immediately shut the television off.
"Please don't tell anyone." She begged.
"I won't tell... but that's kinda pathetic dude."
"Are we here to make jokes at my X-box playing habits or are we here to talk about Lindsay."
"I guess we're here to talk about Lindsay."
"Right. So I didn't notice anything wrong with Lindsay at first, but now that you've mentioned it, I have noticed quite a few things are unusual about her. First of all, she seems depressed, she's stopped eating, and she hasn't smoked weed in forever. I mean, this girl told me that she thought marijuana was a gateway to another universe and that if she smoked enough weed she'd get there."
"Did she tell you that when she was high?"
"Probably. But that's beside the point."
"She also randomly and abruptly broke up with Duncan, and she sold her knife collection."
"All of them?"
"Well, except Krystal."
"Who's Krystal?" Heather asked.
"Not who, what. Krystal is the red and gold butterfly knife Lindsay got when she was five. I think she's emotionally attached to that one, but she sold the rest." Gwen replied.
"And what did she do with the money?"
"She gave it to James."
"OK, it sounds like something's wrong with Lindsay."
"Also, she said that she has converted to Evangelism."
"OK, something is definitely wrong with Lindsay, and we need to find out what."
"There are only two ways to do that, interrogate her, or spy on her. If she doesn't spill the beans when we ask her, we're going to need to take a day out of our lives and spy on her."
Time: 1 October 2005
Lindsay and Tyler were at the movies. Things started out well, until Tyler tried to cop a feel.
"Tyler, no, I don't want that." Lindsay said.
"C'mon babe, you did it with Duncan, why not me."
"Because I'm a different person than I was back then. I've found God, and he says no pre-marital sex."
"But Lindsay, that isn't sex, that isn't even anything close to sex. Besides, if I wanted a boring stick, I would still be dating Courtney."
"Tyler, I said no."
"Fine, but I'm not gonna forget about this."
Later that night, Lindsay got home from her date with Tyler. She went upstairs to her room where she found Leanne.
"How was your date with Tyler?" she asked, although both women knew she didn't really care.
"OK." Lindsay replied.
"Did you do anything with him?"
"We kissed, but that was it."
"Good girl; did you use the God excuse?"
"Yeah."
"What a moron, I can't believe he actually fell for that. Well, actually I can, but I find it very amusing."
Lindsay noticed that there were two men, who looked about in their late twenties or early thirties, sitting on the bed next to Leanne.
"What are they doing here?"
"Lindsay, I want you to meet two of my favourite fuck buddies, George and Jason. They heard I had a hot daughter and wanted to check it out.
"Fuck buddies!"
"Isn't she a little young to be doing this?" one of the guys, who Lindsay later found out was Jason, asked.
"Yes, yes she is." Leanne replied. "Lindsay, are you ready?"
"I don't really have much of a choice in this, do I?"
Leanne shook her head.
"Alright let's get this over with."
Time: 3 October 2005
It was after school; Gwen, Heather and Lindsay were all in Gwen's room, Lindsay being interrogated, Gwen and Heather doing the interrogating.
"OK Lindsay," Gwen started, "We think something's up with you, and we want to know what."
"Nothing's wrong. I've changed, that's it. People change, is that so hard to accept?"
"Not this drastically and not overnight. It's like you magically transformed into a different person in the span of a couple of days, and I don't like this new person."
"Well get used to her, 'cause you'll be seeing her a lot more."
If I tell her what's really going on, then what? Lindsay thought; it won't end well.
"Gwen, I'll handle this." Heather said, before walking up to Lindsay and slapping her across the face. "What is wrong with you, girl. You used to be the bomb, and now you're just a drag. Snap out of it!"
"I'm leaving." Lindsay said.
"You can't leave."
"Try and stop me." She said before running out of Gwen's room and presumably out the front door.
"In hindsight, we probably should have locked the bedroom door." Gwen said. "Anyhow, we're gonna need to spy on her to get our results back."
"Results." Heather laughed.
"What?"
"It just sounds so callous when you put it like that. What date do you suggest?"
"How about next week, October 10?"
"Sure, why not?"
Time: 10 October 2005
The much anticipated/dreaded day finally came; Gwen and Heather had to spend the day trying to spy on Lindsay without getting caught. Obviously, even if they didn't get caught, there were definitely some variables: what if the day turned out to be a dud, or even worse (or better, depending on how you look at it,) what if there really was nothing wrong with Lindsay, and she really had just changed. Both Gwen and Heather knew that was unlikely, but technically possible.
The day didn't start out that interesting, Lindsay spent most of the Sunday in her house. It was weird for her, as usually she spent nearly all her Sunday's as far away from her house as she could get, but apparently the "new" Lindsay wasn't like that.
Late at night, Gwen and Heather, having found nothing during the day, decided on one last ditch effort; spy on Lindsay at night. Gwen hid in her closet and Heather his under Lindsay's bed. Turns out they would get what they were looking for as Leanne walked in the room.
"You ready?" Leanne asked her as she got in Lindsay's bed.
"I guess so."
Leanne began to strip Lindsay's clothes off and Lindsay followed suit. Once Lindsay's panties were off, Leanne began to eat her pussy.
What the fuck... is this really happening? Gwen thought to herself.
Her phone started to vibrate. She picked it up; it was a message from Heather. It read:
I'm videotaping this... I knew Leanne was a bitch but I didn't think she'd sink this low.
As the two women continued, Gwen and Heather's reaction was essentially... wtf? Especially after Leanne pulled out a strap-on; a couple of questions flooded both girls minds, like how long has this been going on for? Why is Leanne doing this? And other such questions...
At around 11 pm, Leanne finally left. Both Gwen and Heather expected Lindsay to go right to sleep; she must have been exhausted. Instead, she pulled Krystal (her lucky knife) out of her left boot (both boots remained on her feet the entire time,) pulled Heather out from under the bed, and put her knife to her neck.
"You better have a really fucking good reason why you're in here, Heather?"
"Look Lindsay, I was worried about you, I wanted to know what was going on. Why is Leanne doing this to you; why are you letting her?"
"Wrong answer!" Lindsay yelled, before stabbing Heather in the thigh.
"Next time it'll be your neck. Want to try again?"
"Um... Gwen, a little help here." Heather pleaded.
"Wait, Gwen's here too?"
Gwen ran out of the closet where she was hiding.
"Look Lindsay, what Heather said was right, we just care about you and we want to help you. So please, stop acting insane and hear us out, alright?"
"Look, nows not the best time to talk, both Leanne and James could potentially hear. How about tomorrow, after school, at Gwen's house?"
Both other girls nodded.
"OK, now get out of my room. And sorry about that cut, Heather."
Both girls jumped out the window, although Heather had more difficulty due to her wound.
"You need to get to a hospital?" Gwen asked.
"And what will I tell them? Just patch it up, call a cab, get me to your place and Emily can deal with it there." Which is exactly what they did.
Time: 11 October 2005
After school:
The three girls were in Gwen's house, Lindsay sitting on the bed while Gwen and Heather were standing around her to make sure she didn't try to run away again.
"OK, now we know what's going on, now please explain."
"Heather, Gwen," Lindsay began, "I know your both a little bit shocked by all this, but you have to believe that it's 100% consensual and has nothing to do with my recent personality change."
"Bullshit." Heather replied.
"Why are you covering for her Lindsay? Just tell us the truth, why is that so hard? What dirt could she possibly have on you that's turned you into some kind of puppet?"
"I ain't talking. You're wasting your time here, can I leave now? This is something I can deal with on my own."
Heather picked up her phone, dialled a number and put the phone to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey Bridgette; we have a bit of a crisis on our hands at Gwen's house. I'll tell you the details later, just bring your bong; and weed, lots of it."
About ten minutes later, Bridgette arrived at Gwen's house. Emily let her in and Bridgette immediately went upstairs, avoiding Rudy along the way, to get into Gwen's room.
"Pack a bowl," Heather instructed, "We need to get Lindsay talking."
"Why?" Bridgette asked.
Gwen told her the details.
"Did I hear that right? Leanne is raping her! That Ziggy Koole is a disgusting pervert."
(A/N: Okay, who gave Bridgette the ability to break the fourth wall? Don't ask me, even though I created the story, I don't know.)
"Who's Ziggy Koole?" Gwen asked.
"Never mind... but anyways that's pretty fucked up, dude; but what does this have to do with weed?"
"She won't tell us how it happened, and we're thinking if she's high she'll probably tell."
"Hey," Lindsay said, "I promised my mom I'd never smoke weed again."
"Well her promises don't mean shit," Gwen said, "so why should yours?"
After taking a hit herself, Bridgette forced the bong into Lindsay's mouth, where she naturally found herself breathing in the smoke.
A couple bowls later...
The four girls were sitting on the ground, completely stoned.
"Now Lindsay, can you please tell us?" Heather asked.
"OK man, I'll tell you."
She went on to tell them everything, from the horrific July 6th night, to October 11th, how Leanne found drugs in her bag, and about how she found out that she was an atheist, and that this had been going on for over 4 months.
"I knew it was July 6th. It's always Philly, isn't it? At least you got your Allen Iverson autographed picture on that day though, right bra?"
"Of course."
"Now doesn't it feel better to get that off your chest?" Gwen asked.
"If I could do it over I would have told you the instant it happened."
Late at night, but still October 11th
Leanne was in Lindsay's bed, waiting for her "daily special." To her surprise, Gwen, Heather, and Bridgette walked in alongside Lindsay.
"YOU TOLD! WHY YOU LITTLE-"
"Look, Leanne," Lindsay said, "You can't do this to me anymore. I'll accept whatever punishment I get for my actions, but you have to accept those for you."
"I won't accept!"
"You don't have much of a choice...DAD!"
James came running into Lindsay's room.
"What's up Lindsay?" he said, trying to look cool.
"Leanne... I don't know how to put this... she...she..."
"She raped her." Bridgette answered flatly.
"No fucking way." James said while chuckling a little, "Look, I know Leanne's a slut, but there's no way she's a child molester."
Heather got out her phone and showed James her recorded evidence.
"Oh..."
James sat on the floor, his head spinning, not really sure what to do.
"Leanne... I want you to know that what you did to my daughter is absolutely disgusting and you deserve to be imprisoned for life. With that being said... I'm not going to call the cops on you."
"WHAT!" the four young girls all yelled at the same time.
"I have to look like the rich, responsible, good Christian father. If my wife goes to jail, especially for something like child molestation, it'll make me look like the bad guy."
"So," Heather said, "What you're saying is, you care more about your image then the fact that your daughter has been raped."
"Well, when you put it like that you make me sound like a giant prick."
Leanne got up from off her bed, and pulled a couple bags of weed and a bag of shrooms out of her pocket.
"I found these in Lindsay's bag," she said when she handed them to James, "Enjoy." She smirked as she left the room.
"LINDSAY! THAT'S THE SECOND TIME YOU'VE DONE THAT!"
"Um...proportion?" Lindsay suggested.
"You're grounded for a month."
"OK..."
"And you're going to see Father Fletcher." And James left Lindsay's room.
"Well, that could have gone better." Gwen said.
"Thank you Captain Obvious... but at least I'm free from Leanne's clutches. And I can fuck Tyler now!" Lindsay squealed. "Thanks for your help girls, now get out of my fucking house, I'm tired."
The three girls jumped out the window in a similar fashion to how Gwen and Heather had done it the previous day.
"Alright, my home's in the opposite direction as yours', so, peace." Bridgette said while walking away.
"Good to know everything's back to normal... well, as normal as Dramatika ever gets." Gwen said.
"Y'know Gwen, you can be a bit of a freak sometimes, but we make a good team."
"Thanks Heather and I know you can be a total bitch, but you're not so bad yourself."
Time: 16 October 2005
Tyler was happy. Lindsay had told him that today was finally "the day" if you know what I mean. So he spent the night chilling in his room, just waiting for when Lindsay would come over. And she did.
"Hey Tyler." Lindsay said in a seductive manner as she walked in his room, turning off the lights in the process.
"Is this the night?"
"This is the night."
Lindsay began to slowly undress, first her top, then jeans, etcetera, until she stood naked in front of Tyler, who had an obvious boner at this point (although far from a large one.) She then walked over to Tyler, took off his pants and boxers, and started stroking him.
Small dick, Lindsay thought, oh well, hopefully he makes up for it with stamina.
But just as Lindsay was about to give him head, Tyler yelled: "I'm cumming," and he did.
"17." Lindsay said with no emotion at all.
"17 what?" Tyler asked, visibly embarrassed, although he already knew the answer a little.
"That's how long you lasted, 17 seconds. That's fucking awful!" Lindsay yelled.
"I'm sorry." Tyler said, "I'll do better next time."
"There won't be a next time."
"You mean you're breaking up with me? Just because I came too soon? Lindsay-"
But Lindsay just put her clothes back on and left.
"FUCK!" Tyler yelled, and punched his bed.
Lindsay left Tyler's house angry. She didn't want to feel like the shallow bitch, but she had been waiting a long time for that moment and it was perhaps the biggest disappointment of her life. She wondered why she liked Tyler that much in the first place; he wasn't even that interesting. Sure he was hot, but that can only get you so far in life. She didn't really regret breaking up with Tyler, even under that microscope of stress, but she knew she would have to deal with...
Time: 17 October 2005
"YOU DID WHAT!"
"I told you, I broke up with Tyler because he was terrible at sex."
"Lindsay, that's fucking psychotic." Gwen said.
"Wow, she's even a bigger bitch than me." Heather replied.
"I never really liked him that much in the first place." Lindsay protested.
"Then why'd you go out with him?"
"I was kind of forced into it by Leanne. After I got away from her I was trying to make something out of the relationship, but I guess it's not going to happen now."
"OK fine... but I'm still mad at you."
"Gwen, you got to believe me."
"I do believe you; I just don't think it's the right thing to do."
"Whatever." Lindsay said, and then left.
Time: 21 October 2005
Over the past couple of days, everyone had been talking about Lindsay and Tyler. Most people expected them to break up eventually, but it was the way it happened that shocked the world. Originally Lindsay was planning to make up some excuse as to why she broke up with Tyler, but eventually she caved and told the real answer with enough pressuring from Izzy. This put both Tyler and Lindsay in an awkward position, it made Lindsay look like a complete bitch, but it also exposed Tyler. Eighth graders are relatively fickle, so obviously no one except Tyler and Courtney (who basically gets offended by everything,) stayed mad at Lindsay for more than a couple days; but now Lindsay had a bigger problem, a counselling session with Father Michael Fletcher. She knew that Fletcher, despite being over 50, had a thing for her, but she couldn't tell anyone because he hadn't actually tried to make a move so nobody would believe that one of the most respected men in Dramatika was a pedophile. Still, she knew that the counselling session had the potential to be a disaster of epic proportions.
"So Lindsay," Fletcher said, "How old are you now?"
"Uh... I'm 12; I'll be 13 in December. Just a question, I thought you were a priest, when did you become a counsellor?" Lindsay asked.
"I'm both. And I thought that I was asking the questions."
"Sorry."
"You've been a bad girl from what I can tell, Lindsay, how does it make you feel?"
The way he said bad girl made Lindsay's blood boil, but she answered anyways.
"Actually, it feels pretty good. Marijuana just makes me feel better, y'know what I'm saying?"
"Lindsay, marijuana is from Satan, it's his way of trying to get to the weak minded people, and since you are not weak minded, you must resist."
Like he actually believes that, Lindsay thought.
"The government knows this, and that's why it's illegal." Fletcher continued. "But I wasn't just talking about the weed?"
"What else are you talking about then?"
"First of all, your homosexual fantasies."
"My what?"
"Your mother told me that you have a crush on a girl in your grade. I believe she said her name was Gwen Morrow."
"Well...um..."
"Leading scientists are saying it's biological, so it appears as if you just got unlucky. But what about your atheism, what went wrong in your life to make you turn away from God?"
This made Lindsay angry."If there was a God, I wouldn't have been ra-"
She stopped herself mid-sentence, realizing the consequences of what would happen if she finished the sentence.
"Ra... what?" Fletcher asked.
"Never mind."
"No please Lindsay, you can tell me anything." Fletcher said in a slightly seductive tone.
Oh joy, he's hitting on me again.
"Father, it's just not important. It's something I'd prefer to keep to myself. Anyways, I don't believe in God because I've never seen God."
"Everything around you is proof of the existence of God."
"But can't all those things be explained naturally?"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean the natural explanation is correct."
"Are you saying you don't believe in the Big Bang and evolution?"
"Lindsay, I'm a man of God, not a retard. Of course I accept science, and I believe that God made those things happen. Don't worry though; everyone goes through a phase in their life where they doubt the existence of God. It's called a crisis of faith; every intelligent person has one at one point in their life. Don't worry, you'll turn back to God soon enough. In the meantime, why don't I get you some tea?"
"I don't really drink tea."
"Coffee?"
"Sure, why not."
Fletcher left and returned to his office about five minutes later with two cups of coffee; handing Lindsay one of them.
"Thanks." She replied.
Fletcher sat down next to Lindsay (as opposed to across from her as he had previously,) and the two drank their coffees in peace. However, once they were finished, Fletcher put his arm around Lindsay.
"Um... Father, what are you doing?"
"Just trying to help." He said as he began to gradually move his hand lower before grabbing her ass.
"You sick piece of shit." Lindsay immediately jumped up and slapped Fletcher across the face. "Get away from me."
"Well... our session is about done anyways, so see you in two weeks."Fletcher said hopefully while Lindsay walked out of the room furious.
"Why are you upset?" James, who drove her to the session, asked.
"No reason... I just don't think we accomplished much."
"Oh... well hopefully you'll accomplish more next time."
"Yeah." Replied Lindsay, with little or no emotion.
Time: 31 October 2005
Izzy was having another crazy Halloween party. Lindsay took care of the "Julius Smiley problem" by telling him there was a massive doughnut eating contest on October 31st in inner city St. Louis (which there was.) As for Fahim, he probably wouldn't be much of a problem without Smiley around.
So the party started around 8 pm, and things started going as usual, beer, weed, hook-ups, etc. Lindsay; however, didn't really feel like partying. She was upset from a lot of things that had happened lately (for obvious reasons,) so she sat on a chair in the living room smoking a cigarette.
Duncan and Gwen, with their arms around each other, walked up to Lindsay.
"Hey Lindsay? Sad?" Duncan said in a mocking tone.
Gwen was more sympathetic. "What's wrong, girl? Everything OK."
"I don't know, I just feel bad right now, I think I need someone to talk to."
"Well, it won't be me, Duncan and I are going upstairs. I think we're gonna be a thing now, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah I know. Where's Bridgette?"
"She's with Geoff."
"Heather?"
"She's with Trent and Cody."
"Two guys at once, lucky bitch. OK, you two have fun, I'll be okay."
"You shouldn't smoke, it's bad for you."
"Fuck off."
Gwen and Duncan just shrugged as he carried her upstairs and into a spare room. An Indian-looking guy who looked vaguely familiar to Lindsay sat next to her.
"Rough day?"
"You wouldn't know the half of it. Do you go to Davis? (Name of the middle school that Gwen and Lindsay go to.)"
"Yeah... I've been going since Grade 7, you just never noticed me."
"Oh... sorry."
"Don't worry, not many people know me very much. I only came to this part because Cody basically dragged me here. You know Cody, right?"
"Yeah, I know Cody."
"Kinda crazy isn't he?"
"For sure."
"I'm Noah by the way. Noah Patel."
"I'm Lindsay Cunningham."
"Yeah, everyone in Dramatika knows who you are. Did you really break up with Tyler because he had a small dick?"
"Yeah... well and because he has PME. And because he might be gay."
"Wow... that is cold."
Lindsay's face turned red with embarrassment.
"Hey Noah."
"What?"
"You're kinda cute."
This time it was Noah's turn to blush.
"Well... um... thanks."
Lindsay finished her cigarette and tossed it on the ground.
"Y'know, you really shouldn't smoke, it's bad for you."
"Fuck off." She said before breaking out in laughter.
Time: 1 November 2005
With no cops showing up, everyone who didn't go home early was asleep in various places in the house. At 7 am, Gwen and Duncan were asleep in one bedroom, Geoff and Bridgette in another, and Izzy and DJ in the third. Heather was asleep in the basement naked while Cody and Trent were hi-fiving each other on the way out the front door. Lindsay was asleep on the couch, while everyone else went home earlier. Thankfully, November 1st was a Saturday, so they were in no rush to get to school (unlike the previous party where they all had to drive their tired asses to school after the party which was ended early by Smiley anyways.) Still, 2 new couples came because of this party, Gwen and Duncan; and Geoff and Bridgette. Izzy followed DJ around for much of the next year, similar to what she had done with Geoff the previous year. However, he wasn't really that interested in her.
Time: 3 November 2005
Lindsay and Noah saw each other for the first time since the party. They decided to start hanging out, as friends of course.
Time: 5 November 2005
Duncan and Gwen had their first date since the party.
Time: 12 November 2005
Duncan and Gwen went on a double date with Geoff and Bridgette.
Time: 14 November 2005
One day, Lindsay and Noah were hanging out at Noah's house staring at each other awkwardly... they found themselves kissing. It wasn't planned, they weren't even officially dating, it just sort of happened. But after they kissed:
"Do you want to go out with me?" Lindsay asked.
"I'd love to." Noah said, "But... aren't I supposed to ask, I am the guy after all."
"Fuck you." Lindsay said half-jokingly.
Time: 19 November 2005
Gwen and Duncan were sitting in Gwen's room making out, when Duncan started to peel Gwen's clothing off.
"Duncan, I'm not sure about this."
"C'mon girl, you already blew me once."
"Yeah, when I was drunk as fuck."
"Gwen, please."
"Are you begging?"
Duncan shot her a dirty look.
"Fine."
Gwen pulled off his jeans and boxers and began sucking his dick. This went on for a couple of minutes, until Duncan came.
"Ready for the main course?" Gwen said, while licking her lips.
"That's a really corny line."
"Shut the fuck up." Gwen said.
Duncan put on a condom and Gwen rode his re-erected penis.
"Oh shit!" Gwen yelled. "That's so good man, don't fucking stop!"
The fucking continued until both participants hit their climax. After they were done, Duncan crashed and fell asleep, leaving Gwen to think about it.
I just had sex, Gwen thought. Lindsay doesn't have that on me anymore.
Time: 20 November 2005
"So... you and Duncan?" Lindsay mocked.
"Shut the fuck up." Gwen responded.
Time: 27 November 2005
DJ Thomas filed a restraining order on Izzy, just as Geoff had done the previous year.
Time: 3 December 2005
"OK Fletcher... these sessions have been going on for over a month. You're never going to get with me." Lindsay said, "NEVER! Got that?"
"Could I call you when your 18?" Fletcher asked hopefully.
"I guess I can't stop you."
"And can I take a naked picture of you?"
"Excuse me?"
"I mean... can I take a picture of you, with you completely fully clothed?"
"Um... OK I guess."
"Yay!"
Time: 7 December 2005
Gwen, Lindsay, Bridgette, and Heather were chilling after school.
"Y'know," Heather exclaimed, "I gotta be honest, I never expected that of the four of us, Gwen and Bridgette would be the only ones with boyfriends."
"Hey, I have Noah!" Lindsay protested.
"I said boyfriend, not girlfriend." Heather shot back, "So Bridgette, have you and Geoff had sex yet?"
"Oh my God, yes! It was so awesome, I can see why Izzy was so obsessed with him for like a year."
"What about you and Duncan, Gwen?"
Gwen nodded silently.
"Ooh Gwen, getting her freak on." Heather said in a half mocking tone. "I can't believe I don't have a boyfriend."
"Heather, it's not that bad." Bridgette argued.
"The last time I did anything with a guy was the Halloween Party." Heather complained.
"Didn't you score with two guys at once?"
"Yeah... but I've gotten nothing since."
"You know who I heard might like you?" Gwen said.
"Who?"
"Rudy Morrow."
Gwen, Bridgette, and Lindsay started laughing.
"Ha-ha." Said Heather.
"You should totally go out with Rudy, you two would be so cute together." Bridgette suggested.
"Yeah... I'll go out with Rudy when... when... what's a really crazy thing that will never happen?" Heather wondered.
"How about when the President of the United States is some black guy that no one ever heard of before?" Lindsay suggested.
Lindsay, Heather, and Gwen began laughing.
"Um..." Bridgette started.
"And you know what else?" Lindsay offered, "His name won't even sound American, like it won't even be like Joe Smith or something, it'll be like... like... "Barrack," or something like that."
The three girls began laughing even more.
"Um... guys?"
"And then all those Right-wing retards will; get this; they'll claim he's not an American citizen."
"No one could possibly be so stupid." Gwen said.
"Hey, we're speaking hypothetically, it could happen."
"Well, I'd say more than could." Bridgette offered, but the other three girls just ignored her.
"Okay," Gwen said, "So if we're thinking of crazy scenarios which technically could happen but have no chance of ever coming to fruition... Swine flu will actually be a problem."
"Good one, Goth chick." Heather said. "OK I got one: some southern US State, probably like Mississippi or Texas or something, will change its textbooks to make it look like Thomas Jefferson never existed."
"No!" Gwen shouted.
"Of course." Heather replied, and the three girls laughed even harder. Bridgette didn't say anything this time, she just smiled to herself.
"And I have another one, they're going to find Saddam Hussein hiding in some hole somewhere in Iraq, and then some douche bag will film his execution and upload it to YouTube."
The three girls laughed even more.
"I have the best one of all." Lindsay said.
"What?"
"They're going to find Osama Bin Laden... chilling in his basement."
The three girls laughed hysterically.
"Well," Bridgette said, "Those are some interesting ideas."
She smiled to herself, knowing the truth.
(A/N: How the fuck does Bridgette know the future? Don't ask me, even though I created the story, I don't know.)
Time: 29 December 2005
Lindsay's birthday. While she spent most of the day with her closest friends, she spent the night at Noah's house. At first they just made small talk, with Noah talking about his great grades and Lindsay about her relatively pathetic ones (although she was managing to pass every one of her courses but not by much.) However, eventually things began to get a little heated, and eventually things became a flurry of sex and emotion, which ended with both Noah and Lindsay collapsed in Noah's bed. Lindsay lit a spliff, but Noah didn't want to hit it. Before they fell asleep; however...
"I love you." Lindsay said.
"I... I love you too." Noah echoed.
A/N: Aw... how cute. So that's Chappie 12 for y'all, I know it's a little bit corny but I did my best. And I know I didn't really describe Noah and Lindsay's sex scene, but I was getting tired and I'd already described quite a few sex scenes in the last two chapters. If you're looking for hot sexytimes, there are much better places to go than a crappy fanfiction story.