Playlist Chapter 14: Victoria?, a sky high fanfic

Playlist Chapter 14

Songs: Remedy by Seether & Drive by Incubus

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Turning back to the car Victoria got to work.

"Layla, call your mom."

"What! I can't do that! What am I supposed to tell her!" she looked on the verge of hyperventilating as she freaked out about explaining the situation to her mother.

"Layla, LAY! Chill. Just tell her you're calling to check in and tell her the party's over. You don't even have to go home if you don't want. Just say you're staying at my house cuz I was worried about you going home so late at night."

"Wait, that's why you want me to call? But how will that even make sense? She knows Warren and I were the only ones going." Letting out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding, the hippie watched with wide eyes as the other girl tried to lug the near-unconscious pyro inside the house all by herself. Man she was strong.

"Then say I called you first to see how things were going." Really this girl was getting on her last nerve. Stumbling under a certain pyro's weight, Victoria called out for help, "Anytime you feel like helping Layla!"

"Oh! sorry." running over she mirrored Victoria by putting Warren's unoccupied arm over her shoulder. "Sorry again. Ever since Will got his powers I've never had to help with these kinds of things."

"Oh? So you lug around drunk and barely conscious friends at all ungodly hours of the morning on the regular?"

"No. That's not what I meant! I mean- you know what I mean! For heavy lifting and stuff!"

This brought to light how they were both pretty darn good at multitasking. I mean it was hard enough as is to lug a drunk person up some stairs but add the fact that he probably outweighed the two of them combined it was a feat for someone without super strength. And to top it all off they were still able to banter back and forth like nothing.

"Yeah I know, I just couldn't help myself." Snickering at how flustered the green girl was getting, she shrugged Warren's arm back up onto her shoulders and gave a quick gesture towards a doorway.

"We'll put him in there."

"Ok."

After successfully hauling the heavy and completely unconscious boy into the room the girls dumped him on the bed then stopped to catch their breath. Having done far less work than her music-obsessed friend, Layla was able to catch her breath much faster and had time to take in the room they were in.

"Wow…" the hippie trained off, mouth hanging wide open.

Having recovered by now, Victoria looked up at the other girl and asked, "Wow what?"

"This room is amazing! It's so simple but so awesome!"

Chuckling Victoria glanced around the room as well. "Thanks, I try."

"Wait, are you saying- Did you do this?"

"I had some help with painting it and everything. But it was my design."

The walls were a light lavender half way up the wall then led into a dark navy blue that covered the top half of the wall and the ceiling. Little glitters of silver shone slightly from the ceiling like … like.. stars!

"Oh wow! Those look just like stars!"

"That was the general idea babe."

"Heheh, right." Looking at the pyro resting on the bed before her, Layla's head tilted slightly in question.

"Well first things first? We have to roll him on his side."

Instantly going to work the two girls went to work though Layla just couldn't wrap her mind around why they were doing this.

"Why exactly does he have to be on his side?"

"So that if he pukes he won't drown in it."

"Oh gross!" backing up quickly from the boy as if he'd blow chunks at any moment, her nose crinkled in disgust.

"Lay!" the hippie had moved so quickly to get away she had left the other girl to hold Warren's weight all by herself. Quickly moving her right hand to better distribute his weight, Victoria sighed in relief at having caught the drunk idiot before he fell off the bed.

"Sorry!"

"S'alright. Just help me out here?"

"Right."

Looking to her hands to make sure she wouldn't let him go too soon as the green girl came closer, Victoria noticed where her right hand had been placed to steady Warren and promptly blushed. Of all times! Really now?... thought she had to admit, even if only to herself, that he had a great ass.

"K, I got him."

"Great now bend the leg on top so it lays over the other one."

"Like this? How come-"

"Yeah, and it's to keep his weight balanced so he doesn't fall back over."

"Oh. What are you doing?"

"Moving his arm so he can use it as pillow… it also keep his face from sitting in it if he pukes."

"And you're just ok with that?"

"Ok with what?"

"Him puking on your bed?"

"I guess. I mean if he had the chance I'd much prefer for him to puke in a garbage can but if he can't make it, which he probably wouldn't be able to do in his current condition, then I wouldn't hold it against him."

"Ok… but how come you're so.. so chill about it?"

"Chill, Lay?"

"You know what I mean!"

"Yeah, I get it. I'd do it for any of you guys though… I guess."

"You guess? Well ok then. I don't think I'd be willing to let him puke on my bed or any of you guys actually… maybe Will. But that's only because we've been friends for so long and he's my boyfriend."

"That's wonderful Layla."

"We're you even listening?"

"Sure I was."

"Then what did I say?"

"Only Will, the love of your life, would be allowed to puke on your bed."

"Guess you were listening for the most part."

"Mm-hm."

It was silent for a minute or so as Victoria tried to go over a list in her head of what to do if your friend is suffering from alcohol poisoning.

"I'll be back in a sec, k?"

"Wait! Where are you going! What if he wakes up!"

"That's why I'm going so we'll be a bit more prepared for when he does."

"Oh, are you getting coffee? Cuz I could sure use a cup. I think even the supposedly "normal" punch was spiked too… I really wish I had thought about that before downing a cup. It seemed pretty strong too… burned on the way down and I'm starting to get a headache."

"That, Layla, is because you're a light weight. It might not have even been as strong as you may think." Thinking back on it Victoria pictured the punchbowl and mentally retracted that last statement. That had definitely been some hardcore stuff in there… she could only hope it hadn't been ruffied too.

"Well excuse me for not being a seasoned drinker!"

"You're excused. But seriously, that's a good thing. Not being able to handle a lot means you haven't killed enough of your brain cells… or something like that."

"Ok… how do you know all this stuff?"

"Took a health class first semester freshman year before I got transferred here for the rest of that year. They made sure to cover all the important stuff about alcohol and how to handle just about everything it comes with."

"Oh."

"Yeah, and that's a nope on the coffee."

"Wait. Why?"

"Cuz coffee doesn't actually help to sober a person up. It just makes them an alert drunk instead of a sleepy one."

"But wouldn't that help Warren at least. He looks like he could use a good waking up."

"No my dear Hippie, it wouldn't, cuz he's unconscious not asleep. Remember? If we tried to sit him up and tried to get him to drink it we might end up drowning him… and not only would he maybe drown but it would be in scalding hot coffee."

Flinching at the thought she just decided to let Victoria continue on with doing her own thing. Good thing she'd called her too, she seriously doubted any of the others would have known any of this stuff. Heck, she doubted her mom even knew most of this stuff.

As she watched the other girl leave the room she couldn't help but notice how well Vicky was taking this. She'd been so against going with them in the first place for the sake of her weekend to herself but now she seemed just fine with surrendering it for the sake of taking care of Warren in his current state.

She could be really mature sometimes. And it really put her at ease that someone was around that knew how to fix everything. Just as she finished that thought Vicky walked back in the room with two cups, a small pitcher, and a handful of something.

"What's all that for? Some magic remedy you've whipped up in you infinite wisdom in taking care of the inebriated and incapacitated?"

Laughing lightly Victoria shook her head in the negative but answered anyway. "Something like that." Setting that cups and pitcher down she filled both cups till they had about an inch of water each before handing one to Layla and opening her clenched fist.

"Take two."

"What are they?"

"Ibuprofen. Should help with the headache for now."

"Oh all right." Quickly taking the medicine she watched as the other girl set the other cup and meds on one of the nightstands. That must be for Warren.

"Thanks by the way."

"For what, Lay?"

"For helping. I know you really wanted the weekend to yourself."

"It's no big deal. Sacrificing some of my weekend for some friends in need is worth it."

"Still, thanks."

"No thanks necessary, but you're welcome anyway. Now why don't you call your mom."

"Oh, right! I'll get right on that." Walking out of the room and a little down the hallway for quiet the hippie took out her phone and made the call.

"Warren, you are such an idiot. Why would you go and do something like this?" she whispered as she looked down at said passed out idiot with concern in her eyes.

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"Okay. Yeah mom. Uh-huh. Okay night." As she finished up her call with her mom she plopped down on the living room couch. "That went surprisingly well. Vicky was right… and really helpful. My mom didn't even question it when I told her what Vicky said to."

Resting her head on the back of the couch she closed her eyes and relaxed. She'd been so freaked earlier she hadn't been able to unwind even in her calmer moments. But now everything was fine, Vicky would handle it. She was really good at this stuff… man she couldn't get over that.

Sitting in the quite for a bit she decided a nap sounded like a good idea. But then this weird buzzing sound made itself know. "What is that!" she muttered annoyed.

Looking around her eyes finally settled on the couch a few cushions over sat Victoria's mp3. She hadn't even though of it earlier but now that she did it was more than obvious, Vicky'd been without her little music-lifeline. That thought was almost scary cuz even if she wasn't listening to it Vicky never left without it. For a while the gang had even considered that it might have fused to her somehow.

"Guess she was really worried about us." Falling over to reach for the mp3 but not willing to actually get up from her comfy spot, she grabbed it and brought it closer. Looking around for fear that Vicky would descend upon her in a fit of raging fury; she carefully put in an earbud while she checked the screen.

At that very moment the song changed and went from a moment of silence before blaring to life again. Immediately she jumped and snatched the earbud out. That was WAY too loud! How was Vicky not deaf? Glaring at the little device, she turned down the volume before trying again.

Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
If you want me hold me back

Thinking over it, she supposed that it wasn't the mp3's fault it had nearly blown her eardrum out. After all it was Vicky that had set the volume… not to mention it was kinda an oversight on her own part. If she'd been able to hear it from the other side of the couch then maybe, just maybe, it would be really loud. And so she mentally apologized to the poor mp3 that hadn't deserved her glare. And then promptly felt like an idiot for doing it.

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "you be the death of me"

Nodding her head along with it she was a bit surprised it wasn't making her headache worse. Maybe the ibuprofen was kicking in?

I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here
If you want me hold me back

Wow in a way this song kind fit their situation. Stopping for a bit she just listened to the lyrics.

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

She thought over the lyrics and started making comparisons. Warren had been looking pretty pale… and more than a little frail when he passed out in the car. It's so weird seeing him look so vulnerable.

Hold your eyes closed, take me in
Hold your eyes closed, take me in

She guessed Vicky had kinda been their remedy. She'd fix everything! …Well not everything. But Layla was pretty sure she could and would pretty soon. She'd make a great hero.

"Huh, that last line… I wonder if that's how Vicky feels? She had sounded pretty freaked out over the phone when I told her about Warren." And with that she rested her head back on the seat and fell asleep. The last thing to cross her mind as she drifted off was a singular question.

I wonder if she likes him.

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"I wonder what's taking Layla so long to make that call." Waiting a bit longer Victoria finally decided to go look for her.

Upon reaching the living room she found the aforementioned hippie asleep on the couch. "Huh, I guess all this really wore her out… well I can't just let her sleep on the couch." Walking around to the other side she knelt down in front of the other girl before nudging her shoulder.

"Layla?" she started off at a whisper not wanting to scare the green clad girl. Her nudging soon turned into a slight shake of the shoulder and her whisper came up to normal speaking volume before Layla responded.

"Vicky?" she started rubbing her eyes as she propped herself up on one arm. "Wha… what time's it?"

Her words sounded a little slurred but that was easily attributed to her sleepiness… and maybe the punch she drank.

"It's about two in the morning Lay. How you feelin?"

"Okay I guess." Looking down she stared at the mp3 that sat next to her on the couch her drowsy mind working to find why that being there and Vicky being there at the same time was a bad thin- oh crap!

Snapping up in sit completely straight and completely awake she stumbled over her words as she tried to get out an explanation.

"I'msorryVicky!I'msooooosorry!Ididn'.'tmeananythingbyitIswear!"

"Whoa Layla. Slow down and take a breath. Now what's up?"

Following Victoria's instructions she was able to calm herself down enough to try again. "I said I'm sorry Vicky, I'm sooooo sorry. I didn't mean to. I was just curious. It was sitting there and I heard it playing so I decided to listen to it. I didn't mean anything by it. I swear!"

"Huh?" following the green-girl's eyes down to the couch she found her mp3 sitting innocently, before following the headphones back up to find Layla still had an earbud in. "Oh."

"I'm sorry I know I shouldn't have touched it-"

"It's fine Layla. You didn't hurt it or anything so stop freakin out." Standing back up and dusting her jeans of imaginary dust, she looked down at her friend before offering her hand. "Now if you had broken it or deleted all my music I would have killed you."

Looking guiltily at the ground between them Layla set the mp3 in her music-obsessed friend's hand followed by the earbuds.

"Oookay. That's not what I meant but whatever." Shrugging she turned off the mp3 and shoved it into her pocket before once again extending her hand.

Looking you up at the hand held in front of her face it struck her that Vicky meant to help her stand up, she hadn't been asking for the mp3. Maybe she really wasn't mad about it then. Taking the other girl's hand she was hauled up off the couch but she lost her balance and nearly fell into Victoria.

"Whoa there. How many cups of that punch did you drink?"

"I don't remember. I think it was just one though. It was way too strong to go back for more. I don't think I even finished my first cup." Placing a hand on her forehead as if it would help stave away the dizziness, Layla placed her other hand on Victoria's shoulder for balance.

"Come on let's get you to bed." Grabbing the slightly inebriated girl by the arm, Victoria guided her to the stairs and up them to the guestroom a little farther down the hall.

Looking around the room Layla found it rather unremarkable and was slightly disappointed to find it wasn't anything like Vicky's had been. "Whose room is this?"

"It's the guestroom why?" she asked while sitting the hippie on the bed.

"Oh. Well why didn't we just put Warren in here? Why risk him puking on your stuff if he could just be in here."

To tell the truth she hadn't really thought about it. She'd just wanted to get Warren situated and comfortable as soon as possible to make sure he was okay. And she told the redhead just that. The other girl nodded her understanding before plopping back on the bed and promptly groaning in displeasure.

"What's wrong?"

"I feel horrible!" she groaned again, turning on her side and curling up in a fetal position.

Chuckling at Layla's discomfort she let that be the only condescending thing to pass her lips at the moment. She'd mention this later of course, but for now she was just here to help. "Need anything."

"Yessssss. Shoot me!"

"Ha! Hmmm sorry, can't do that. I don't that would look too good for my superhero career. Maybe I could call a hit on you? But that would take some time."

"Viiiiiickyyyyyyyyyyy. That's not funny." Her voice became muffled as she turned over on her stomach and buried her face in the sheets.

"Okay okay. I'll stop. I gotta go check on Warren, can't leave him alone for too long. But I've got my cell on me so call if you need anything." She watched the other girl nod into the covers before leaving.

"I hope she learned her lesson about helping people." Victoria allowed a small smile at her own sarcasm, man it never stopped being fun.

Upon re-entering her bedroom she found Warren still passed out on her bed. Going over to make sure, Victoria walked closer and checked his pulse and breathing. "Well at least he hasn't died in my short absence." Shaking her head she moves to grab her desk chair before bringing it over to the side of the bed to watch over him. Doubling back on a second though she grabbed the garbage can and set it on the side closest to Warren.

"Not exactly how I imagined it would be having a guy in bed for the first time… for one he reeks of alcohol , two he's passed out, and three we didn't even do anything." She muttered but ended up making herself blush at that last part. Last thing she needed was for him to wake up and hear that.

Tilting her head to the side in contemplation a thought came to her, at least it was Warren in her bed. After all how many girls could say they'd had Warren Peace in bed… wait she really didn't wanna know that!

Sighing as she tilted her head to look down at her hands she felt her hair fall in front of her face like a curtain. It had been a while since she'd done that was her last coherent thought as she began to drift off.

Abruptly shooting up to sit straight, Victoria rubbed her eyes trying to stay awake. She couldn't fall asleep now, what if Warren woke up or got worse? Shaking her head as if to knock the sleep from her hazy mind she stood and went to turn on her stereo setting it to a low volume so it wouldn't bother Warren but hopefully it'd still keep her awake.

As music filled the room she sunk back into her chair to continue watch duty, occasionally nodding here and there but all in all staying awake.

Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much I let the fear take the wheel and steer

Starting at the passed out pyro, her eyebrows frowned and she leaned over to move some hair that had fallen in his face. Isn't that usually what the guy's supposed to do? She let out a sleepy chuckle as her brain continued to supply her with comments even when she felt she was on the verge of joining her friends in dreamland.

It's driven me before and it seems to have a vague haunting mass appeal
Lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel Sitting back in her chair she let her head rest on the back of it and gazed up at the ceiling. "You know, it wouldn't hurt to rest my eyes for a bit… man that's a stupid TV cliché thing to say but.. What's the worst that could happen? I'm right here if he needs anything."

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes, yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there

Closing her eyes she just barely stayed on the edge on consciousness, tapping her fingers against her knees in hopes of it keeping her busy enough to stay awake.

So if I decide to wavier my chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive
Ah-ah-ahuu

Her fingers stopped drumming and fell limp in her lap as her head lolled to the side a bit.

It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around
Lately I'm beginnin to find that when I drive myself my life is found

Finally falling into sleep the world faded around her along with her senses. First taste, then touch, her sense of smell followed that, and sight had been long gone since she'd closed her eyes. Her hearing was the last to go as she completely passed out.

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes, yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there

Just as one consciousness faded out another came to. Glancing around at the unfamiliar surroundings Warren tried to sit up before failing miserably and falling onto his back. He felt so heavy both physically and mentally. Even his thoughts felt sluggish.

Would you choose water over wine
Hold the wheel and drive

Turning his head he spotted a vaguely human shape and focused on it. The harder he tried the more senses came back to him but the more his head began to hurt. His hearing was the first thing to come back to him closely followed by his sense of smell, that only made him feel even more sick to his stomach though due to the sheer stench of alcohol coming off himself.

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes, yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there

Finally his sight came into focus and he was finally able to make out the figure sitting in front of him before passing out again from the sensory overload.

Do-do-do do-do-do do-do-doo-do-d-do
Tomorrow
doo-do-d-do
Do-do-do do-do-do do-do-doo

However, one thing passed through his mind before he was out.

Victoria?

Hope you all enjoyed it! And remember all song suggestions are appreciated!

ps: i've also managed to out do the most words per chap once again... just thought i'd mention that!^_^!