Obscura ~ Age 16
Shitty techno music flooded the halls and shook the floor.
Un-tss, un-tss, un-tss.
Dave leaned on the wall, as cool people are want to do. He didn't dance. Cool guys didn't dance. They just leaned on things and bobbed their heads in time with the music.
Un-tss, un-tss, un-tss.
He wasn't really sure why he had even come to this fucking party. He had been invited, of course. He was invited to a lot of parties. The only difference was that this time, he had actually accepted.
Un-tss, un-tss, un-tss.
Why? It's not like he knew anyone. Oh well. It is the fate of the cool guy to be dragged to weirdass sketchy houses filled with questionable, semi-sober idiots. It was just something he'd have to put up with once and a while.
Un-tss, un-tss, un-tss.
"Hey, man."
Dave looked up. "Yo."
"How are you enjoying this motherfucking miracle of a party? This shit is motherfucking fantastic all up in my stuff."
Dave frowned a little, squinting through the hazy light at his conversational partner. It must be Gabe, he thought. He didn't know anyone else who talked like that—like a fucking stoner.
"Do you want some motherfucking faygo? This shit is amazing, man, it's made of miracles and puppies or something. Well, maybe not puppies. That'd be fucking weird. But it tastes just so fucking good, man, you don't even know."
"Nah, man, I'm good."
"Come on, man, enjoy yourself. Life's too short to waste on appearances."
"What appearances."
Gabe laughed. He had painted his face for who-the-hell-knows-what-reason, but it was starting to smudge from all the heat and the sweat of the party. "Don't ask me, cool guy."
"This is no appearance. I am cool. I am as chill as a fucking polar bear, man, just not giving a shit and being one with the fucking snow."
"Ha ha, man, yeah. I feel you, brother. Do you want some motherfucking faygo? This shit is amazing, man, it's—"
"Made of miracles and puppies or some other weirdass shit, yeah, you said."
"Shit, did I? Man, these lights are fucking with my motherfucking brain. But seriously, man, try the fucking faygo it is miracles, just pure, unadulterated fucking miracles."
"Yeah, fine, whatever." Dave succumbed to the idiot's temptation and accepted the offer.
Six plastic cups of faygo later, the two of them proceeded to have the worst rap-off the world had ever seen.
"Drinking faygo and shit 'cause it's up in my head," Gabe shouted at no one in particular in a rather out of key tune.
"I'm turning back time because I'll soon be dead," Dave completed.
"Bitches be jelly of my fine-ass rhymes."
"Betas by the dozen costing nothing but dimes."
And so continued the shitty rap.
By the time they had made their way through another three cups, they were collapsed on a couch and their ill beats were becoming less and less colloquial and more and more literal. Dave thought he was going to throw up.
"What the fuck was in that shit," Dave asked.
"Dunno, man, maybe someone spiked that shit. No wonder there are just so many fucking miracles tonight. More than usual, man, like a whole motherfucking boatload of miracles just fucking everywhere all the time."
"Fuck, that explains a lot."
"Does it explain our godly motherfucking rhymes, man? Because we were on fucking fire."
"We are just the coolest assholes in the history of cool-dude asshole guys," Dave said. He wasn't really sure if that made sense, but Gabe was nodding along placidly so he sort of just assumed it did.
"Fucking miracles," said Gabe. They stared out at the jostling people. Everything seemed to be bathed in a weird red glow, like someone hooked up a bunch of cheap floodlights to the ceiling. Fuck, that's probably what had happened.
"Shit man, I feel sick. This is fucking disgusting, like a…like…thing that is gross, ugh, I can't even think of a fucking metaphor or simile or…or just shit, man, what the hell."
"Nah, man, just let it happen. You aren't feeling it, my brother. You gotta be one with the juice, you gotta stop fighting it."
"What the hell are you…fuck, it's…." Dave rubbed his pounding head. He felt far too hot and far too dizzy.
"Ha ha, man, you are so out of it. You need some more motherfucking miracle juice, that's what you need."
"Fuck, no, I don't want any more of that piss. I can barely fucking see."
"Take off your shades, man, you'll never see the stars if you don't."
"The hell are you talking about, I…" But Dave couldn't really form the sentence in his mind. His words were sort of slurring together and the damn tempo of the music was fucking with his heartbeat. His head drooped. Everything was spinning.
Un-tss, un-tss, un-tss.
Un-tss, un-tss, un-tss.
The next thing Dave knew, he was flat on his back in an alleyway.
Everything was dark.
"Wurr the shit arm I."