(A/N) I'm trying to update a lot more, so bear with me... I'm just caught in the sophomore slump of this new school year. I went back and revised the story a bit because I decided that I wanted to make this a lot more fictitious than it was turning out to be. Ha... it had started to creep me out how I was writing the memoirs of my summer with my friends. A bit too personal. So this is the souped-up version- same basic storyline, but with much more flair, description, and drama.

Sex, drugs, rock n' roll.

Onward we go...

Meanwhile upstairs...

"Where in the FUCK is Spot?" Yelled an angry Blink, slamming his body into a chair at the same table with two of his other band members from the Newsboys, Bumlets and Mush. Bumlets was sitting relaxed, his arm around his girlfriend, Granny, who sat on the side of his chair. Mush sat across from Blink, looking as quite confused at his friend's sour mood. Mush was known within the tight-knit group of garage bands as "Mush the Mauler", a joke, considering he was known for his naivety, and his kind and gentle disposition.

Bumlets looked at his girlfriend, knowing how she avoided involvement in the subject at hand. He also didn't want to pull the innocent Mush into it as well. Bumlets nudged his girlfriend and gave her a meaningful nod. Granny then turned to Mush, saying,

"Hey, come with me to buy an espresso before you guys play." Before the perplexed Mush had time to respond or sift through any of the confusion, Granny had him by the upper arm, dragging him through the crowd toward the stairs to the front of the coffee shop.

"So what's the problem now?" Asked Bumlets in a low voice, leaning toward Blink. Blink fumed silently for a moment, then shifted his eyes to the front door and stage area, to the back door, where unbeknownst to him, Spot and Kat sat talking. After a moment, he spoke.

"Spot. Can't find him." Blink spoke in short sentences, careful not to be heard by anyone around them. But this was an unnecessary precaution, the loud music of The Underfed made it difficult to carry on even a normal conversation in the small adjacent room.

"Did you already pay him?"

"No."

"Then what's the problem?" Bumlets shook his friend as his friend. Always one to overreact.

"Just that he disappeared. I called him earlier with an order, and he said he'd have it. I saw him earlier. I know he was here." Blink looked around again. Spot was the most reliable guy he knew. They were very close friends, and Spot had never let him down before.

"He was here. I saw him talking with that Kat Kaylor chick. The one that goes to your school." Bumlets went to Denton High, but also knew of her.

"Kat Kaylor the Slut." Blink seemed even angrier now. "God dammit, Spot!"

"That's not right." Said Bumlets, sticking up for a girl he had never really met. "She seemed super chill and really nice. Spot seemed to like her enough."

Blink sat back huffily in the plastic green chair. The girl was hot as Hell... but business is business. Spot should have his priorities straight. Bumlets shook his head and also sat back, looking around for Spot, hoping to find him before Blink really blew a fuse. The lead guitarist in The Newsboys, and a well-liked guy among the band circuit, Blink also had the tendency to be very extreme in emotion and actions. Happy, sad, angry and violent: everything to the furthest it could be taken.

Spot came around the corner and through the little back door that led into the side room, pulling Kat in behind him by the front belt loops of her low-slung jeans. Blink saw him immediately and jumped up, pushing himself around the other plastic tables and chairs to get to Spot.

"Conlon! CONLON!!" Blink yelled above the power chords that caused the rotting floor planks to vibrate. Seeing Blink and knowing what he was after, Spot turned to Kat.

"Wait here a second, ok?" Kat nodded and flashed him a quick grin. Spot ran to meet his blond-haired friend who also went to her school, and she stood in the corner, moving unconsciously to the beat and unable to stop a smile from coming across her face. The hottest guy there was interested in her, and he had kissed her out on the back steps. Poor Kat was falling fast.

"Where in the hell were you?" Questioned Blink. Spot nodded to where Kat stood alone, waiting for him.

"With Kat." Spot answered simply, shrugging.

"Fuck, man, way to go." Blink laughed and playfully punched Spot in the arm.

"Nah. Just talking." Said Spot casually. His friend had a sick mind.

Kat had been looking at the band playing, and trying to give Spot a little privacy. But curiosity overtook her and she watched the two guys talk, wondering if they were talking about her.

"You got my order?" Asked Blink, lowering his voice below conversation level.

"Have I failed you yet, Blink?" Spot asked, as Blink handed him a wad of money. Trusting his friend, Spot didn't bother to count the money. Blink wouldn't short change him the $70. Spot pulled out his Italian leather wallet and stuck the money in, not bothering to unroll it. He wanted to get back to Kat before she noticed anything.

Digging into his front left pocket, he pulled out two neatly folded envelopes of waxed paper and handed them to Blink.

"This good stuff?" asked Blink.

"Damn straight it is." Spot grinned and spit-shook with Blink.

Across the room, a shocked Kat looked at a poster on the wall intently, though her mind flashed across what she had just seen. She knew what those envelopes were from the health class videos they'd shown the students in seventh grade. She knew exactly what was contained in those neatly folded squares. Not only was Spot Conlon the hottest guy there.

Spot Conlon dealt cocaine.

Last time, I only got three reviews, so I think I might not continue this if I don't get more. So please review and give me a reason to continue procrastinating on my homework. shunted aside Geometry stares sullenly