'Tiffany's Diary, October something. I'm done keeping track of dates. Audrey's been with us for about a day. She claims that she saw a demon in the apartment the other night. Although I lived there for several years while still attending college, I have NEVER seen a ghost or a demon. Maybe she is back on the drugs? I sure hope not.
But she's not the one I'm worried about. As far as I know, she's still a sober Baptist girl, though I've been noticing her acting more like her usual self as of late. She's even wearing that same red tank top more often, as well as a red wig. I don't know why she wears it. Maybe, she misses the old days? She's not the only one.
Justin's at Vinnie's house right now, still helping him plan the big wedding for Kyanna. Even though I'm happy he gets to be the best man, I can't help but wonder what's going on in his twisted head. He dyed his hair black and it looks terrible. though I'm not gonna say anything. Audrey told me that she thinks it looks like shit.
He's also been kind of mean lately, He kept making fun of Audrey when she was scared of that demon the other night. Not only that, but he randomly started singing and dancing out of nowhere the other day. Ugh, maybe I'm just being paranoid.
Anyways, I plan on cleaning our bedroom soon. It's been months since we've really done any house cleaning. Maybe Audrey can help me? All she does is look at her phone all day, so I think she should put it down for once and lend a hand, since he's not home right now.'
"Hey, Audrey?" the blondie said to her friend, who was still looking at her phone for potential roommates.
"Yeah?" she said, looking up at Tiffany.
"Hey, since Justin's not here right now, can you help me clean the house?"
She gave off a stank face, not a fan of cleaning, or doing any chores for that matter.
"Ugh, do I have to?" she asked, hoping it was an option.
"Well..." she said, seemingly not giving her a choice.
"You know what? Fuck it. I need to take a break from these assholes anyway. I'll help you clean the house, or whatever."
Tiffany smiled at her, happy that it wasn't much of a problem. I'm letting her stay with us, so she has to earn her keep.
The blondie began cleaning her and her lover's bedroom while Audrey begrudgingly mopped the kitchen floor.
Cleaning the bedroom included vacuuming under the bed, picking up any trash laying around, and cleaning out/rearranging the dresser drawers.
"Ugh, he's not gonna like me touching his undies, but it has to be done." she said to herself, opening Justin's top drawer.
All of his underwear and socks were in there, piled up in a rather sloppy position. He never liked folding his clothes, so it was no surprise seeing his socks and underwear just thrown on top like that.
As she was reaching in, grabbing every single pair of socks and underwear out, she felt a weird spot inside of it.
"What's this?" she said, opening a hidden compartment inside of the top drawer. She always took it as a part of the craftsmanship. But, to her surprise, it was a hidden compartment containing a rather alarming object.
"Audrey?" Tiffany shouted, wanting her friend to come in to the bedroom.
"Yeah?" she said, walking in.
"Come here. You uh... You may wanna see this."
The ex-party girl came up to her, in which she pointed at the object she was looking at.
"Oh shit..." Audrey said, in shock as to what she was seeing.
"What do we do about this?"
"I... I don't know. We need to talk to him when he gets home. That shit's dangerous."
Tiffany nodded, agreeing with her friend's statement. He's not supposed to have this...
"Ugh, what a day." the 23 year old said, opening the front door of his house with a bottle in his hand.
He opened it, prepared to wind down for the day. Him and Vinnie spent hours talking about the wedding, as well as some other things. It was time for some well-deserved rest with his loving partner and close friend.
However, upon entering the house, Tiffany and Audrey both sat there, giving off a stern look. He knew something was up just by their body-language.
"Hey, dear. What's up?" he said, trying to sound like he didn't know what might have been happening.
"Justin, what the fuck?!" Audrey shouted, not giving Tiffany a chance to explain.
"Woah, what the fuck is your problem? I was talking to Tiffany, not you, Bitchzilla." he said, suddenly raising his voice at the ex-party girl.
"I don't fucking care! While she was cleaning your bedroom, she found THIS in your drawer."
The redhead then threw down a small bag with a white, powdery substance inside of it. He knew he was caught red-handed.
"Heh, Audrey? You wanna explain why you brought cocaine into my house?" he said, trying to play it off like it wasn't his.
"Babe..." Tiffany said, knowing that the smartass attitude wasn't going to cut it in a serious situation like this.
"What?"
"We found this coke in YOUR drawer. Mind explaining why you have this?" the ex-party girl said, outraged that he had a bag of cocaine in his possession.
Shit, they found our stash. What are you gonna do, tough guy? You know what? Nah, I'll handle this one, Justin. You're too soft for shit like this.
"It's MY COCAINE, Audrey! I bought it with MY MONEY. It's none of your business why I have it." he said, suddenly going back to that same altered voice.
"It is our business! This is the same shit I snorted the night I ruined your dinner. Don't you remember that night? You got hit by a truck and went into a coma from nearly two weeks. That's the reason I sobered my ass up so you wouldn't get hurt again. Now, YOU'RE THE ONE SNORTING COKE!"
He couldn't believe what she was saying. It was pretty surreal hearing Audrey Belrose, who was once the most drug-addicted party girl in the entire city, now freaking out on him for doing the same shit she had done for years before becoming sober. It was pretty hypocritical, to say the least.
"Funny that I'm hearing this from an ex-druggie like you. You have no room to talk, bitch." he replied, still furious at them for snooping in his room.
She took a breath, knowing that he was right in a sense. "I went to rehab to keep myself clean. I don't want you going down the same path. I get that you're depressed right now and you dyed your hair an ugly black color. But you snorting cocaine is not how we do things around here."
He shook his head, still amazed at her hypocrisy.
"Tiffany, are you just gonna sit there and let her talk to me like that?" he said, wondering why his lover was being silent while he had this chihuahua barking at him.
She sighed, still very emotional about this whole situation. "Babe, Audrey's right. You doing this isn't healthy. I can tolerate your mental issues. I can tolerate your mental breakdowns. I can even tolerate some light drinking. But I can't tolerate you doing cocaine..."
Oh God... NO!
"Really now? Okay then, Tiffany Maye. I guess I'll get outta here then. You and Audrey can have ownership of the house. I'm gonna go drown myself in the pond, just like Marlena wanted back in July. Have a nice life."
"Justin, wait-"
But before his lover could say anything, JD had stormed out of the house, still having the large bottle of beer in his hand. Tiffany looked at her best friend, realizing that they fucked up.
"Audrey..." she said, now furious at the way she handled it.
"What? We weren't just gonna let him get away with this, right?" she said, now not being so empathetic to the already struggling 23 year old man.
"Yeah, I know that. But you handled it the wrong way. Now, he's stormed off and is upset with me."
The ex-party girl frowned, now thinking about what she had just done.
"He's upset with both of us. Fuck, and I was sober this time. SHIT!"
Both girls realized they had messed up. Yeah, they got their point across, but now Justin had wandered off, heading towards the woods outside of the neighborhood.
"I don't believe this shit!" he screamed, still in an angry tone.
"First, Vinnie's got some personal problems, now I have to deal with this bullshit." He then took another sip of his beer, still trying to process what just happened.
His phone began ringing constantly. He automatically knew it was either Tiffany or Audrey. He also knew that he needed to ignore them. If I can't have cocaine, then neither of them can have me. NO ONE CAN! I like to party, not deal with everlasting bullshit. We all get high sometimes. WE ALL GET HIGH!
Justin then walked up to the nearby pond, which was located in the heart of this dark and gloomy forest area. Not too many people came here, so he figured that nobody would be there to witness his suicide.
"Well, it's been fun." he said, ready to head in to the water. However, the moment he started to step forward, a random person ran by and snagged his beer right out of his hands.
"What the fuck?" he yelled, now seeing the person running away.
"Oh, you son of a bitch!" he said, proceeding to chase them in hopes of retrieving his beer. Nobody steals a beer from me and gets away with it. I need that shit in case I don't actually drown.
As he ran through the forest, pursuing the punk that had jacked his alcoholic beverage, he was eventually brought to a circle of people, all of which he had encountered recently.
"Oh shit, these guys again?" he said, seeing the Krimson Kings now circling him. The one that was shot last time now had a bandage where the wound came from after the incident with Nadia.
"Well, well, well. We meet again, fucker." one of them said.
He looked at all six of them. They were mad, holding various melee weapons. But suddenly, HE showed up again.
"Ah, Justin Dark. We meet again, you piece of double-crossing white shit!" the man wearing the king outfit said.
Jeez, that was a bit racist.
"Percy, what the fuck are you doing here?" he asked the short emperor.
"Isn't it obvious? We knew you'd be here. We received word that you've been buying coke off of some Hispanic chick. We could let you go if you give it to us. Nora Delrio always gets her hands on the good shit, and we want a piece of that pie."
Fuck, I knew I'd get caught buying cocaine from Nora. God damn, now I'm gonna have the entire mob after me or some shit.
"I don't know what you're talking about." he said, denying any knowledge of him purchasing the drugs.
"Really?" he said. "Because the footage Harris has says otherwise."
The King's member with the glasses held out a screen, showing zoomed-in footage of him and Nora doing a deal the previous week. He knew that not only they had proof, but they could also turn it in to the CCPD if they wanted.
"Okay, okay. Yeah, that's me. I bought some snow from Nora. So what?" he said, not seeing the big deal with doing a little exchange with her friend's cousin.
"So, where is it? Did you snort it all already? Judging by your new EMO hair, you probably snorted it all in one sitting." Percy said, jabbing at his new hair color.
The fuck? What's with black being associated with emo all of a sudden?
"I don't have it, okay? And at least I have a full head of hair and didn't go bald at 20 years old." he said, seeing the slight baldness underneath Percy's crown.
He felt his head, a tad embarrassed that it was pretty obvious, despite him wearing the crown for that reason. Even a couple of Kings began to snicker at him.
"Grr, you know what? Since you wanna be so edgy all of a sudden, how about we do you a favor and cut you to shreds?"
"No, I'm good." he said. Suddenly, the Krimson King's gang member with the cowboy hat got on top of him, shoving his dagger right n his face.
"Agh!" Justin shrieked, being restrained by him.
"Get him, Lloyd! Cut his wrists like he's back in high school." the emperor said, instigating harming his old foe.
Right as Lloyd was about to do some serious evisceration, the dagger was suddenly snatched out of his hand by an invisible force.
"What the fuck?" he said, now spooked that his knife just disappeared.
Next thing he knew, the sharp weapon was floating in the air by itself.
"Oh my God! It's a poltergeist!" he shouted. Then, the floating knife stabbed him in the gut, blood spewing everywhere.
"Oh God..." Trevor said, realizing the fatality that was inflicted on him.
"First I get shot, now Lloyd is stabbed in the heart? That's cold." Harris said, holding the spot where he got shot at.
Having the fight or flight mindset, Percy ultimately gave up, spooked by this invisible force that killed one of their best members.
"Fuck this shit! Krimson Kings, RETREAT!" the emperor yelled, fleeing with the remaining five members of his small army.
Justin got up, not aware of what just happened... Who saved me this time?