SO I HAVE SOME REAL BAD NEWS. MY COMPUTER HAS BEEN COMPLETELY INFESTED WITH VIRUSES SO I'M GONNA HAVE TO GET A NEW ONE. UHHH. BUT I LUCKILY HAVE BEEN ABLE TO USE MY SIS'S LAPTOP SO IF YOU DON'T HEAR BACK FROM ME IN A WHILE, I'M TRULY SORRY. BUT PLEASE ENJOY THIS CHAPTER I MANAGED TO SQUEEZE IN. WHAT WILL HAPPEN WITH RANDY AND HIS DRUG PROBLEM? IS IT OVER FOR HIM AND STACY? READ AND FIND OUT! LOL.
"Oh my god Stace!" I can't believe he did that!" Torrie exclaimed as she shook her head. Stacy just stood with her arms crossed, staring out of Torrie's bedroom window.
"I never thought that Randy would take pills like that. I mean, ecstasy? Are you kidding me? Why would he need to do that? It's not like there's anything in his life that's bad enough to make him do that? Do you think?" she asked her best friend as the light from the bright sun shined over her perfectly tanned face.
Torrie simply shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I wish I knew but…I don't." Torrie slightly laughed as she quirked her mouth to the side like a little girl. A brief silence filled the room as Stacy continued to stare out the window, furrowing her brows in concentration.
She ran her hand through her long blond hair in confusion and frustration. She didn't know what to do about Randy. He was constantly getting into trouble and somehow she always got dragged into it. Yes she loved him, but she didn't want a guy that was consistently doing stupid things like taking pills. Sure he did pot but that didn't really bother her as much as the pill popping. With the pills, you don't really know for sure what you are taking. It could look like the shit you were intending on swallowing but in reality it could be something fatal.
As these thoughts filled Stacy's mind, Torrie got up from her bed she was sitting on. "Look Stace. As much as I love Randy and I think that you two are absolutely made for each other, it seems to me that you guys are good for a while and then you fight again, get back together and then just have another stupid fight."
Stacy agreed but without words as Torrie continued on. "And if you guys are constantly doing that then…well…it would seem to me that you and Randy should sit down and talk about it. Cause if you don't, then when bigger problems come up, such as going away to college, you guys will break up and I'll want to kill both of you." She said as the two blonds slightly laughed.
Stacy nodded her head and sighed. "God I hate fighting with him. But I think you're right. I guess I'll just go and see him tomorrow and get a chance to talk this out."
"Wait. Doesn't he have work tomorrow?" Torrie asked as she remembered that Hang Ten Surf Shop was open on Sundays.
"Oh shit, that's right. Well maybe he'll join me for lunch or something. I'll text him right now." Stacy said as she whipped out her phone and sent him a message. 'Hey, what r u doin durin lunch time 2morrow? We need to talk.' She sent the message as she sighed once again.
"But you know what I can't believe out of this whole thing? Is that Justin kissed you like that. He's so fucking weird!" Torrie laughed as Stacy couldn't help but join along.
"I know! It was completely random. I definitely wasn't expecting it, let me tell you."
"So was it any good?" Torrie asked of course. But before Stacy even had enough time to think about what Torrie just asked, Torrie asked another question. "Okay I'll make it easier for you. Who's a better kisser? Now don't lie. I don't care if Randy's your boyfriend or not. A kiss is a kiss and it's either good or not. So?"
Stacy just shook her head and laughed. Torrie was always so damn funny and always wanted the scoop on that kind of crap. She always wanted to hear about Stacy's little sexual escapades with Randy which Stacy thought was hilarious. "Honestly? It's not even a competition. Randy's the best kisser in the entire world."
Torrie wasn't surprised with Stacy's answer. "Ah, excuse me? John's def the best kisser in the entire universe!"
"You're so dumb Tor." Stacy laughed as she shook her head. She looked down at her phone's screen as it read that Randy had replied to her text. 'Nothin. Where do u wanna grab lunch?' Stacy thought about it for a second. 'How bout I swing by and pick u up around 11:30? We can jus go to Tim's Grill or something. Sound good?'
"So is he down for meeting up with you?" Torrie asked as she noticed her friend was reading a text.
"Yeah. We're probably going to Tim's so…" Stacy answered as she sent her text to him. "This just sucks."
"I know. I know Stace. Don't worry about it though. You guys will work it out." Torrie reassured her.
Stacy raised an eyebrow. "I don't know Tor. This time it's weird. It's not really like our other fights. Something's different. But maybe I'm just overreacting. Whatever." Stacy sat down in Torrie's desk chair. "Well…what do you wanna do now before we watch a movie tonight?"
Torrie looked over at her dresser and saw her bikini hanging out from one of the droors. "Let's go swimming."
"Sounds good to me." Stacy agreed as they grabbed their bikinis and went out to Torrie's pool.
11:34 am. Hang Ten Surf Shop
Stacy pulled up to the curb that was right outside of the shop where Randy was waiting for her. He had a black Quicksilver tee on with white board shorts, grey flip flops, a white DC hat, and a pair of shades. Stacy sported a cute yellow tank with very short white Hollister shorts, white flip flops, a pair of black Dolce and Gabbana shades, and her hair flowed down over her perfectly tan smooth skinned shoulders.
Randy ran around to the other side of the car and got in. "Hey. What's up?" he simply asked, trying to start a conversation.
"Nothin much. How's work going?" Stacy answered. There was so much tension it could be cut with a knife.
"Same old same old. You know. So what did you do last night?"
Stacy just wanted to blurt everything out and get this argument over with, but she kept her cool and played along with the simple talk. "Um I went over to Torrie's and spent the night. We watched Miss Congeniality. I love that movie."
"Cool." Randy said even though he never really cared for Stacy's girly choice of movies. An awkward silence filled the car as Stacy pulled into the Tim's Grill parking lot.
They were seated outside on the deck which had a killer view of the beach. Stacy took off her sunglasses as the umbrella blocked the bright California sun from impairing her vision. The waitress came and took their orders as Stacy ordered an iced tea and Randy ordered a Mountain Dew.
"So let's get this started shall we?" Randy asked as he leaned back in his chair like this was a routine.
Stacy didn't like his arrogant attitude one bit. Was he really going to be like this? "Well first of all, I don't like your cockiness about this situation so you can drop that…"
Randy rolled his eyes and sat back up. He took off his shades and looked at Stacy like he had way better things to do. "What are you like my mom?" he asked rudely.
Stacy sneered. "Why are you being such an ass Randy? Things would be a lot easier if you weren't being such a dick."
Randy resented that statement but blew it off. "Okay. So what do you want Stacy?"
"Well….here's an easy question for you. Why did you take the pills Randy?" Stacy crossed her arms and stared at him intently. "Why would you take an ecstasy pill right after the game?"
Randy sighed and looked away for a second. He looked down at the ground, then back up at Stacy. "I don't know. I just felt like it. You can't tell me what to do anyways."
"Randy. You're acting like a little kid. Grow up! I'm not telling you what to do. I'm just asking you why you took a pill that could possibly kill you. What the hell is going on with you Randy? You're not the same. And it definitely showed the night you took it, that's for damn sure."
Randy drew his attention back to Stacy. "What do you mean I changed? Yeah right."
Stacy's mouth dropped. "Oh my god Randy! Listen to yourself. You don't think that a drug can change who you are? God, you're stupider than I thought." Disgust spread across her face like wildfire as Randy just sat there and arrogantly smirked.
"Well, you know. My temper probably wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't caught you and Justin making out next to my car!" he retaliated.
"Randy! How many times do I have to tell you? He forced it upon me. I didn't want it. Why can't you just believe me? I'm your girlfriend for god's sake!" Stacy shouted as she was really getting pissed off. The waitress, who was practically staring at Randy the whole time, noticing how hot he was, brought over their drinks as she placed them on the table and ever so slowly, walked away to tend to another table.
As soon as she left, Randy started in again. "I could tell that you still had feelings for him though. And don't deny it."
"Is that why you took the pills Randy? Cause you're jealous?" Stacy asked dumbfounded and annoyed.
"So you do still have feelings for him?" Randy interrogated.
"What? Well…yes but…that's only because he use to be my boyfriend. Of course I'll still have feelings for him but only as a friend! You have to get over this jealousy thing! I love you Randy. Not anyone else. So why is it that you think that I intentionally want to cheat on you? Do you even trust me anymore?" Stacy asked, with her doe brown eyes soft but yet so focused.
Randy clenched his jaw and sat back in his chair. He felt really bad for making her feel that way. He didn't mean to come off like such a dick. How could he be so untrusting and disrespectful towards her? She was always there for him and now, when their relationship was going well, he was messing it up by taking a stupid ecstasy pill for being jealous of something he simply shouldn't be jealous of. "Look Stace…" he began to say but was cut off by Stacy.
"Cause if you can't trust me anymore, especially over something so stupid and meaningless, than maybe we shouldn't go out any longer."
Did she really just threaten to end their relationship? Fear ran through him as he leaned forward. He ran his large hand through his short brown hair in surprise and frustration. He had really messed up this time. Never had he seen her this upset, at least, ever since they had broken up sophomore year. "Stacy…" he began, his eyes peering into hers, almost mesmerizing. "You know that that's the last thing I want to happen. I admit. I have been a dick lately and that I should have trusted you when that happened. But would you have rather had me be okay with him forcing a kiss onto you and acting like it was perfectly normal? Or would you rather of had me upset, showing that I cared for you, and letting him know I was pissed?" He said half jokingly, cracking an almost invisible smile onto his perfect godlike face.
"Well, did you have to beat him up like you did? You really hurt him Randy. I much rather would have had you keep your cool and not hurt him." Stacy seriously told her boyfriend.
"Well…I know that if I wasn't on that pill, I probably wouldn't have done that. I apologize for what I did, and I know I'm gonna have to apologize to Justin too so…please forgive me. I promise that'll never happen again. Unless….something really bad happens." He joked as Stacy lightly giggled.
"But if we're gonna try to keep this relationship up, you have to stop taking those pills. I don't want to be going out with some pill popper. I won't have it." Stacy raised her eyebrow, waiting for an answer.
Randy smirked and held her hands in his on top of the table. "I swear on my life, that I will never take another pill like that ever again. But don't think that includes pot." He was a surfer, so of course he had to have his ganja.
Stacy didn't like the idea but at least he wasn't a dick when he did it so…she had no other choice but to go along with it. "Fine. Whatever." She smiled as they sipped their drinks and grabbed the check from the disappointed waitress, seeing as how her crush for the day was back together again with his much prettier girlfriend.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!! I CAN GET MY E-MAILS; I JUST HAVE A HARD TIME WRITING THE STORIES. I'LL HOPEFULLY BE ABLE TO KNOCK OUT ANOTHER CHAPTER SOON. THANKS GUYS! RANDY AND STACY FOREVER!