This fanfiction is written by Chaos Cherry
Chapter Six
"Okay, Okay, Let's think about this logically." Silver sits crosslegged on a coffee table while we all sit on the floor. We have located Mae and Chaos, and Sayuri sent some vague message about party hopping and took Lysander with her. We've gathered in a bedroom I assume is Jade's room from all the murals on the walls, and sit conference style around a coffee table Silver has declared her throne. Chaos sits next to me smelling of douchebag and covered in glitter while Mae and her pass a joint back and forth, not really having anything to do with the business at hand. Silver hits the bong once more before addressing us, her subordinates. A painting of a small child in flames in a gas mask makes aggressive eye contact with me and makes me uncomfortable.
"On one hand," Silver suddenly shouts, throwing an arm in Jade's direction nearly smacking poor Xander in the face. "We have Jade and his small son we had no prior knowledge about." Jade nods and hits the joint, careful not to let too much smoke wander in Xander's direction. That's promising.
"And on the other," She shouts with just as much passion, "We have Amber carrying his unborn child."
She lets the news sink in and we all watch Jade.
"Thoughts?" We all burst in with our opinions on the matter, causing complete and utter chaos.
"WAIT." She shrieks throwing out her arms, silencing us all. "We'll use the talking stick. Jade first." She hands him the bong. He hits it releasing a fresh cloud of smoke into the room before addressing Amber, we all nod in approval.
"You're pregnant?" He asks an unreadable look on his face. Amber opens her mouth to speak before Silver violently shushes her, "You're not holding the stick."
Amber seems irritated by the whole affair but takes the bong. She takes a hit and talks softly to Jade, while silver flicks ashes at me and yells at them to be louder. They aren't taking this seriously at all.
A bit of joint ash attacks my eye, a gift from Silver.
That's it.
"Everyone out!" I suddenly shout, we came here for business, we are just wasting time. Silver immediately protests but follows Mae and Chaos out because they took the bong. Once the room is clear I lay it all out for him.
"I need to take her to texas to see our family so they can help support you guys." I give him a pointed look.
He smiles wide and nods. "Of course, god knows we couldn't raise kids on our own, I'm surprised Xanders lasted this long." He laughs and stands closer to her, making it clear they work together now. I'm still offput by everything he just said, but Amber seems truly touched.
"You mean, you're happy about this?" She looks at him with large eyes. He puts his arms around her,
"Of course I am." They look at each other and beem. I hate to break up a tender moment but I'm feeling sick. "Then it's settled!" I interject, "And speaking of kids, where's yours?" We all look around for a second before spotting him.
Xander sits on the middle of Jade's bed, marijuana spread all around him, completely drenched in shake. Jade laughs a little and picks up his son, taking Amber's hand with his free arm."Let's get you cleaned up kiddo, then we can go celebrate."
"You can't still be mad about that!" Mae shouts at me from the backseat of Jade's truck. We cruise down the highway with no clear destination in mind, just looking for a party. Jade controls the vehicle, leaving the rest of us to sit and enjoy the ride. I've claimed shotgun and Mae has taken that as a sign I'm still mad about the Chaos situation.
I'm not.
But if I were it would be warranted. While I was busy trying to take care of my family, she was off dancing up on some gay dude.
But I'm not mad.
"So Jade, where's Xander's mom?" I try to make conversation. Jade looks to me, perking an eyebrow, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips.
"She's dead." He lights his cigarette.
"Oh." Stumbles past my lips. "... How'd it happen?"
"Car accident." He sighs but indulges me regardless. "I dropped my cigarette, we flipped, she died, I didn't." He takes my silence as an opportunity, rolling all the windows down and turning up the stereo, ending my feeble attempt at a conversation.
The wind mufles everything. Blanketing the small noises people make as they settle into their seats and let the air wash over them. Castiel, being the genius he is, lights up a joint behind me. Everyone nods in approval and lights miscellaneous joints and cigarettes passing them around waking the rest of the inhabitants in the far back. Everyone moves as if they're in slow motion, every breath carefully planned as they exhale small portions of their souls into the atmosphere. Every little touch lingers and every sound is ripped out of the window by the wind. I do us all a favor and turn up the radio, my family falls silent and bathes in the moment. Soaking each other in. Castiel lights my cigarette and I curl into the passenger door, letting my body melt into the car. We roll up all the windows and suddenly all is still, the music still plays but quieter. Everyone seems to breath in sync as the small box fills with smoke.
I close my eyes.
I can feel my heartbeat deep in my chest.
I can feel my chest rise and fall.
I can feel a dull ache forming in my knees, an ache that I know will soon consume my thoughts, but I push it away for now.
Instead I focus on the heartbeat.
We enter a large tunnel, having yellow light surround us. Silver lightly starts singing from the back of the truck, Chaos and some other people joining in, kinda ruining my serene moment. I try to ride with it, enjoy the harmony, but any chance of peace is thrown out the windows when Jade pulls the wheel hard, slamming on the brakes, swerving in the road.
The truck comes to a hard stop, making my head slam against the dash. Several yelps and screams of discomfort come from the inhabitants of the car.
"What the fuck?" I yell as I place my hand against my throbbing forehead, a bump forming where I impacted the vehicle.
I look to Jade, his hands at an awkward angle searching the floor of his seat. "Sorry! Sorry!" he yells removing his seatbelt. "Dropped my cigarette!"
"Why'd we stop?" Silver yells from the back. I sink into the seat, too high to give a fuck about the situation. Jade turns off the truck claiming we're wasting gas. I analyse our angle. We are parked horizontally across the road, blocking traffic both ways.
More cars line up wanting to pass as I feel people starting to move in the back. Jade hops out of the truck, still trying to find his cigarette.
After a few minutes traffic is backed up farther than I can see. A few people get out of their cars, yelling and honking for us to get out of the way.
"Um, Jade," I say as I watch Silver scream at a car before jumping onto the front of it. "We should probably get out of here."
"What? No. I haven't found my cigarette yet. I rolled that myself! It has special sentiment."
I roll my eyes at Jade's reasoning, watching as Silver starts kicking a windshield, causing more burnouts to slither out of the vehicle and cause chaos around the cars.
"HAHA! Found it!" Jade shouts holding up a less that 2 inch long rolled thing. By the time Jade get back into the driver seat and starts the car, everyone, excluding Amber, is running, spitting, jumping, and beating the cars. Causing drivers to get out and fight with some people.
"Come on!" Jade yells out the windows as he honks the horn, informing the stoners it's time to go. Jade slowly starts driving, moving into one of the clear lanes. People run and jump into the truck, some carrying scores from robbing cars. I see Silver run after the truck as it gains speed. Behind her a red faced fat man chases her, a crowbar raised above his head. "Come back here slut!" The man yells as Silver makes it to the truck before we hit full speed, leaving the mess and letting traffic flow again. I confirm Chaos is with us by spotting a white ball of hair through the rear view mirror.
We fly down the highway, giggles blending with the loud sound of panic at the disco.
We can hear muffled sirens in the distance and suddenly everybody falls silent.
"Fuck." Jade mutters a panicked look in his eyes.
"No no, it's fine." A stranger to me cooes from behind him. "Make a left up here, I know exactly where to go."
Soft fabric and the smell of stripper chokes my senses. I can hear her familiar laugh wash over me as Chaos pulls Silver's shirt away from my face exposing me to the harsh reality. Dance music blares and lights flash and strobe in different colors, lighting up a bar and a pit of half naked men grinding on eachother.
A gay bar? Really? Of all the places we could hide from the cops they picked here?
Well at least the girls are enjoying themselves. Silver dances topless right in the center of club, hoe was ready to get down. In fact everyone but Chaos and Castiel seem to have melted into the club in some form of another.
"I'm going to go dance." Chaos pecks my cheek lightly and disappears, enveloped in the sea of men.
At least I still have Castiel. Plus I really need to score and he's always down for a treasure hunt.
"I guess that just leaves us." I look to Castiel, who has also abandoned me to get a drink at the bar.
Fine.
Okay. Okay. I know how to handle myself alone, I'll be fine.
I decide to brave the crowd and find Silver. I'm 80% sure she still has some cocaine in her bra. It's not my drug of choice, but in a pinch it can help with the pain and sickness of withdrawal. My head throbs along with the lights and bones ache.
I stand at the edge of the pit and take a deep breath. It feels like i fall backward into it and suddenly I am submerged in a mass, no longer one person but part of a movement. Swaying with the beat everyone moves together, a blur of hands and hips. Someone grabs my shirt and pulls me into them connecting our lips just long enough to pass something into my mouth and down my throat before he is swept away by the current of people.
"What the hell?" I spit his saliva from my mouth, rubbing my tounge with my sleeve. The club is loud and everything starts to blend together, the lights, the people, the music. My head feels woozy and heavy. What did I come in here for? A beautiful black guy moves to me, using his deep brown eyes to call me in. I feel reality unravel as he comes up, pushing our groins together.
Physical contact happens on all sides, overloading me. Slowly we start grinding to the sound of the music. The friction in our pants growing faster, hotter. I lean on him, feeling all strength drain out of me. I can feel his hands move down to my ass, lifting me up.
Everyone jumps to the beat, feeling the bass pulse with our heartbeats. I look over and see Silver dancing next to me. Her eyes bright and in the moment. She sees me, reaching her hand out. We connect, feeling the same energy pulse through her and into me, from me and into her. We separate, a sick feeling growing in my gut.
I look up to the black prince holding me captive. He's in his own world as his hands roam me. I feel my mouth water, a ringing sound floating through my ears. "Oh shit." I say pushing away from the guy. I cover my mouth with a hand, rushing to the bathrooms.
I slam open the rusted broken stall door, heaving stomach fluid into the bowl. I hear the bathroom door open as I heave my guts into the toilet, once my stomach is empty I look up.
My black prince stands there, his black hair tied in small dreads. "Hey." He says holding his hand out. A piercing sparkling above his deep brown eyes. "Come on." He says slipping his hand into mine and pulling me up. He holds me by the waist as I rinse out my mouth, the world returning to normal.
"Thanks." I gasp barely able to process what I'm actually doing.
He smiles, as if my inability to function is his entertainment. "I'm Dajan." He says still holding me.
"Nathan." I say too tired to say my full name. "I feel like shit."
"I've got something that will make you feel better." Dajan says with a smile and takes my hand. "Come with me."
I follow him out the backdoor of the club, not registering my steps. I'm sure I stumble but I feel like we float through an ocean. The parking lot is a black sea and the cars are bits of land. Wait, parkinglot? Am I going to his car with him? I mean I ain't no pussy, I can take dick when I need to, but this isn't a life or death situation. Yet. I look him over as he guides me deeper into the darkness. He's pretty big, I don't think I could fight him, and I'm too fucked up to articulate my particular desire to not be having sex with him. Besides I've led him on, following him to his car, falling all over him, it'd be a bitch move to pussy out now. And he is pretty hot...
I accept my fate.
He stops at a big maroon van, letting go of my hand and flashing me a quick smile and diving into the van. There's some shuffling and then his hand shoots out of the darkness, beckoning me forward, not giving me time to reconsider.
Deep breath.
Here we go.
I take the hand and am immediately swept into darkness, the door quickly shutting behind me. I can't see shit in the van so I just settle in, leaning against what I assume is the driver's seat. I can't tell if Dajan or the van smells of jasmine and weed, but the presence overwhelms me even in blindness. I can hear him breath and feel his shifting and movements. Heart racing, I wait for him to touch me, make his move, but when my eyes finally adjust to the light he has something I desire far more than a hard on sitting in his lap.
"Do you wanna go first?" He asks handing me the full syringe. I am so filled with gratitude, my jaw is dropped. Hell I might just fuck him anyway I'm so grateful for this gift. All I can do is mumble and nod in my state, somehow in between withdrawal sickness and high on pills. He laughs and shakes his head.
"You straight white boys are useless." He leans into me while he ties my band and taps my vein, helping me shoot up is 1000 times better than helping me get off. I feel all of the pent up pain and pressure in my body release into the atmosphere as I'm filled up with the drug. Liquid pleasure floods me, forcing out everything else. I lean forward and rest my head on his shoulder. He repeats the process with himself before falling into the same euphoric haze, pausing for a moment.
His hand brushes my thigh as he sits back raising a question between us. I am so grateful for all that he has just done for me, but I'm in love with girl, who I should go find actually… Though it seems wrong to leave without giving him anything in return for the kindness he's just paid me.
I take the sides of his face in my hands, leaning into him and swallowing my nerves replacing them with gratitude. I want him to feel how grateful I am. I bite the bullet and kiss him fast and hard then swing myself from the van and catapult myself toward the club shouting a thank you back at him as I go.
I collide hard with the door and it takes less than a minute to spot my white haired queen.
She sits in her spotlight at Mae's feet, surrounded by gay men, Mae weaving a flower crown in her hair.
She looks like a princess or a handmaiden at the feet of a queen.
When she see's me her face perks up and she smiles wide, "Hey."
My heart melts. I take her hand and help her to her feet, pulling her body close to mine. The soft curve of her waist under my hand.
"Come with me."
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