Author's note: I've been neglacting this majorly, and I'm sorry. I just lost interest in it for a little bit and got caught up in a few other stories, but I'm back into this for a while, so here you go : )

Loud music. Loud screams. It all felt so comfortable, but unsafe at the same time. My parents' house was crowded, cars park on the lawn and it seemed everyone I've ever looked at was at this party. I can't believe they allowed Adam to do this. I stepped onto the porch, my arm wrapped tightly around Clare's waist and the smell of weed hit me already. It was going to be a long time.

Adam met me at the door and leaned in for a hug. "Hey, man, congratulations!"

"Thanks!" I smiled.

"And who is this pretty lady?" Adam looked at Clare. She smirked.

"This is Clare. You remember her, don't you? She was at a party a few years back with Alli and Jenna?"

Adam's eyes dipped over her a few times before they went wide. "Holy shit!" he yelled. "What happened to you?"

Clare's face fell and I shot Adam a shut-the-hell-up look. He looked back at me and smiled. He was already drunk. Great.

I pulled Clare away from Adam and muttered, "Sorry," in her ear. She brushed it off.

I found my parents in the kitchen, my mom cooking faster than the people could eat and my dad was pouring alcohol into cups, setting them on the counter. Only my parents.

"Eli!" My mom put down the tray of God-knows-what and came over to hug me, it was hard and warm and loving. I hugged her back the same. "I'm so proud of you, baby boy,"

My dad gave me a firm handshake, and smiled at Clare. "Who's this?"

"Oh, mom, dad, this is Clare,"

"Hi," Clare said, smiling. I could see the judgment in my mom's eyes. Clare was thin and shakey. She still had that junkie twitch to her, even though she hasn't done any since I stopped her the other day. She was dealing with withdrawls, so it made her react weird.

"Hello," My mom put her hand out. "You can call me CeCe,"

Clare's trembling hand found my mom's and they shook.

"Eli, can I talk to you for a second?" My mom asked. "In private,"

I felt nervous letting Clare out of my sight. Who knows what she could get into at this party, but she told me she was going to the bathroom and she'd be right back.

"What do you think you're doing? That girl looks horrible. Is she a stripper? A crack-head? What is wrong with her?"

"Nothing is wrong with her, mom!" I defended. "She's going through a rough time and I'm trying to help her,"

"You aren't responsible for her, Elijah. You got away from that stuff, don't get sucked back into it because of some girl,"

"We aren't even dating," I said, a little confused. I wasn't sure what we were right now, but I was never into labels much anyway. "And I'm not getting back into it. She's trying to quit so I'm trying to help her, that's all,"

My mom gave me a knowing look, before turning back to her cooking, disappointed, I was sure. "Have fun tonight," She muttered over her shoulder.

I walked towards the bathroom to get Clare, but was stopped by Drew. "Hey man!" He cheered. Drunk off his ass, and holding another beer.

"Hey, Drew,"

"Who's getting laid tonight?" He laughed. "ME!"

I laughed and took his beer from him, he's obviously had enough all ready. I took small sips while I stood by the bathroom door, but when the door opened, a guy and a girl came out, faces flushed and pants unzipped. The girl wasn't Clare. I twisted my face in a disgusted grimace and went out on the back porch to look her for. I grabbed a bottle of Vodka from the kitchen on my way out. Alcohol was never my problem.

Clare wasn't out back either and I was wondering where she disappeared to, suddenly very worried. And being worried made me drink more. I had the bottle finished in under and hour, and I trew it against the padio, watching it smash.

I went back inside and something offered me another drink and a toast. I went along with it, even though I was already warm from alcohol. My body felt like it was on a buzz, and my head was swimming. I was dizzy. I went over to the couch and sat down next to Adam and KC. Adam was passed out and KC was making out with Jenna. At least they had last.

Around midnight, my parent's called everyone to attention and gave me my big surprise. I had already drank three more drinks. The red car the presented in the driveway looked blue to me, but I managed to smile and thank them, sitting the drivers seat while they took pictures. They told me not to drive it tonight. I passed out in the drivers seat.

It was way to fucking bright to wake up with a hangover in a car. I dragged myself out of the car and fell onto the pavement. The second I hit, I puked up everything, right there next to the car, the vomit splattered onto it and covered my knees. It made me gag more.

I used the car for support, pulling myself up. The sun was beating against my head like a hammer. I managed to get inside and was comforted by the dimness of my living room. Adam was still on the couch, Drew and KC were on the floor and some random people who I didn't remeber knowing, were scrattered around the floor and kitchen. Some party. My parents were probably asleep upstairs.

I got to the bathroom and started pounding on the door. Hangover pee and it was killing. Not to mention, I had Asprin in there and that was the only thing that sounded comforting right now.

I heard someone groan from the other side and then the toilet flushing. I pounded on the door harder. "Open the fuck up!" I yelled.

"Fuck off,"

The voice was scratchy and weak, full of pain and regret. It was Clare. I opened the door and stepped inside the small bathroom.

She was crouched over the toilet, clutching her stomach tightly with one hand, while the other hand was in her hair. Her cheek was resting against the seat.

"What happened?" I asked, snapping out of my hangover. I went over to sit on the tub, rubbing her back.

She let another round of vomit out. "I don't know what I took," she groaned. "It was nice at the time, but then I started getting scared and I felt bugs on me," She turned to look at me and I saw that she had cuts abover her eyebrows and her lip was busted open. "I tried to get them out, but I couldn't,"

"Honey, what did you take?" I asked, soothingly. "Try to remember. Who gave it to you?"

"Bianca," She muttered. "She said it would be amazing and it was until the bugs started crawling on me. Bianca told me to go inside after I started freaking out. I tried to get the bugs out with nail clippers," She pulled her left arm away from her stomach and showed me the tiny slices in her skin. "They just wouldn't get out,"

"Baby, what did you snort? Did you smoke out of anything?" I rubbed her back lightly and she puked again.

"I had to smoke it. It was in a bowl-like thing and it tasted sweet, like candy almost, but it was a crazy trip,"

"Honey, that sounds like crystal meth,"

She groaned and started puking again.

"Eli," She mumbled and closed her eyes, leaning into me. She had a sheen layer of sweat covering her forehead. "I feel so bad now. I feel gross,"

I held her and rocked her back and forth. "You'll be okay, I promise,"

"If I smoke it again, do you think I'll stop feeling this gross? I'll be able to feel how I felt last night?"

"No, Clare, don't do this again,"

"But I want to," She whispered feebly into my neck. I sighed. This was just great.

Author's note: Never smoked meth before but I was watching videos on youtube about it and holy shit it scared the fuck out of me. I will never do that shit, but some of the things she said were some of the things I saw in videos so yeah. Blah.