Wichita reveals a dark secret in Vegas. Contains drug refreshes and SLASH. Thanks for following. Tell me what y'all think.

Little Rock's POV

I offered to take the wheel but she refused, yawning loudly which was worrying; maybe life wasn't that precious to Wichita. I was wondering if she had alterior motives going to Las Vegas, whenever I thought of Las Vegas I normally thought of a bunch of old people but I was probably confusing it with the state of Florida.

Wichita was determined whatever it was, she was likely having withdraws; I caught her sniffing glue in the bathroom bur she told me it was for allergies. Right. Several days and I was getting worried and I knew Wichita was too. No people in sight, everywhere we we went, every town we drove through. Cars and trucks abandoned on the roads.

"It's like the end of the world," I said, probably sounding more excited than I should.

"Even if what that Jill woman told us was true. There is some virus...," she began to say, "Alright I'm tell you what I heard on the radio. There really was an outbreak bur it hasn't effected everyone..."

"So there really are zombies?" Of course I never had a seconds doubt bur I needed the one person in the world I looked up to to say it.

She rolled her eyes and sighed, "Yes."

"I knew it!"

"We have to be careful though, this isn't a game."

"We could still have some fun though, right?"

She laughed, "Oh yeah."

We reached our destination. Bright lights and signs but no people. "Welcome to Sin City!" Wichita declared. Some how I knew our visit here would change both our lives forever. I watched her set the GPS on her phone.

"So where are we going?"

"Keep your bra on!" She said all frustrated.

That's when I finally clued in, "Wait, are you meeting someone?"

My mouth was hanging wide opened, she just looked at me and didn't say anything but that was all I needed. I felt betrayed, I thought it would just be the two of us.

"Don't worry this is nothing, I'm just going to see Brett for a little bit..."

"Brett? I thought you ditched that jackass." I turned away from her, folding my arms.

She exhaled loudly, "Don't be like that. You never even met him. Brett is still a cool guy."

"You can do better though...isn't he the one who introduced you to that junk?"

She stayed quiet. I knew I was right about him, he was no good. She deserved so much better. We pulled up to the biggest hotel I've ever seen, it was like a castle with I don't know how many floors. Here we go.

Brett and his friends were waiting inside, Brett hugged Wichita and had this sleazy look in his eye; I didn't like the way he grabbed her, pushing her into his arms. "Hey," said to me with a shit eating grin.

"Hey," I said back to him, not looking him in the eye. They took us to a room where they were smoking weed out of a huge bong.

"It's just so I can take the edge off," she told me.

I just didn't see the appeal, I never wanted to take drugs after seeing what they did to her. They made fun of me for just sitting there on the couch. Then I was offered shrooms. "Come on," one of Brett's friends pressured.

Wichita was watching me, I really didn't want to sink down to this level to impress her but I thought hey what the hell I mean they're mushrooms, they come out of the ground. Boy was I wrong! Not only did I likely take more than I should have, I was freaking out from feeling so weird. Wichita tried to console me but I pushed her away.

This guy Chris came between us and put his hands on both our shoulders, "Come on girls don't fight. How about a little sisterly love?" He pushed us together. I had no idea what he was hinting at. Everyone cheered us on. Wichita smiled dopey and said, "Just go with it." Next thing I knew Wichita was giving me an open mouth kiss! This was really happening. I think my brain turned off because I couldn't think about anything. Wichita's hands on my face and her tongue swimming around in my mouth. It was weird, scary and exciting. I didn't even realize I kissed back and harder too. When we were finished Wichita smiled at me proudly. I guess I earned more respect?

It was getting late. They found a room for me, queen sized bed. I guess Wichita would rather spend the night with Brett than with me. It was scary being in this huge hotel with a bunch of unpredictable druggies. A knock at my door. I go to check and it's Wichita. I let her in and she locks the door.

"I thought a lot about what you said. After the car wreck. How we really don't have a whole lot of time left..." She trailed off a bit.

"Uh, huh," she stepped closer to me, so close I was up against the wall.

"I wasn't sure about this until now."

She forced herself on me, her lips crashing into mine. "Wichita, we shouldn't be doing this!" I exclaimed in between kisses. "This isn't right!"

"Mmm," was all I could hear from her. Was this what drugs do, because I kinda like it.

Looks like the girls got bigger problems than the zombie apocalypse! Til next time!