No quote again. Sorry.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Less Than Jake, Special D & the Kid's Table, or any Songs/Singers affiated with them.
(I GOT MY LESS THAN JAKE SHIRT YESTERDAY!)

The Captain's Cabin is a bar near me haha and Cali Chronic is a really good type of weed.

The song used was "Sobriety Is A Serious Business And Business Ain't So Good". I think I used another, but I can't remember.

Jacob's POV

I woke up next to Leah with no memory of last night.

"Shit..." I said almost inaudible.

"We didn't fuck." She didn't even turn over. Was she upset?

Leah's POV

I got up to get some aspirin. Fuck, I had to go to work with a hangover.

Classy.

Too bad you couldn't get a buzz offa this shit.

"I gotta go to work in like an hour." I said downing the aspirin.

"Okay." He got out of the bed.

"I'll uh, see you later." I escorted him to the door.

"See you after work." I said in the doorway. He stalled for a minute, as if he wanted to do something.

"Yeah." He walked down the stairs.

Work dragged on for what seemed like days. I dug my nails into my skin with every whiny costumer.

Being in the food business sucks.

"Leah, shift's over. Clock out."

Fuck yeah. Finally.

Jake was waiting outside, like always.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Hmm. Lets go to The Captain's Cabin." I needed to get drunk again. I was feeling pretty sick.

We stepped into the dark bar.

So its sunset and I have sober eyes. The room's spinning around me in this crowded bar in this crumbling town.

I'm a mess.

With my two clenching fist of helplessness, with all the assholes in this room, I feel even more sick.

Jake is oblivious to it all. The situation is hopeless.

I raised my right hand and passed out.

"Oh shit!" Is all I hear before go blank.

Jacob's POV

I met Leah outside the restaurant she worked at.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Hmm. Lets go to The Captain's Cabin." Leah was looking to get drunk again.

We walked into the dark bar, trying to find our way around the Friday night crowd.

Leah raised her hand and feel to the ground.

"Oh shit!" I fling my arms out instinctively to catch her. It doesn't work.

"Somebody call an ambulance!" Oh God.

Why wasn't anyone getting any help?! The hospital is down the street!

Everyone around the bar was crowding around us. The bartender was still serving drink.

Do people usually move that slow?

Finally, the paramedics showed up.

About time.

They loaded her up in the ambulance and took off. They wouldn't let me ride along so I ran to the hospital.

I got the hospital about 5 minutes after the paramedics did.

"What room is Leah Clearwater in?" I asked frantically.

"Room BW28. Down the hall." I ran to her room, stopped at the door and caught my breath. I opened the door and quietly walked in.

"Hey Loser." She greeted me.

"Loser? You're the one who passed out."

She laughed. "So what happened?"

"We walked in and you passed out."

"Before we even started drinking?"

"Yup."

"Oh God, that's embarrassing." Jacob laughed and I hit him with a pillow.

The doctor walked in and we straightened up.

"Well, it seems you blacked out only because of fatigue. Are you stressed?"

"Yeah, you can say that." She answered.

"Well, I can only say that you should find a way to relax."

Leah nodded.

"Well, you're free to go."

Leah jumped out of the bed and raced for the check out desk. Chances are, when she finishes, we're gonna go to a bar or getting high.

By the time I got to her, she was done.

"Let's go." She grabbed my hand. Whatever she had planned, she was excited.

We raced out of the hospital, hands still linked. She led me through a series of alleys to a dingy apartment complex. We climbed two sets of stairs up to a worn door. She let go of my hand and knocked in a weird manner and a man with a Special D & the Kids Table shirt and cargo shorts on and a dark five o'clock shadow came to the door. I caught a look into the apartment. Bongs and beer bottles were strewn all over the apartment.

"Leah!" He hugged her. He looked like he hadn't showered in days.

"Hey Paul!"

"So what you need baby girl?" God, he sounded white as hell.

"A half eighth of Cali chronic, man."

"You really wanna get fucked up, don't you?"

"Yeah bitch."

"Alright," They exchanged a baggie for $35. "Later chica." He closed the door.

Leah took my hand and raced back to her house. She quickly rolled a blunt and lit it. We sat there, smoking and relaxing. I should have known she would do this.


I think I'm about to kill myself. I have waves of depression and I just had a strong one. I wanting people who won't care if I asked them to help anymore.
Excuse moi, but Fuck me.
And it's almost Valentine's day.
I hate Valentine's day.