Blackwell Gym, Vortex Club Party, February 14th, 2011

'Damn this music sucks...'

I could feel the heavy bass of what ever crappy song this was vibrate through my entire body, as well as the rest of the gym. The harsh red and pink lights were starting to hurt my eyes, and the smell of sweaty teenage BO was starting to turn my stomach. More so than the shitty cocktail that the 'Bartender' made me was.

He dubbed it the 'Pink Panty Dropper' which was some kind of gross mixture of beer, vodka, and pink lemonade. Gross, more like 'The Pink Puke Inducer' Still it was less gross than the guy serving it, fake orange tan, and bleached white teeth. The guy looked like the 'Jersey Shore' version of an umpa lumpa. To top it off he had enough gel in his hair to make another person.

'All that extra lube in his hair should come in handy when he goes home alone tonight'

I reach into the pocket of my skinny jeans and pull out my phone, which was devoid of any notifications. A slight pang of worry over comes me; I texted Chloe about half an hour ago and still had no reply.

'It's not like her to take this long to text me back, wonder whats she's up to?'

Just as I was about to text her again the loud thudding bass of the crappy dance song was cut off and replaced by what people call 'The Chicken Dance' Song. You know,that thing from the 90's where you clap, wave your arms like an idiot and... well maybe you don't know. Heck I barely remember it,the only reason I know it is because I have to suffer through Christmas party's with drunk relatives every year.

I peak out of the VIP section of the party to see whats going on, I'm met with the sight of various confused party goers, a pissed off Nathan, a panicked Victoria, and a flustered DJ as he frantically tries to fix the technical error, It's quite the entertaining sight.

I scan my eyes across the gym in time to catch a black and blue blur leaving through the back exit. I smile knowingly and before I have the chance to do anything my phone vibrates in my hand; I don't even have to look at the screen to know who it is.

Chloe Priceless (11:54pm):

'Hope you like the song'

Rachel EarlyDawn Amber (11:55pm):

'I Loved it 3'

Chloe Priceless (11:55pm)

'Good, I picked it out special just for you.'

'Meet me in the parking lot'

'No Emoji!

I smiled and shot off a quick 'okay' with a little winky face at the end, then stuffed my phone back into my jeans before heading outside. True to her word she was waiting in the parking lot, leaned up against her rusty truck smoking a cigarette, and doubled parked as usual, at least it wasn't the handicap space this time.

She stands up and stubs out the lit cancer stick under her boot when she see me approaching. She smile and spreads out her arm.

"So dose your savior get a hug from rescuing you from the belly of the vortex beast?"

I let out a scoff and cross my arms over my chest, giving her a mock stern look.

"You left me hanging for over an hour"

She frowns "It was half an hour and I couldn't text you back I had to go into stealth mode. Do you have any idea what those drunk idiots in there would have done if they caught me?"

She smiles impishly "I risked my life for you, so I think I deserve more than a hug actually"

I raise an eyebrow "Oh yeah?"

She nodded "Yep"

I step forward and close the distance between us, her cocky smile falters a little. I gently grab both of her shoulders and stand on my tippy toes as I lean in and plant a soft kiss on her cheek. Her face is flushed red when I pull back and her mouth is slightly agape as she try's to form a sentence.

I smile at her "Thanks Sir Price for saving me from bad music, boredom, and drunk Jersey Shore umpa lumpa's"

She finally manages to speak "Sure... no problem"

I take a few steps back and gesture over towards her truck "So your place or mine" I smile slyly.

She lets out a short laugh "Well since half of Blackhell is currently searching for me, and I don't want to chance running into to mom's new boy-toy, I'd say..."

She trails off and it takes me a moment to realize she's waiting for me to suggest a place.

"The junkyard it is then, don't suppose you brought along any weed? That shit they had in there was weak as fuck." Frank is losing his touch if he's the one supplying the party.

She laughs and gestures to the truck "It's in the usual place, come on lets get out of here before Nathan and his shitty crew find where I am and lynch me."

I let out a small chuckle "and we wouldn't want that would we?"

"I hope not, I don't know about you but I like my face the way it is"

"Me too"

She smiles as her face turns slightly pink.

"Thanks... I like your face to"

I laugh "Come Sir Price the kingdom awaits our return."

We climb into the rust bucket and peal out of the parking lot, and speed off towards towards our destination. I reach over and flick on the ancient radio. A soft indie song fills the cabin of the truck, it's strange strums and soft drums a nice change from the harsh techno music I had be subjected to earlier.

"I wrote you a letter, but I threw it away,
I knew I would, I would if I waited a day,

It made me feel better, what I had to say,
I knew it would, it did, but I waited."

Chloe reaches for the radio and for a moment I think she is about about to turn it to something more her style. I'm slightly shocked when she reaches for the volume and turns the song up. The soft lyrics continue to fill the truck, I reach under the seat where Chloe's secret stash is hidden and pull out a pre-rolled joint. I place it between my lips; patting my pockets to look for my lighter.

"Crap..." I mutter

Chloe doesn't say anything but instead just gestures to the cup holder where a cheap gas station lighter sat. I scoop it up and light the joint, taking a deep inhale, holding it for a few moments and letting the smoke lazily flow from between my lips.

"Much better..." the song in the background compliments the weed quite nicely, I find myself tapping my hand along to the beat.

"A rhythm in your walking tree, its a tapestry of pride your weaving,
Over, under, ropes of wonder, tie me to a chair.

I'm dirty feet on your clean white shoes, I'm the man of the mess that
greets you, been graced with a slap in the face, tangled in your hair."

I speak up after a few minutes "Hm, didn't take you for the indie type."

She scoffs and gesture for the blunt, I hand it to her and she takes a hit.

"What its a good song." I watch the smoke flow out of her mouth with each word.

I laugh a little, she's right though it is pretty good "Yeah, it's okay I guess"

She laughs " Yeah, whatever I saw you tapping your hand to the beat."

"Guilty as charged I guess."

We both laugh for a moment, after that the truck falls silent. The song continues to play as we pass the joint back and forth. I gave Chloe the last hit and watched the flame consume the joint until it was nothing more than a small nub.

"I'm burning all this paper..."