Now interring Peirce.
*note drug use in this ch.*
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Amethyst pov.
God! I am sick and tired of people telling me what to do about my drugs. It's my life I should be able to choose what to do with my life. I drove back to my house and called Peirce from my cell.
Hello?
Hey man, where you at?
I'm in Seattle.
Ok back up. What?!
Yea I'm with my brother. I didn't tell you did I?
No . . . I'm on my way.
Why? What happened?
I need some drugs. And time away from this place or I'm gonna explode in a few. Ill explain later.
Ok call me when you're in Seattle.
Will do, love ya.
You too.
I backed out of the drive way and headed towards Seattle. Driving down the mane road I saw a giant wolf running in the woods by my car. "Gurrs! Go away!" and I hit the gas. The wolf slowed to a stop. When I got to Seattle I pulled in a McDonald's parking lot and called Peirce.
I'm in Seattle.
Yea I know I see you.
What?
I'm in McDonalds. I heard you pull up. Three days grace?
Yea
Knew it.
I got out of the car and walked inside. Peirce stood up and gave me a hug. "As soon as I'm done eating well go back to my brother's house and get some of his drugs. He said we could have them." He explained. I nodded my head. Then when he was done I drove to his brother's house. "So where's you brother?" I asked walking into the kitchen. "work." Peirce said. Ah, that explains things. "So, weed or heroin?" Peirce asked coming into the kitchen with a couple bags. "Both? I really need it." Peirce laughed and he cut some lines. "So what happened?" Peirce asked. "Ugh. Quil's friend Emily was drilling me about drugs and drinking. Cause Quil's making a big deal about it. It just rubbed me the wrong way. The looks she got as we talked about it. Judgment, pity, shock. I'm tired of it." I said then snorted the line. "I don't blame you." We did line after line. I started getting kinda trippy and Peirce stopped. "Can you roll me a joint?" I asked lying on the floor. Man this ceilings strange. "I think you've had enough." Peirce said. I just looked at him. His head got big. He sighed and rolled me one, then lit it.
A few of those and I couldn't see strait. It was double vision and all colorful and distorted. "I need to go home." I mumbled getting up. "You're not driving high. Ill take you." Peirce said. He got directions off the computer then helped me into my car.
~Quil~
I went to Amethyst's house and she wasn't there. Jake said he saw her car on the highway. He followed it for a few then turned around. We were hanging out on first beach when her car pulled up but she wasn't driving it. The guy with all the piercings that she drew in her sketch book was. He got out of the car and walked over too us. He seemed kind of high. "Do any of you know how to get to the Lee house?" he asked. "Why?" Jake demanded. He stumbled back. "Why do you wanna know?" he asked. "Why are you Driving Amethyst's car?" I asked. "You know her?" he asked seeming shocked. "Im Quil." I said. He seemed to understand. "She's in the backseat on a trip, high." He said. The guys looked completely shocked. "Ill drive there." I said and got in the car. Peirce got in the passenger seat. Amethyst was passed out when we got to the house. The Lee's were freaking out. I carried her into the house and laid her in the bed.
I walked back down the stairs and Peirce was standing at the bottom of the stairs. "So who are you?" Mrs. Lee asked him. "I'm Amy's friend. She came up to Seattle to visit. It was a last minute thing. She probably didn't tell you, she's not used to adult's caring about what she does." Peirce explained. The Lee's looked like they understood. They nodded there heads and went upstairs to there room. Not before checking on Amethyst. I nodded my head towards the living room. Peirce followed me into the living room and sat on the couch. I sat on the chair and sized him up for a moment. He's pretty tall, skinny and the rest is pretty much the same as Amethyst. Pail with defiant signs of drug use. "So you're the guy that sent her too me wanting too get high as hell." Peirce said. "What? I didn't do anything." This guys strange. I didn't drive her to want to get high. "She called me said she wanted to get out. Talked about how one of your friends was basically telling her too change. I mean yea she gets high, but man you don't need to go freaking out at her. Last time someone did she overdosed on acid. You're lucky I was with her. The joints I rolled her were more paper than weed. If she would have rolled them . . . not pretty." Peirce said. When he said the last part he actually shuttered. I guess I owe him. "Thank you." I said. He looked shocked. "For what?" he asked. "Saving her from that. And bringing her back. And every other time you helped her." I said. He smiled. "Amy's my best friend. She's like my little sister. I'm all she has left. If I don't help her, who will?" He said looking at the stairs.
If this guy wasn't gay and not into her at all I might snap at him. The way he's talking about her, it's kind of like how I think of her. Well that's what the guys would say. "I will." He was shocked that I said that. In a way so was I. I didn't mean to say that out loud. But it's true. "I want to help her. Just like you do. She's . . . I . . . I care about her. I don't want her to be so upset that she has to go get high to feel better." I said. Peirce chuckled. "That's one of the only things that makes her feel better. That drinking or going into a concert. Amy loves mosh pits." He grinned looking down at the tattoo on his right wrist. "Why do you call her that? Amy?" I asked. It seems to not make since. Amethyst how does that come into play. "I was piss faced drunk one night and slurring. Yea it kinda stuck." Peirce said cracking up. "Oh. Well I'm gonna go. Tell Amethyst ill be back tomorrow." He nodded his head. I walked out. Now to deal with Emily she was supposed to make it better not worse.
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R&R
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