He'll Sleep it Off

" Maybe mom wont notice." Sam says as I carry Scott as silently as possible upstairs.

" Mom doesn't, Howard will." I didn't like this situation, I was thinking up ways to kick Paul and Markos' ass for getting me into this situation. I can't just tell them two vampires drugged him cause they're ass holes could I?

" Yea Howard will probably come looking for his son after a few days and mom would eventually notice the smell." Sam gives me this innocent what did I do face when I glare at him.

" He's not dead, you're not funny." I start slapping at Scotts' face to wake him up. How long does that stuff last?

:: What I gave him, well if he was human could last a day, maybe two. Seen one guy trip for three.:: Paul suddenly answered my thoughts

" Three days!?" I screamed grabbing my hair, causing Sam to jump. This was not good, not good at all, I'm dead, so dead, so totally dead.

" Mike you're scaring me bud." Sam looked a bit freaked out by my outburst.

" They can talk in my head." I realize how bad that sounded after I tell him that.

" ... Should I be worried?" Sam just stared at me.

" I didn't mean that you doofus, they, as in they can speak to me in my head somehow. I can talk to them the same way, I don't know how." I was frustrated and very much in a bad mood at this point.

" You're telepathic?" Sam looked skeptical. " Can you hear what I am saying now?"

I growl and huff at him, this wasn't the time to be playing let's see if Micheal is insane. " Sam... If werewolves recover like humans, Scott could be tripping for three days..."

" Three days!" Sam screamed now. " You're telling e we have a stoner werewolf for three days here! We're dead. Wait, no you're dead, no, you're blood sucking friends are dead."

" They're not my friends!" I didn't really consider them friends, but I guess they probably fit that since I'm with them all the time nearly now.

" You always hang out with them all night, they're your friends. You're friends eat people. You eat people!" Sam was getting dramatic, great.

" That's not my choice, like you being a wookie!" I yell back at him.

" I'm not a wookie!"

" You are wookie!"

" Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

" Are t.."

" What is going on in here, what's with all the... Oh my god, what happened to Scott?!" Mom looked shocked.

" Hu? h, he's dru... gkhhh, no snow cones, he ate snow cones." I try to cover my near blurting out he's drugged. In haste to try and explain why Scott had rolled almost all the way off my bed, face planted on the floor, feet still up on the bed, I say snow cones. I'm screwed.

" Snow cones? You trying to tell me Scott's passed out and hanging off your bed like that because of Snow Cones? Get him off the floor Micheal." Mom was mad, I could tell, she may not raise her voice hardly, but the tone told me enough.

" Yea, that's true, Scott ate a snow cone and went all freaky and passed out, he can't handle his syrup like real men." Sam explains to mom.

I roll my eyes as I get Scott back up on the bed, hoping he doesn't roll off, but no, he's awake... And hallucinating.

" Mphhhummm." Scott just mumbles out something and waving his hand in front of his face.

" Before I call Harold over here, you better tell me what happened?" Mom wasn't buying the whole snow cones did it, which was the truth, just wasn't a normal snow cone.

" I didn't do it! Honest, I didn't know anything, it was the snow cone." I was thankfully not having to lie.

" Yea, it was the Snow Cone of Death, Mike didn't do it, he was playing some stupid arcade game when Scott got sick, I had to go get him." Sam was good at helping me out, that is when he doesn't slip up and forget to keep his mouth closed.

Mom was looking at Sam not quite believing, but on the verge of believing as we're both sticking to saying we're telling the truth... Just we aren't telling the whole truth. Sam already has an idea who did it, I kinda told him on the way home who I thought did it when he started pelting me with questions.

" So how did a Snow cone do that to Scott?" Mom looks over at Scott. " I'm calling for an ambulance, he's very sick."

" No!" both me and Sam yelled, mom gave us a look like we'd gone mad.

" He's drugged. From the snow cone!It had dope in it." I said... This was going to be fun to explain.

**** Grounding ****

" I don't know, this is not a little prank, it's pretty serious." Howard was pacing back and forth. " Why would they want to drug my son?"

" Paul was wondering if werewolves could get high. He wanted to drug Sam and they said they wouldn't when I told them to leave him alone, I didn't know they'd just drug Scott, they didn't tell me anything." I really didn't like being put on the spot and so wanted to kick both Marko and Pauls' ass for doing this to me.

" They wanted to drug me?! Keep those psycho blood sucking but heads away from me!" Sam looked a little ticked.

" They wanted Sam?" Mom was shocked.

" They wont do anything else. And only to drug Sam... They wont do anything else, that's what they said they just wanted to see if Scott could get high." There wasn't more to explain, I already went over everything I knew about what happened with both my mom and Howard.

I certainly hope they stay away from my son now, is there anything being done to stop that from happening again?" Howard was staring at me, but he didn't lock eyes, even in anger he didn't do that.

" David smacked them both for it, he doesn't like problems." I didn't know anything and wanted to leave.

Howard sighed." I'm going to take Scott home." Howard kiss's my moms cheek and hefts Scott up, he stops and looks at me. " You're not such a bad boy, but some of your pack mates need some self discipline." He then heads out to the van, a few minutes later he's gone.

" Sam, Micheal you're both grounded." Mom says once Howard's gone.

" What?!" me and Sam say in unison.

" Why am i grounded when it was his suck face leechy friends that did it?" Sam points at me, I glare at him.

" Hey i didn't do it, I already said what happened." I protested, this wasn't fair, then I thought.. how is she going to ground me? I can't stay here.

" You both tried to hide it and wouldn't say what happened. You're staying in your room for a week Sam, lights out at nine." Mom looks at me and just pauses, realizing now that there wasn't much she could do. " I'll figure something out."

**** four nights Latter ****

Moms idea of punishment, clean the gutters on the roof. " Eeeww gross." I pull a slimy dead bird from the gutter, it looked like grandpa had been putting off cleaning the thing for a few years, it was disgusting the goop I was pulling up.

Scott was below with Sam watching me, Scott had this confused look on his face.

" Watcha find up there Mike?!" Sam yells up.

" This." I toss the dead animal down to the ground causing Sam to yelp.

" How did he get up there?" Scott was asking Sam." There's no ladder.

To this Sam flaps his hands, Scott didn't look convinced until I "jumped" down, which sorta freaked him out.

" You can fly?! Scott just stared at me mouth open.

" You'll catch flies with that!" Sam laughs and runs inside.

" Kinda." I walk back inside, wipe off my hands and put some the rubber gloves on, tired of touching the old rotted gunk in the gutters, on the way out I grab a small hand shovel from the window seal, what mom don't know wont hurt her. Scott stares as I fly back onto the roof and start shoveling the crap out the gutters. I guess he didn't know vampires fly.