A/N: Random idea. Lemme know if it should be more than a one-shot. That would be fun. :) Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Forks where we lay our scene. Not really, but we are laying our scene in Forks: Bella is a rebellious druggie; Bff's with Lauren, Tyler, Mike, and Jessica: fellow druggies. Set in the middle of New Moon. Beware: Drug use, sexual references, and language. Review, my loves!
I stumbled to Mike's car, the full effect of the alcohol just hitting me. He staggered along, not far behind, laughing as he draped his arm lazily around Jessica's shoulders.
"Guys, that was so much fun. Shannon definitely came through this time," Tyler muttered in his drunken stupor. I faintly remembered Shannon, our dealer, showing up at Lauren's house with, what he promised was, 'the best weed he could find.' Not to mention 50 worth of vodka and rum.
"Who's driving?" Lauren asked, stoned out of existence.
"Who always drives, Lauren?" Jessica asked sarcastically as Mike slid into the front seat of his suburban. After making sure we'd all gotten in, Mike took off down the road, at speeds only he'd gone before, to Jessica's place, where I would be staying with her, yet again.
Since I'd started into my downward spiral, I usually stayed with Jessica to avoid Charlie grounding me and threatening to lock me up in the jail at night if necessary. That was all I heard from him since he left.
The partying started about a month after he left me. Being intoxicated always helped the pain in my chest subside. But when I was sober, I still missed him like crazy, even after 5 months.
"Bells, let's go," Jessica muttered as she pulled on my shirt. "I have to pee!" she yelled, pulling harder. I scooted out of Mike's car quickly. Jessica ran ahead into the house.
"Hey, Bells, me and Tyler will be back later," Mike called as he pulled out of the driveway. I thought I saw him wink at me, but I couldn't be sure through my blurred vision.
"Jess? Where are you?" I whispered as I dragged myself through her front door. I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Hey, let's go to my room. I think I heard my dad." We climbed the stairs as quietly as possible and collapsed on the bed when we reached our destination.
Jessica squealed as she pulled a small zip-lock bag from under her bed. The bag held four pills: two were green with question marks printed on them, for Jess, and two were blue with a butterfly: for me. I popped my two and washed them down with some water.
The ecstasy started to take effect after only a few minutes. I found myself making out with Jessica soon after; this was something we did commonly after we'd gotten a new stash from Brandon, another dealer we hung out with often. Brandon was mine and Jessica's personal dealer for ecstasy.
"Whoop, whoop!" Mike and Tyler called as they sat on the roof outside Jess's window watching us. We broke apart immediately.
"Hey, baby," Jessica whispered to Mike as she opened her window. "Missed you," she muttered as they retreated to their usual 'spot': the laundry room.
Tyler pushed me down on the bed, ready for his turn on me. We made out for a while before I could feel a bulge in his pants. I passed out shortly after he began kissing down my neck.
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I should've expected that I'd wake with a pounding headache. I could faintly smell cinnamon in the air.
Goldschlager, I concluded, remembering the previous night; I also remembered my make-out session with the bottle of vodka…and Jessica…and Tyler.
I sat up on my elbows, careful not to wake a still-sleeping Jessica, who'd somehow made her way back up from the laundry room after she and Mike finished.
As I dragged myself toward Jessica's bathroom I could feel a numb pain between my legs.
Tyler, I recalled as I stepped into Jessica's shower. I hated being with Mike and Tyler all the time, but it's not like they were the only ones. Anytime someone else showed up at our parties, Mike and Tyler would brag about what a good fuck I was. I got so sick of hearing "So I here you're pretty good in bed. Wanna go upstairs?" but I went with them anyway. It's not like he cared that much about me.
I stepped out of the shower to see snow falling outside the window on Jess's front lawn. I remembered how much he loved snow. I felt a warm tear descend my cheek.
"God, Bella, you look skinnier every day. Too bad you never get the munchies when you're stoned; it could really help you out," Jessica mentioned as she washed her face in one of the two sinks. I stood at the other, brushing my teeth.
"So what are we doing today?" I asked in an attempt to change the subject. She dried her face off before answering.
"Mike's throwing a huge party at some abandoned house," she said with a shrug of her shoulders while applying her make-up. "So did you have fun with Tyler last night?" she teased, nudging my side.
"I passed out before he got my pants off, so, no," I laughed, changing my clothes.
I pulled on a hoodie as we made our way to the kitchen.
"Hey girls. What time did you get in last night?" Jess's mom asked conversationally as she served us bacon and eggs.
"Just after ten." Jessica smiled up at her mother convincingly.
"Did you have fun at the country club in Port Angeles with Mike?" her father asked, glaring. It was obvious he'd caught us, though he never said anything when he did.
"Yeah, Mike fell in the pool." Jess and I laughed.
"Glad you had fun. What are you two up to tonight?"
"Slumber party with Lauren!" Jessica squealed. She bit off a small bite of bacon.
"Do you mind if we go shopping before, though?" I asked innocently. I loved playing with Jess's parents. They were such pushovers.
"Sure. Going to Port Angeles again?" her mother looked over at me, glaring slightly.
"Yeah, I saw an ad in the paper about some big sale. I thought we might check it out, Jess." I winked at her twice: our secret code for 'we're paying Shannon a visit.'
"Sounds great. Let's go get ready!" Jessica jumped up from her chair, dragging me along. Her parents laughed at her fake enthusiasm.
"Good cover," she said as she gathered some of our necessities. As she dashed around the room, I saw her stuffing condoms, our pills, weed, more pills, cigarettes, and a bottle of vodka into her large purse.
"Ready?" she asked, breathless due to her scavenger hunt. It was baffling that she could find so many hiding places in her room.
"Yeah." I grabbed my cell phone, stuffing it in my back pocket as we sped down the stairs. We were out the door before her parents could give us a curfew.
"So are you going home tomorrow? I think Charlie called you last night after you passed out," Jessica said as we got into her car.
"Shit. I guess I'll have to now." I kicked her dashboard out of anger.
"Take it easy on the car, Bee. It didn't do anything to you." She shook her head as she pulled up in front of Shannon's trailer.
"Hey, ladies. Have fun last night?" Shannon asked as he draped an arm around our shoulders, forcing himself in between us.
"You know we did," Jessica whispered seductively, reminding him of their 'fun' before we left Lauren's.
"Glad I could help," he replied as he plopped down on his couch between two guys Mike had introduced me to back at Christmas. I vaguely remembered them as Matt and Cody.
"Hey, Bells, haven't seen you in a while," Matt said, taking a hit off his cigarette. He winked at me; I shuddered. He hadn't been the best guy I'd been with.
"Yeah, it's been a while," I said, shaking my head. "Not long enough," I whispered under my breath.
"So what can I do for you ladies? Picking something up for Mike's party? I heard it's gonna be wicked," Shannon said as he rolled a joint and handed it to Cody.
"Yeah, we just came to see if you had anything good you might wanna give us," Jess asked, sitting on Shannon's lap.
"I think I might be able to find something for you girls." He picked her up and sat her back down in his spot. He walked into the only bedroom of his single-wide trailer, returning with a can of computer duster and a bottle of pills I easily recognized as valium: three of each color, totaling nine pills.
"The computer duster is fun, but it won't do you much. The valium should be alright though, if you take it with the right stuff." Shannon winked at me as he handed me our things.
"I'll pay you tonight at the party," Jessica said as we left, brushing her hand across his crotch inconspicuously.
"Will you bring some rophies tonight?" I called as Jess started pulling out of the gravel driveway.
"Yeah, Bella, I'll bring you some. You're a lot of fun on rophies." I rolled my eyes, cranking up the window.
"He's right, you know," Jessica laughed. "You act like a moron when you've had some rope."
"Haha," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes as we pulled up at Lauren's house; luckily, it was only a few minutes away. She skipped out to the car excitedly. I could tell that her purse was filled, as well.
"Hey babes, have fun last night?" She slid into the back seat, immediately pulling out her bong. She passed it up to me after taking a few hits.
"Bella, Tyler said he had fun last night," she teased, poking me as I took a hit. I laughed with my friends when I almost set my hair on fire.
"You bitch, look what you made me do," I laughed, passing the bong back to her.
"You're so clumsy, Bee." It immediately reminded me of him. Only he called me clumsy. It was one of the things he claimed to love about me. Guess it was only a lie…
"Bella! Get out of the car. We're here," Jessica said before she slammed her door outside the Port Angeles mall. I put out my cigarette and ran to catch up with them, tripping twice along the way.
We shopped for hours at Wet Seal, looking for the perfect outfit for the party. We eventually found something for each our own.
I bought, with Jess's credit card, a pair of black skinny pants and a red twist-neck top. Jessica and Lauren bought matching light colored skinny jeans with holes in the thighs. Jessica got a black and gray striped tunic sweater while Lauren got a one-shoulder yellow tunic. We all got matching black pumps.
We stopped at a McDonald's afterward, just before the party, knowing there wouldn't be any food there. I watched as Lauren and Jessica downed a hamburger and fries.
"You really should eat, Bells," Jessica said, pointing a french fry in my face. "You haven't eaten anything in like…three days." Lauren's eyes bulged.
"Iz, eat something!" she demanded as she shoved the remainder of her fries in my face.
I grimaced at her for two reasons: I hated being called Iz, and I wasn't hungry. Against my will, though, I ate the stupid fries.
We left McDonald's by six and headed to Mike's to ride with him and Tyler to the party. We pulled up and jumped into his suburban.
"Hey, Jess, gimme a cigarette; I've only had one today," I said, draping my arm over her shoulder from the back seat expectantly.
She handed me a cigarette and her pink lighter. Mike, screwing with me like always, slammed on the brakes when I lit the cigarette; I almost set my hair on fire for the second time that day. It was only when I scowled at him that I noticed where we were.
We were driving through the woods on the edge of the Calawah River. My heart stopped when Mike took a turn into the woods, pulling up into their driveway.
"Welcome to the party, ladies! Ty, help me get the liquor out of the back," Mike said, turning off the car. Jessica and Lauren looked at me apologetically; they knew how I felt about him.
They were about 7 cars in the driveway when we stepped through the front door. I saw Shannon in the far corner of the family room, snorting coke. I looked around, settling my eyes on Mike as he placed his endless supply of alcohol on his piano. Jessica squeezed my shoulder before taking her own bottles of vodka over to the piano in the corner nearest the door. Lauren was already heading up the winding staircase with Tyler.
"Hey, did you bring the roche?" I asked Shannon as I made myself comfortable in his lap.
"Yeah, Bells, I brought it especially for you. Just remember, you owe me. I'll catch up with you later, babe." He put me down on the white couch and staggered over to Mike, probably to congratulate him on the great party.
I popped one of the rophies and a valium I managed to swipe from Jess's purse. I washed them down with a sprite and walked outside into the brisk January wind. I felt warm tears falling down my cheek as I stumbled across the lawn, finally collapsing on the driveway.
I remembered him. I thought over all our memories, feeling my high make its way throughout my nervous system. I began to twitch nervously, remembering my birthday party at this very house.
I stumbled back into the house after a few minutes, still crying. I felt arms wrapping around my waist as I made my way to the piano for some Goldschlager: my favorite vodka.
"Hey, Iz," Shannon said teasingly. "I'm ready for my payment." He smiled at me, attempting to be seductive.
"Fight, fight!" someone began chanting in the kitchen. Shannon turned his attention from me quickly.
"Shit. Go to the bedroom on the third floor. I'll meet you up there in a few," he muttered as he made his way through the crowd of people surrounding the kitchen.
I was faintly reminded of my first time in this house as I climbed the steps. My hand shook as I reached for his doorknob.
The room was more beautiful than I remembered it being. His couch still sat in the center of the room. I wiped the tears away as I admired the window looking out over the river. My hand trembled when I touched the soft gold walls.
I lay on the couch, waiting for Shannon to come get his compensation. I lit a cigarette to calm my nerves. I found a bottle of Crown Royal sitting by the couch, left from earlier. I chugged down the small amount left and lay back, willing unconsciousness to come.
As the blackness enveloped me I felt two cold arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.