said, as she was about to get up.
“ You sure?” She questioned. “I can run up there and get it real quick if you want.”
“ Nah, it’s cool. I’ve gotta use the bathroom anyways.” I told her.
“ You want me to come with?” Ethan whispered in my ear.
“ I’m good. It’ll just take a sec.” I told him. “Besides, I want you to get to know everybody. I’ll be right back.”
I stood just a little too quick, not realizing how wasted I truly was. Yeah, nobody is driving home tonight. Abigail drank way more than I did and I’ll never give Aiden the keys again.
I headed up to the house, passing Dave Anderson who was passed out on the beach next to the bonfire. Oddly enough, he was wearing a T-shirt that read: “That Guy”.
He opened his eyes staring at me, half conscious. “The Mutant among us may be you!” He screamed before passing out again.
I shook my head and continued up the steps to the patio, making sure I gripped the handrails. I’d seen some posters put up that had that slogan. I thought I was for a movie, but I hadn’t seen any commercial for it yet.
When I reached the top of the stairs I realized there were still people up here, not as much as before, but enough. People I knew from school, one way or another. No unknowns or anything like that.
I took it slow as I made my way around the side of the house where it was darkest, rounded the corner with practiced ease and found myself out front by the garage, which was completely empty at this point. I went inside and made a beeline towards the bathroom, which wasn’t as clean as I hoped, yet nowhere near as disgusting as I expected.
Thank God for the little things.
I put some toilet paper down around the seat and sat down, grabbing one of the porno mags that were in the rack in front of me. I flipped through the pages, never really stopping a one, until the very end.
“ Those can’t be real.” I said to myself aloud.
I finished, wiped myself and then put the magazine back, washing my hands briefly before staring at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot red and just mere slits, courtesy of the marijuana. I made a pose, frozen frame style, then applied a little touch up make up. Some eye liner and eye shadow, little lip-gloss and some fresh foundation. I made another snapshot pose.
Yup, I look good bitch.
I made my way out of the bathroom. There were already a couple of people passed out on the couch. Few others were playing video games. I went into the kitchen and checked the fridge. Krispy Kreme donuts on the top shelf.
Yahtzee!
I grabbed two. Ate one immediately, then grabbed another. They were sooo good. The two I had in my hand, I placed on a napkin and threw them in the microwave for ten seconds. White Room by Cream was playing somewhere upstairs and I danced along waiting for my donuts to be done.
Ding!
I pulled them out and took a large bite. Even better warm! I opened the fridge again and checked for beer. Nothing but Bud Light, but it would do the do. I grabbed a bottle, popped the top and took a large gulp as I headed out the kitchen door into the garage, making my way down the driveway towards my car.
I could still hear the music, it was the guitar solo at the end and I continued to dance while I finished my donuts and drank the rest of my beer. I was at the car soon enough, fumbling for the keys, so I could pop the trunk. I really wish I had some Twizzlers right now. That would perfect.
“ Open the door and get inside of the car.” Someone said from behind.
“ What?” I asked, turning around to see who was talking to me.
It was some guy. He was dressed in black. Black jeans, black combat boots, black jacket, everything was all black. He was holding a gun and it was pointed directly at my head.
I dropped my beer. “Oh shit.”
The guy struck me with his free hand across the face, knocking me backwards. “I’m not going to ask you again.” He explained.
I began fumbling for the keys,
“ You sure?” She questioned. “I can run up there and get it real quick if you want.”
“ Nah, it’s cool. I’ve gotta use the bathroom anyways.” I told her.
“ You want me to come with?” Ethan whispered in my ear.
“ I’m good. It’ll just take a sec.” I told him. “Besides, I want you to get to know everybody. I’ll be right back.”
I stood just a little too quick, not realizing how wasted I truly was. Yeah, nobody is driving home tonight. Abigail drank way more than I did and I’ll never give Aiden the keys again.
I headed up to the house, passing Dave Anderson who was passed out on the beach next to the bonfire. Oddly enough, he was wearing a T-shirt that read: “That Guy”.
He opened his eyes staring at me, half conscious. “The Mutant among us may be you!” He screamed before passing out again.
I shook my head and continued up the steps to the patio, making sure I gripped the handrails. I’d seen some posters put up that had that slogan. I thought I was for a movie, but I hadn’t seen any commercial for it yet.
When I reached the top of the stairs I realized there were still people up here, not as much as before, but enough. People I knew from school, one way or another. No unknowns or anything like that.
I took it slow as I made my way around the side of the house where it was darkest, rounded the corner with practiced ease and found myself out front by the garage, which was completely empty at this point. I went inside and made a beeline towards the bathroom, which wasn’t as clean as I hoped, yet nowhere near as disgusting as I expected.
Thank God for the little things.
I put some toilet paper down around the seat and sat down, grabbing one of the porno mags that were in the rack in front of me. I flipped through the pages, never really stopping a one, until the very end.
“ Those can’t be real.” I said to myself aloud.
I finished, wiped myself and then put the magazine back, washing my hands briefly before staring at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot red and just mere slits, courtesy of the marijuana. I made a pose, frozen frame style, then applied a little touch up make up. Some eye liner and eye shadow, little lip-gloss and some fresh foundation. I made another snapshot pose.
Yup, I look good bitch.
I made my way out of the bathroom. There were already a couple of people passed out on the couch. Few others were playing video games. I went into the kitchen and checked the fridge. Krispy Kreme donuts on the top shelf.
Yahtzee!
I grabbed two. Ate one immediately, then grabbed another. They were sooo good. The two I had in my hand, I placed on a napkin and threw them in the microwave for ten seconds. White Room by Cream was playing somewhere upstairs and I danced along waiting for my donuts to be done.
Ding!
I pulled them out and took a large bite. Even better warm! I opened the fridge again and checked for beer. Nothing but Bud Light, but it would do the do. I grabbed a bottle, popped the top and took a large gulp as I headed out the kitchen door into the garage, making my way down the driveway towards my car.
I could still hear the music, it was the guitar solo at the end and I continued to dance while I finished my donuts and drank the rest of my beer. I was at the car soon enough, fumbling for the keys, so I could pop the trunk. I really wish I had some Twizzlers right now. That would perfect.
“ Open the door and get inside of the car.” Someone said from behind.
“ What?” I asked, turning around to see who was talking to me.
It was some guy. He was dressed in black. Black jeans, black combat boots, black jacket, everything was all black. He was holding a gun and it was pointed directly at my head.
I dropped my beer. “Oh shit.”
The guy struck me with his free hand across the face, knocking me backwards. “I’m not going to ask you again.” He explained.
I began fumbling for the keys,
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