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Original - Misc › Drugs and Alcohol
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Adult +
Chapters:
28
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1,804
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6
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Chapter 13
Author's Note: It is at this point in the story that my true intentions become known. *Evil snicker* Please leave plenty of reviews as this took much research and time to write. Let me know what you think!
--ohasphyxiationx.
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The rest of the drive was pretty silent, with random conversations here and there. None of them lasted too long because I was so nervous and excited, I thought I would burst. Instead, Matt turned the radio on, put a CD in, and the Smashing Pumpkins began to play.
"My favorite band," he informed me.
I smiled, "Mine, too." And it was true, I owned every single Smashing Pumpkin CD, and had gone to see them a few times.
"Cool," he replied, before parking the car a half a block away from his apartment. We began to walk quietly, rushing to get out of the hot sun.
Fortunately, Matt already had the air condition running and the coolness of the apartment struck us as soon as we opened his door. I threw my school bag on the small table by his door and threw myself on the couch.
"Pepsi?" He asked, poking his head out of the small kitchen. I nodded, he tossed the can at me gently and I caught it, waiting a while to open it so it wouldn't fizz all over the place. He sat next to me.
He quietly sipped his beer while I enjoyed my Pepsi. My insides were filled with fluttering butterflies that flew from all around my brain to the tips of my toes and the feeling was so sensational that I couldn't believe it was real.
"Today's your last day of school, so I invited you here to celebrate!" He raised his beer and tapped it against my can of Pepsi, a makeshift toast, before chugging down the rest of his beer down and placing it on the coffee table that sat parallel to the couch.
"How are we going to celebrate?"
He pulled me up, grabbing my hand and wrapping his long fingers around the small fist I made. My skin burned where he touched me. He dragged me along to his bedroom. I didn't know whether to be scared, nervous, or excited, so I settled on being all three.
When he began to rummage through the same drawer he had before, my stomach began to turn. The idea of experiencing the horrible trauma I'd gone through before made me sick.
This time he pulled out two bags. "Meth or speed?"
I wanted to say no, but I couldn't bring myself to. I knew it would ruin my chances with him. "Meth," I said, not knowing the difference between the two.
"Good choice," he smiled, putting the other bag back in the draw and grabbing his mirror and metrocard and making another set of 4 lines. He handed it to me first this time. I already knew what to do and snorted my two lines much quicker than I had the first time. He smiled at me, and then snorted his. He was still much quicker than I was.
Not long after I began to feel so blissful that I felt as though I was flying. The euphoria I felt was so beautiful and intense and I could see all sorts of beautiful colors dancing around the room. I began to smile. Then I began to laugh uncontrollably. Matt began to laugh with me.
I had a sudden burst of energy and shot off of the bed, and began to pace from one end of the bedroom to the other, and eventually began to pick up Matt's things, examine them quickly, and place them back down. I began picking up dirty clothes and folding clean ones, tidying up the entire room, and all the while, Matt laughed. I looked back and saw him smiling so beautifully at me that I decided I'd made the right decision. I felt great, and I had made him so happy! I could hardly believe it.
"Allison!" Matt called loudly, and then began to laugh at me.
"What? What?" I responded loudly, talking quickly.
"Come here," he said, patting the space next to him on the foot of the bed. I did as I was told and sat down, looking at him. One look into his beautiful eyes and I fell into a fit of giggles, throwing myself backwards onto the bed. He began to laugh with me, falling back slowly, and we looked at each other. Our faces were so close; I could feel his warm breath brushing my cheek.
He smiled at me again, so warm and so gentle, and I just looked back at him, staring intently. I stopped giggling. So did he.
"You're so pretty, Allison," he said in a whisper. For a brief moment, all the energy I'd had seconds before disappeared, and I was nearly paralyzed in shock. "So, so pretty," he said.
And then finally, his lips descended on mine, and I felt myself come back to life.
--ohasphyxiationx.
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The rest of the drive was pretty silent, with random conversations here and there. None of them lasted too long because I was so nervous and excited, I thought I would burst. Instead, Matt turned the radio on, put a CD in, and the Smashing Pumpkins began to play.
"My favorite band," he informed me.
I smiled, "Mine, too." And it was true, I owned every single Smashing Pumpkin CD, and had gone to see them a few times.
"Cool," he replied, before parking the car a half a block away from his apartment. We began to walk quietly, rushing to get out of the hot sun.
Fortunately, Matt already had the air condition running and the coolness of the apartment struck us as soon as we opened his door. I threw my school bag on the small table by his door and threw myself on the couch.
"Pepsi?" He asked, poking his head out of the small kitchen. I nodded, he tossed the can at me gently and I caught it, waiting a while to open it so it wouldn't fizz all over the place. He sat next to me.
He quietly sipped his beer while I enjoyed my Pepsi. My insides were filled with fluttering butterflies that flew from all around my brain to the tips of my toes and the feeling was so sensational that I couldn't believe it was real.
"Today's your last day of school, so I invited you here to celebrate!" He raised his beer and tapped it against my can of Pepsi, a makeshift toast, before chugging down the rest of his beer down and placing it on the coffee table that sat parallel to the couch.
"How are we going to celebrate?"
He pulled me up, grabbing my hand and wrapping his long fingers around the small fist I made. My skin burned where he touched me. He dragged me along to his bedroom. I didn't know whether to be scared, nervous, or excited, so I settled on being all three.
When he began to rummage through the same drawer he had before, my stomach began to turn. The idea of experiencing the horrible trauma I'd gone through before made me sick.
This time he pulled out two bags. "Meth or speed?"
I wanted to say no, but I couldn't bring myself to. I knew it would ruin my chances with him. "Meth," I said, not knowing the difference between the two.
"Good choice," he smiled, putting the other bag back in the draw and grabbing his mirror and metrocard and making another set of 4 lines. He handed it to me first this time. I already knew what to do and snorted my two lines much quicker than I had the first time. He smiled at me, and then snorted his. He was still much quicker than I was.
Not long after I began to feel so blissful that I felt as though I was flying. The euphoria I felt was so beautiful and intense and I could see all sorts of beautiful colors dancing around the room. I began to smile. Then I began to laugh uncontrollably. Matt began to laugh with me.
I had a sudden burst of energy and shot off of the bed, and began to pace from one end of the bedroom to the other, and eventually began to pick up Matt's things, examine them quickly, and place them back down. I began picking up dirty clothes and folding clean ones, tidying up the entire room, and all the while, Matt laughed. I looked back and saw him smiling so beautifully at me that I decided I'd made the right decision. I felt great, and I had made him so happy! I could hardly believe it.
"Allison!" Matt called loudly, and then began to laugh at me.
"What? What?" I responded loudly, talking quickly.
"Come here," he said, patting the space next to him on the foot of the bed. I did as I was told and sat down, looking at him. One look into his beautiful eyes and I fell into a fit of giggles, throwing myself backwards onto the bed. He began to laugh with me, falling back slowly, and we looked at each other. Our faces were so close; I could feel his warm breath brushing my cheek.
He smiled at me again, so warm and so gentle, and I just looked back at him, staring intently. I stopped giggling. So did he.
"You're so pretty, Allison," he said in a whisper. For a brief moment, all the energy I'd had seconds before disappeared, and I was nearly paralyzed in shock. "So, so pretty," he said.
And then finally, his lips descended on mine, and I felt myself come back to life.