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Hi, my name is Ron
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 | A Little Less Everything -2- |
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| Created: 2008-06-05 15:13:45 |
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Chapter Two ~ You've Never Been So Used
The music from inside the house could be heard half a block away. Trina and Abby took turns trying to guess the band playing and giggling the entire time. Danny, who had never expected to take his fourteen year old sister and her best friend with him to one of Chet's parties, but after everything that had happened earlier that night, he couldn't think of any reason not to.
“Ok, Ok,” Danny interrupted while parking in the empty spot beside Chet's car. The music was somewhat clearer now and the girl's giggling continued before ending with an abrupt squeal. Danny raised his and to shush them.
“Numero Uno,” he didn't have to turn to know Abby had rolled her eyes, “Do not embarrass me. If you do, I will ruin your high school career before you even get there, dweebettes.” The girls rolled their eyes in sync. He ignored it. “Rule Number Two: Don't ask stupid questions. No drugs. No sex. Avoid Ritchie and Hector/Pedro. Or whatever the hell Hector's going by this week. Don't smoke anything that gets passed in your direction. No sex. Stay away from anyone who appears drunk. Don't sit horizontally. Don't put strange looking objects in your mouth. Avoid staying upstairs too long. No dirty dancing. Oh! And most importantly, no sex.”
“Don't be so spastic,” Abby groaned.
“Yea,” Trina added jokingly. “We're big girls. We won't do anything we don't wanna do - unless that turns him on.”
Abby laughed with her before Danny let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding in. He slowly opened the door and reluctantly lead them to the front door. The minute it opened the music was no longer audible as the volume rose dramatically.
“YO! My man Dan!” Chet cried out immediately reaching up to brush back his multicolored bangs and get a good look at his friend.
“Chest the pest,” Danny replied skeptically while staring at is reddened eyes.
Chet laughed loudly and there was no reason to be skeptical: he was definitely high. The only question was who had supplied the pot.
“Where's Skylar?" Danny asked knowingly as he surveyed the room behind his friend. Two other girls sat comfortably on Chet's beat up sofa, feet resting on the old coffee table with rings and telltale scratches from past misjudgments.
“He's out back,” Chet mumbled while glancing over Danny's head. “Smoking some stuff that he shouldn't. Tami's back there, too. Spilling her guts, if you catch my drift.”
Danny grimaced at the thought of how she got so wasted so fast. He remembered seeing her at the beach, swooning over Chad Prescott before the drama had begun. She had been a little tipsy at the time of her public mutilation, so it probably hadn't taken long for her to get drunk.
“Oye,” Chet cried out loudly suddenly noticing Abby and Trina behind Danny. “We got ourselves a couple of teenyboppers! If I believed in God, I'd be thanking him right now.”
“Cute, Chester,” Abby stated with a mean smirk on her slender face, “But I don't think you want to do that. Remember your last restraining order? Mess with me and it will be worse. Oh, and my daddy would kick your ass.”
“Abigale?” Chet asked squinting his eyes as if that would suddenly reveal the little Abby Richards he remembered from his only year of high school and frequent visits to the Richards' house, the Abby with her hair in curly pigtails and two rows of shiny braces holding her teeth inside her round, baby face. She was but a memory.
This Abby stood tall and proud next to her equally klutzy but astonishingly beautiful best friend, Trina. They struck a seductive pose before laughing to themselves.
“And your that sick chick that used to push her puppies in a wagon down that big hill?” Chet added no longer able to be surprised by anything.
“The one and only,” Trina answered happily. “Now move.”
They pushed their way past Chet and ran into the room like mature, and ecstatic, young ladies.
Chet turned back to Danny, signaled he would keep an eye on them, and almost silently ordered, “Keep them away from Ritchie and Hector.”
Danny shrugged at the familiar command and immediately headed towards the basement, in all its hazy glory. There were numerous boys and girls, most of them unrecognizable with their faces connected to someone else's.
“Watcha staring at?” A voice – also familiar – said, a face matching the voice was nagging at the edge of his mind.
Danny spun to face someone he never thought he would ever see again.
“Scott Myers?”
The blonde boy shrugged unpromisingly while ending all questions with his shaky smile.
“That's what my parents call me,” he joked.
Danny couldn't help but laughing at his old friend while he struggled to swerve around a dancing couple who were too enveloped in their own l[u]st filled world to notice his failing attempts at getting around them. He managed to find a way around when they began kissing and hug Danny in the process, no awkwardness to it. Danny smiled widely at his old best friend. The one who had moved halfway across the country. What was he doing here?
“My mom got transferred, again.”
Danny's mouth fell open but he realized that Scottie had always read his mind without is permission.
“It's nice to see ya, man,” Danny screamed above the pounding music.
Scottie shoved a finger in his ear before motioning towards the basement's exit. The two of them hurried out of the crowded room and managed to slip out the door together and inhaled the cool night air.
“Smells liked fall,” Scottie commented.
“Smells like school,” Danny sighed with a frown on is face.
“How many more hours until we return to Hell?”
Danny glanced at his watch that was almost twenty minutes fast before answering, “Thirty hours.”
“Something new to look forward to,” Scottie grumbled sarcastically.
Danny laughed but stopped abruptly when the sound of someone vomiting reached his ears. As soon as he realized who it was, she staggered from behind the bushes in the yard back to the house. She was tugging on the ends of her jacket while staring over her shoulder. Her hand instinctively went up to her lips. She stopped suddenly in mid-sweep across her mouth, eyes swinging between Danny and Scottie.
“Scottie boy is back?” she scoffed, a distraction, “Nice. Richo was in need of another player-slash-loser.”
Scottie's eyes doubled in size when he recognized the girl.
“Tamika Reeds?”
“The one and only..”
Danny cringed at the other familiar phrase but no one noticed, or they were too concentrated on the other to bother turning in his direction.
“You.. grew up,” Scottie stated obviously. His eyes quickly traveled up and down her body, then rested on her chest. She scoffed again, one of disapproval.
“Don't drool, lover boy,” she snapped weakly. “You still aren't my type.”
She spun around and nearly feel forward, but regained her balance expertly. “You didn't see that.”
They could only nod their heads as they watched the back of her sway uneasily. She didn't turn to face them, but no one needed to see her face to know she was going to pass out in a few minutes.
Once she disappeared from sight Scottie couldn't resist asking, “What happened to her?”
There wasn't really an answer for that. They both knew it. But Danny couldn't resist trying. Even if it was a little contradictory. He waited for the words to slip.
“Everything, man,” Danny sighed, letting is gaze drift upward. “Everything and absolutely nothing.” |
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