Falling

five

A/N this chapter has mentions of substance abuse and there is also smut from the **** til the end.

Minho walked up the long gravel drive towards Teresa's house.
He was particularly jumpy. The deal with Aris had not gone to plan. Aris had been out of stock for 2 days and had said that he was already in trouble with Sonya, giving Minho her number instead.

He had noted that she had got a new number and absentmindedly stored it as a new contact.

The boy had considered texting Brenda to ask if she could go instead- he really didn't want to see Sonya- but decided against it and called her. It had gone smoothly, albeit, awkwardly and the two had barely spoken a word.

She had been in a particularly terrible mood and had a large bruise covering her eye and cheek. Minho hadn't asked her where she got it, after all it wasn't his business anymore what she got up to. He wasn't even sure he wanted to know.

She hadn't even counted the cash he gave her, just hurried off as quickly as she came.

Minho pushed the thoughts out of his head as he walked up the steps. He didn't need to worry about her. It wasn't his problem.

Teresa was inside the porch, wearing a pair of fishnet tights, knee-high boots and a long striped sweater.
"You alright there Min?" she laughed as she pulled him into a hug "Did it go alright?"

"I guess so," he shrugged and made a face "Aris was dry though so I had to go to Sonya directly."

Teresa winced in sympathy "Oh gods that's why you're acting funny!" she grabbed his wrist and tugged him inside.

"Acting funny? I'm not-"
"Yeah you are, it's almost like you're thinking!" she gasped "and we all know you never willingly think."

Minho shrugged, looking at his watch. It read 5.05pm.

"What time did you say for people to arrive?" he asked.
"Brenda said 6. She and Thomas should be here in about half an hour though. Now help me with this table," she grabbed one end and Minho grabbed the other and together they carried it onto the patio.

Teresa's summer house was impressive. It was two stories; the bottom floor had a large living and dining area along with lots of secret rooms, and if you went up the stairs the second floor was almost a penthouse. There were multiple bedrooms opening out onto a large balcony which had an excellent view of the sea and behind was a small metal ladder which led up onto the roof.

Minho stood on the patio staring out across the beach, watching the last of the surfers riding the waves and the small barbecues being lit on the sand by the tourists who had decided to stay for dinner by the sea.

"Hey!" Teresa snapped her fingers in front of his face.
She had dragged a large open-topped barrel out onto the patio which she set by the doors.

"Min, are you sure you're okay?" she asked him, looking up slightly worriedly.
"Yeah," he insisted. He took a deep breath and shook himself slightly before nodding "Yeah I'm okay."

Together they filled the barrel with ice from the cellar, and brought out some bottled drinks from the fridge onto the table.

"Now for the fun part," Minho grinned, grabbing a large plastic tub "the alcohol!"

He scooped ice in and then emptied several bottles of booze into the container, along with packets of sweets and energy drinks.

"Wow!" Thomas appeared around the doorway "Thats-"

"Tom! Hey!" Teresa ran to hug him, and then looked in the shopping bag he was carrying.

Cans of Pepsi, Sprite and Fanta were added to the pile on the table and they were just laying out cups when the doorbell rang.