The Catfish Chronicles

Prologue and drugs

~Him~
I stared into the shit green pond under the bridge I was currently dangling my feet off of. You see, it would've been considered pretty to anyone else, but in my position, not so much. You could see strait into the shallow abyss past the toilet water and into the dull black eyes of Becky the catfish. And why I was I staring into the shiny little black orbs of Becky you may ask? Because I'm in shock. Why shock you may ask? Because Becky, the black catfish, just gobbled down my girlfriends engagement ring. The very engagement ring I was just a few minutes ago, planning to propose to my girlfriend with. The same girlfriend who is supposed to meet me here, at this very shit green pond, in 5 minutes. The same girlfriend that apparently got here early, because that girl just so happens to be pulling up into the parking space right next to the shit green pond that holds Becky who holds my ring. The girlfriend I've fallen head over heels for in the 3 years I've known her. And that's when I dive into the pond.

~the beginning~
~her~
Parties, no matter how much trouble I always seem to get in, have never really been my thing. How I ended up throwing one at my house was irreverent to the situation. I walked to through the halls, seeing all of the preppy people I didn't invite, but for some reason decided to show up as soon as they heard of my "get together." And I walked straight past them into the bathroom, because, once again, I don't like parties. But in the bathroom, there was not only a guy, but a bottle of pills, and me being a person who can tell easily what is right and what is wrong, I could definitelyugs say that this is very, very wrong, considering that a.), no drugs at my party and b.), Nick James would never, ever be invited to my party. ever. So of course I have the options of either a.), dragging him by the ear the hell out of my house, b.), kicking his ass, then dragging him out of my house, and c.), leaving him alone and letting his stoner-ness spread around like herpes. And I decide to pick letter b, because once again, Nick James, out of all of the people at this god forsaken party, is my least favorite. And he has drugs. So that's how I end up walking into the bathroom with my fist pulled back, right before I notice the tear streaked, stupidly surprised face of Nick James. "The bathroom's taken," he mumbles, looking away from my face which pisses me off more than it probably should, due to the fact that I happen to be very, very sensitive in most situations. Just not when there are drugs in my fucking house. "What in the holy hell are you doing with DRUGS IN MY HOUSE you INBRED SACK OF HORSE SHIT," I say not as nicely as intended, but hey, it got the intention across. He had a deer in headlights look, but I wasn't buying it. "They aren't drugs, I wouldn't... I swear I wasn't... They aren't drugs." His vice stuttered, and he swayed a bit before nearly hitting the floor, only stopping himself by putting his hands on my sink, but not without the pills hitting the ground and gracefully scattering all over the place.He wasn't acting like the normal cocky son a bitch he is. And he certainly wasn't acting sober, either. I grab the bottle up from the floor as he mumbles a protest. I look at the name on the label, and it says melatonin, 5mgs. A sleep aid.