Wilson James Taylor
"Boys, please!" Mrs.Prescott shouted at Wes and I in the kitchen.
Colby played Reggae music as we smoked his weed one afternoon.
Their father, Mr.Prescott walked in and dropped his luggage on the floor.
"What's this?" He asked, flailing his arms.
"Sorry, it was me," Colby took the blame like usual.
"Yeah, we know," their mother snarled, unpacking groceries.
I jumped off the island and choked, hiding the joint behind my back.
"Wilson, you're far too good of a boy to be with these two. How's school?" She talked.
"School's good," I told the truth.
"Still following in your old man's footsteps? He designed this house, you know?" Doctor Prescott said.
How could I forget when he literally tells me every time I come over?
I nodded. "I don't know, yet."
"Well you need to. Life passes you by fast and as soon as school's over you'll need a job - a career! Don't be like these two dummies."
Wes dropped his head with shame.
"Mother, Sir," he said timid.
I gave my best friend an encouraging nudge.
He swallowed hard to say, "My birthday's today. I'm glad you made it back from your trip in time."
"Oh, is that today?" Asked Susan.
"Didn't we celebrate that last year?" George remarked, finding himself funny.
"Right," Wes sighed, fiddling his fingers. "Nevermind."
"Come on, I'll take you boys out," Colby said, waving their distant parents off.
Wes and I piled in Colby's Maserati and let him take us wherever.
After he scored us some beer and more weed, we ended up at the Beta house.
It was just Colby, Wes, and I until he invited from friends over.
We gathered around in the basement, listing to music and just bullshitting.
"Happy birthday, bro," I said to Wes.
He occupied the couch, pouting.
"Why don't my parents care about me?" He vented.
"I'll tell you why," a drunk Colby talked. "'Cause they're stuck up rich assholes who only care about the money they make. George fucking hates us, and Susan doesn't know shit about being a good fucking mother. But hey, don't cry about it like a little bitch."
"Knock knock," a girl sensually spoke, walking inside.
"Party's here!" Colby slurred his words.
The girl clung to him and they immediately started making out. She was accompanied with two friends, one blonde and the other with her short hair dyed black. They looked older and unfamiliar. The girl with the black hair looked like she did hard drugs, I stayed away from her.
"Woo!" The first girl screamed, cranking up the rock music.
"Heard it's your birthday," one talked to Wes. "Want me to make it special for you?"
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High Fidelity
Romance"Never let an old flame burn you twice" Sydney Janes was a normal teenager until she got behind the wheel one fateful night. She lost her parents in a bad crash, but found Tony Becker - Hollywood's infamous troublemaker. Seeing she was only a kid wh...
