I Miss You (kellic)

Fast Times at Clairemont High

I got home from Kellin's at around 7, the time completely escaping us. Mike was laying on the couch smoking a cigarette and watching MTV. I gave him a weird look but continued upstairs anyways, I wasn't his mother.

Speaking of mothers, I needed to check up on Mama; after all, she's been through just as much shit as the rest of us. Just as I reach the top of the stair case I look back down to see if she was in her room. But, much to my surprise, her room was empty. That's not good. Of coarse my stupid fucking paranoid brain jumps straight to the worst conclusions.

"Mike?" I yell quickly walking down to the living room.

"What," he spat, cigarette bouncing in between his lips.

"Where's Mama?" I ask.

He paused the TV and looked up at me, "The fuck if I know."

"Mike," I say firmly. I wasn't in the mood for his shit.

He lets out a long, exasperated groan, "She just went out with some friends. Stop getting so freaked out."

But I couldn't. I wasn't myself. I never really am, but the paranoia takes over. A little like my depression, but more energetic. However, I tended to be more irrational when in panic mode. I wasn't to that point yet, but I felt myself getting there quickly. Shit. Paranoia had an interesting way of making my lungs full with sand; adding to the fact that my heart was racing at 100 miles an hour. My hands would shake violently, as well.

"Dude, it's fine. She's fine," Mike says taking a drag. The smoke billows out in front of him in a circular motion. It stung my eyes a little, but that didn't stop my mind tracing right back to the heroin.

"Y-you deal heroin," I stutter. It was more of a question than a statement.

His eyes went wide for a few seconds before he turned away from me, "Why would you think that?"

Oh..playing dumb now are we?

"Kellin said you do. He told me that you deal it to him," I say gaining back a little more confidence. It was just Mike, after all.

"What the fuck!" He screams, jamming the cigarette butt into the couch furiously, "Whatta nark."

"Do you do.." I cleared my throat trying to avoid my inconvenient stutter, "heroin too?"

He bursted out laughing,"Of coarse not. And it's not heroin, Vic. It's steroids."

I cocked my head to the side, completely lost, "But Kellin said-"

He interrupts me, "He can call it whatever he wants, but it's steroids. I deal them mostly just to athletes. I especially sell it with basketball season coming around the corner; you know, when they wanna 'bulk up'." He flashes me a cheeky grin.

"But he got kicked off of the team, remember?" I ask rudely. Although I was relieved that Kellin wasn't doing heroin, I was still a little pissed off at Mike for selling him steroids. They were both so immature and stupid, jesus fucking christ.

"Did you ever stop to think about the consequences of your actions?" I ask him.

He shrugs and un-pauses the TV as if I wasn't even talking to him.

I snatch the remote out of his hands and threw it on the love seat nearby.

"Hey what the fuck man?!" He complains trying to reach the remote from where he was currently laying.

I rolled my eyes, "I think you'll be okay for a few minutes without your precious Jersey Shore."

He scoffed, "Excuse me, it's 16 and Pregnant thank you very much."