Creep

Chapter Thirteen

We'll float around and hang out on clouds. Then we'll come down and have a hangover...Have a hangover~ Nirvana

*Ethan's act*

Place: The bus stop

"Hey Birdie!" Ethan slapped her a five.

"Sup Diane!" She gave her a fist bump.

So those are their names...

I liked seeing Ethan's attempt of being girly; her tripping over her heels, and struggling with a high voice.

"Hey..." Replied Birdie, slightly confused.

Ethan stuck a green stick of gum into her mouth and with a higher pitch announced, "Party at my house tonight! My parents are going to be working all night!"

"Really?" Questioned Diane.

"Yup, and the whole junior class is invited."

She bent backward and whispered in my ear, "I'd like to see you there too."

After a small meeting amongst the two, they spoke in sync, "We'll be there."

When the bus came and we got on, Ethan was invited to sit with Diane and Birdie, and of course she accepted the offer. As for me I sat in my normal seat to catch up on sleep.

I didn't fully fall asleep but I dozed off for a few minutes. I subconsciously thought about Ethan's party. Her place was filled with people; girls in short tops and tight jeans, and guys in name brand hoodies. Red solo cups in hand, and people getting drunk at the scene.

That's exactly how it looked when I walked in for real. I was already extremely tense; it being my first ever party and all, but the crowd was nerve wrecking.

As I walked through all the people searching for Ethan, I got bumped into by just about everyone. There was like no room and everybody was dancing to this awful club music.

Finally I spotted her. As I approached Ethan, she was flirting with three guys (one of them being Gerard, making it easier on him with filming and stuff) and had two drinks in her hands. She was getting better and better at becoming her character. Or maybe it was the alcohol.

Ethan soon got up and staggered right by me, almost tripping over herself.

I haven't seen anyone this drunk since my dad, and that scared me. I mean being drunk is a scary thing. It could unleash some beast that someone's been holding back for a long time. It could reveal anger or sadness within the person. It could bring over them permanent sickness, especially when drinking under age.

I could help her. But what if she hits me? Her brain is all screwed up, right? She could beat me to a pulp, she is incredibly strong. She could admit that she actually hates me, or that her life isn't as perfect as she claimed it to be. She could harass me until I bleed, or passed out like what happened to my mom. I could become anemic due to blood lost and have to get transfusions monthly. I'm horrified of needles. The needle could be stabbed into me by a drunk doctor. My arm could swell up along with the rest of my body. When finally my throat will thicken until I can no longer breathe. Oh jeez...

That's all stuff that could happen, but Ethan needed my help. So I was going to give it to her.

I shuffled up her spiral staircase, following her into the bathroom. When she walked in, she tripped over the light yellow rug and hit her face onto the sink, causing her nose to bleed.

"Ethan, are you alright?!"

"Yeah, knuckle head! Why would you ask me such a thing?" She giggled.

I would explain it to her, but she was drunk as anything and I was frightened out of my mind.