Too Much, Too Soon

Three

*Billie's P.O.V.*
"Hey, where did they go?" Mike turned to me and drew the joint away from his lips to reply incoherently, "I don't know. They're having a blast somewhere." I set the bottle in my hand down on the floor and rose from the couch; as I stood, I had to pause as I attempted to steady myself and regain balance. I didn't think I had that much to drink but my eye sight and the way I was walking said otherwise. Once I felt I could walk and not excessively stagger, I made my way out of the garage.

"Hey! You're in that band I saw at Gilman, right?" I turned around to see a girl, maybe 20, with dark, unnaturally red colored hair talking to me; I didn't recognize her. "Uh yeah probably. We play there a lot." She smiled, "well you guys are good. The drummer is hot." I laughed, "Trè...that's his name, would agree with you. Listen do you know where Spencer is?" She smiled, "yeah, I saw him with some girl go outside in the back maybe 15 minutes ago." I quickly answered, "thank you. See you." I turned around and headed to the back door.

As soon as I placed my hand on the door knob, a hand hit my shoulder. "Billie! Long time no see," I turned around to see a guy named Mark; he looked like a stereotypical 'rebellious badass;' leather, nose ring, spiked, colored hair and a small scar from a fight right under his eye. "Hey, how are you?" On the outside I was cordial but on the inside, I wanted to scream that I didn't have time for fucking small talk. "I'm good, I'm good. How are you and the other two shitbags?" "I'm fine. I don't mean to be rude, but I've got to check on someone. I'll talk to you later." Without letting him reply, I opened the door and went outside.

It was dark; pitch black darkness engulfed the surroundings of the home. The only light was from inside shining out onto the lawn; it didn't stretch far enough for anyone to see a long way. I slowly started to walk around, looking for Spencer and whoever he was with; I assumed it was Her.

"Spencer?" He was laying on top of some girl. His one hand was on her hip and her hands were running through his hair. I knew it was him; he was the only one wearing an ugly ass neon orange t-shirt on the face of the earth tonight. I also had my speculations who the girl was.

He turned over onto his side and looked at me, "I'm kind of in the middle of something so if you could just fuck off." That pissed me off; I grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked hard, sending him to the side on the grass. "What did you do that for?" "I need to talk to you." He stood up, barely I might add. "Why?" "I was going to ask you where Hailee was but I've already found her."

He smirked, "she's a good kisser. I'm better than you; she deserves me." I grabbed the collar of his shirt, "you're a lousy piece of shit." He laughed, "I'll fight you. And you're calling me a lousy piece of shit when you're the burnout here; the dropout." "At least I'm not taking advantage of people." He wiggled free from my grasp, "you know what loser, go smoke pot at some other party. Get out of here. If I see you here again tonight or any other time, I'll call the cops for trespassing." He stormed--well attempted at it--off into the house.

Already on her feet, she tried to walk but began to fall over; I caught her. She giggled, "thank you sooooooo much. I loveee youuuu!" I couldn't help but laugh, "oh god how much did you drink?" She held out both of her hands and started counting on her fingers, "not much; I'm sober! Tequila and vodka aren't alcoholic. I had," she paused to think," ...seven plus two...that's five plus that one...no two. No definitely one and.. that thing that tasted weird but it was yummy. That's four, four total drinks. That's not much." She giggled again. "Holy fuck I need to watch you," I said as wrapped my arm around her so she could walk; she was staggering pretty bad.

I led her through the house; I tried to make her walk without too much of my assistance so we wouldn't draw attention to ourselves--not that we needed the distraction since the majority either had their tongues down each other's throats or they were already fucked. She pulled open the front door and nearly fell back; I put my hand against her back and closed the door behind me. She started to laugh. "What's so funny?" She just kept laughing. "Oh my god, are you stoned too?" I looked at her eyes, they were red, glazed over and she was blinking excessively; I couldn't tell if that was just alcohol working. She nodded her head, "I could be or I couldn't be, you'll never know." She fell over whilst laughing. "Oh hell, come here," I said as I bent over to pick her up. As I placed my one arm around her waist and the other under the her bent knees, she began to rest her head in crook of my neck.

"You smell really goooddddd!" She kissed my neck as I started down the stairs. I laughed and replied, "thanks." She leaned back and looked into my eyes, "you're the one that's stoned! Let me drive." "One, I can obviously handle any substance better than you and two, you are not driving. No." She put her head back on my shoulder as I got down the last step. "I can walk now." I laughed and set her down," alrighty then." She stood and nearly fell over once more. I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me, "are you sure you can walk?" She defiantly nodded her head. "Okay, come on, the car's not far." We walked, well I sorta did and she swayed, to Trè's car.

As I drew open the door to his car and stood aside so she could get in, she started kissing me. I kissed her back and put my arms around her. As we stood there she started to run her hand down the front of me, stopping at the end of my shirt and then she began tugging on it. I pulled away, "hey, no we can't do that." She replied, her voice full of defeat yet still lustful, "whyyyyyyy?!" She kissed my neck and I gently pushed her off. "I am not doing anything while your like this. I feel like I would be taking advantage of you. And I'm not in the best of condition so no. I want to, but I can't." She stepped into the car, "fine, whatever I should've stayed with Spencer."

I entered the car and closed the door, "what do you mean?" She crossed her arms and looked out the window, "I don't know. He just wanted to do somethings and you don't so he seems like more fun to me." I was confused, "let's talk about this later please. You're confusing me and I want to do everything with you. I do. Just, I am not going to when you are like the way you now are." She sighed and turned back to looking out the window.

After a few moments, the driver's door opened and Mike climbed in the seat. "I am driving; Trè told me to." As soon as he said that, Trè climbed in the passenger's side and the door near me swung open. I scooted over so Ashley could sit. Mike started the car and headed home.

The car abruptly stopped in the driveway, "sorry, I didn't mean to hit the breaks that hard." "It's alright," I assured him as I filed out of the car after Ashley. I waited for the last occupant of the car to get out.

She grabbed my hand, "come on let's go inside I'm tired." She seemed to have forgotten the conversation we had 20 minutes prior. We made our way inside; everyone had already dissipated.

I pushed the door open to our bedroom for her and we kicked off our shoes. I empty the contents of my pockets onto the dresser: she immediately plopped onto the bed; not even making an attempt at undressing. "Good god my head hurts. I am an idiot," her words were slurred still. I laughed, turned off the light and crawled in bed next to her. "You're not an idiot and your head won't hurt forever." She mumbled, "yeah, yeah I know," as she drifted off to sleep.