penpal

nine - spyke

WARNING - alcohol and drug use

i look around me. i see a basement with cold cement walls, green and white tiled floors, and all sort of odds and ends pushed up onto shelves and corners. big plastic boxes filled with what i assumed were decorations were stacked by the entrance. a big freezer is next to us. there are bean bags everywhere. i just follow debby and jennas lead. tyler and her keep exchanging glances. debby is texting some guy named bryce... josh and debby were destined not to last. man, i could really use some alcohol right now. josh and tyler do their little emo christian thing, playing this song called "red" or something, honestly i don't care. i try to listen to this garbage.

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once they're done with their crap, i approach josh.
"do... do you want to hang out?" i ask.
"uh," he looks back at tyler, who is laughing with jenna. he turns his head to the couch, debby smiling at her cell phone. "sure! let's go to my house."
"oh, i know somewhere better." i lead him out the door, and run to the joint. it's where me and all my friends hang out. he finally catches up to me, out of breath.
"dude, that was like, two miles." he looks around him. "where are we and why are we downtown? this place looks sketchy..." he says, still panting.
"the joint. this place is really fun. c'mon!" i grab his tee and drag him to the back entrance.
"hey bear!" i say to the bouncer. he is huge compared to us, and his head is shiny and bald. he smiles and let's us in. muffled club music slowly becomes clear.
"no hardcore drugs tonight, ok spyke?" he calls after us. josh whips his head around.
"what. did. he. just. say." he looks back at bear with concerning eyes.
"he's just playing." i yell over the music. "relax! have some fun!" josh sticks out in this place like a fly in milk. i see raven and the rest of our group. i also see shot glasses. lots.
"COME ON JOSH" i drag him out of the mosh pit. "this is raven, rocky, scar, urie, and dottie." i introduce him. "guys, this is josh." they scan him.
"s, isn't this the christian emo? the one who drums?" i nod my head.
"drink?" the waitress asks. we all grab one shot except josh. we down it. dottie winces.
"too strong! acK!"
"stev-o! can we get this newbie an ice tea? long island?" he whips together the drink. i hand the alcohol to josh.
"you want to try? it tastes really good!"
"uh..." josh stumbles. "what is it?"
"long island ice tea."
"is it..."
"yes it has alcohol." i say laughing. he's like a baby.
"cmon josh! it's a great first drink." raven yells as the dj turns up the music. josh eyes the drink in his hand, and presses his lips to the thin straw. he sucks up the tiniest bit and coughs.
"GAK WHAT IS THAT?" he takes another sip. and then another.
"ok... ok... i'm kindof used to it now. it really burns though. maybe i shouldn't have any more."
"but you just started!" urie yells, pushing him playfully. i roll my eyes. urie's always has the hots for cute innocent boys. he pulls some weed out of his back pocket, and takes out a napkin, and rolls a blunt. he hands each of us some.
"you want some josh?" he extends his hand out.
"no! look spyke, ill finish this drink and pay you back, but then i'm leaving." he exclaims, head turning red.
"okay. that's fine. i'm staying though." i say as i puff out my smoke.
"fine. ill call a taxi cab."

AUTHOR
what??? josh drank??? sorry if this was a trigger??? my grandpa is an alcoholic but honestly i don't care anymore. he can drink his life away! whoa this got really personal :)
:) happy halloween