Fly ∆way Girl

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|EVERY BRE∆KING W∆VE|

"Hey Harley, your parents have some pretty decent stuff!" Larson yelled from the kitchen. I was watching him dig in my parents liquor cabinet from the living room couch.

"Who cares? We can't drink it anyway!" I yelled back.

He emerged from the cabinet with two bottles of Vodka in his hands.

"Who says we can't? Come on Harley, let's have a little fun.." He made his way across the living room, stopping in front of me. "Pick whichever one you want." He said, flashing me his most taunting smile.

I stared up at him. "Larson..."

"Harley.." His smile grew even bigger as if he knew the affect it had on me.

"You do realize we're ghosts right?" I asked, questioning his sanity.

"Yes, exactly. Ghosts can do whatever they want.. There's no drinking age when you're dead." Again with the morbid jokes I see...

He extended one of the bottles to me, but I pushed it back to him. "That's not the point.." I said.

"What do you mean?" He asked, sitting down next to me. "There's no point for anything anymore. If we're gonna be dead, we may as well enjoy it.." Larson nudged my arm playfully.

"I just want to think right now... We won't find answers trying to get drunk." I said, rejecting him once more.

"Wonder if it helps?" He offered.

I raised my eyebrows at him, but didn't ask for clarification.

I could almost see the gears churning in his head. "Yeah, wonder if it makes us have more memories or something?" A sly half smile crept across his face this time because he knew that his next line would convince me. "Memories mean answers.."

I stared at him for a moment, then got lost in the depth of his sapphire eyes. "Fine, I'll try it once." I said, taking a bottle from his grasp.

His smile finally faded when the bottle was pressed to his lips.

I copied his actions, only half sure that the liquid wouldn't run straight through my ghost body.

It didn't. It was weird drinking something again, like it wasn't me doing it. I thought I would be able to feel the liquid coursing down my dry throat, but I didn't.

It made my head cloudy almost immediately. I struggled to stay conscious. I fought the dark cloud in my brain. Unconscious meant back to the darkness, and I can't handle that right now.

Larson was fine though. He still chugged the liquid like water. His bottle was over half finished, whereas mine was maybe a quarter empty.

He noticed my look of admiration. "I partied a lot in highschool, guess my spirit still has it too." He smirked jokingly.

I thought I was a partier too, but obviously not as active as Larson. "Come on, let's go somewhere." He said, standing in front of me.

I stood too, wobbling at first before his arm steadied me. "Where too?"

"Wherever you want." He said, leading me through the front door.

He took my hand in his, "Take us where you want to go."

I attempted to do the thing where I think about a place, then I suddenly end up there, but I didn't quite make it. I spiraled down into the darkness instead. Larson was no longer by my side.

I was there, floating in the darkness for I don't know how long. Maybe minutes, hours, days...it's all the same in this place anyway.

Then, I saw something, like a dream maybe, but it was familiar to me. I recognized this place, but I couldn't remember how to get to it, or when I was there.