It All Started With A Fake Boob

Chapter 8

A/N: This chapter is also told from Florence's point of view :) enjoy! Btw, three characters in this story say queer and faggot a lot. Please don't take offense to this, as we are not aiming to insult anyone in any way, it's just our gay friend says them a lot and we thought it would be funny. If it offends anyone, please say so and I will remove them :)

The music coming from Mel's house was loud that it actually shook the street, vibrating through the ground and rattling the car a little as we drove nearer to her house, Damon behind the wheel. Freddie, Beam and I were all piled in the backseat, gazing over Damon and Roy's shoulders with wide eyes, expecting almost the worst.

When Damon finally turned the corner to Mel's house, I could feel my heart practically stop. From the stories Nate had told me, this place was exactly how he described it. I watched a group of stoners doing a complete rendition of 'It's Raining Men' as Damon parked the car, his hand still hovering over the brake as he stopped.

Roy put a wide smile on his face, turning to us in the backseat and crowing, "Are you ready to par-tay?!" His eyebrows furrowed when Freddie, Beam and I all shook our heads in fear. "What, why? You were all pumped for this!"

"Notice the word 'were'," Freddie told him with a shaky voice, continuing the head movement. "I'm beginning to think this wasn't such a good idea."

Roy scoffed. "Don't worry about it. Really! Damon and I will be there, there's tons of hot chics, let's just go in and have a good time!" I bristled at the 'hot chics' comment, but found myself being pushed out of the car by an insistent Beam, and we both nearly tripped when we exited the vehicle.

After locking the car, Damon and Roy walked ahead of us, chattering loudly about something, and I heard amongst their words Damon complaining, "I hope my car doesn't get stolen," and I walked along with Beam and Freddie, my pinkie linked with Beam's.

Maybe, for the first time, we were in way over our heads. I didn't want to get grounded like the time nate did after he staggered home from one of Mel's parties with a lampshade on his head. However, Damon and Roy seemed so excited... I decided it was my duty as their friend to tag along and have a good time.

That didn't stop me from glaring at the back of Roy's head.

The dancing stoners had moved from 'It's Raining Men' to 'This Time For Africa', singing loudly from where they danced on the front lawn. A couple was making out on the grass near the footpath, and some slightly tipsy girls were by the driveway, chattering.

We stopped on the front walk when the front door of Mel's house smashed open, and a guy with very dark skin, a black afro and glasses appeared. He removed his glasses, leaned back and roared up at the sky like Chewbacca, shrieking, "I am not in your son!"

He put his glasses back on and bounded down the stairs, running toward us in a strange fashion. It involved him leaning back with his arms stiff by his hands. In the doorway behind him appeared two others kids; one was a shirt girl with bright blonde and red hair and the guy next to her literally towered over her and wore an Adventure Time shirt.

"Of course he would do this!" the guy exclaimed, clapping a hand to his forehead while the girl laughed, saying, "Marcus, you queer!" Witht that, the two trudged toward us as 'Marcus' rushed at me, leaping at me and wrapping his arms and legs around me like a koala.

With the way he acted, the look in his eyes and, I hate to admit it, the smell of his breath, this guy was not stoned or drunk. He was simply... crazy. He frowned up at me, snapping, "Who're you!?" He shook his head before I could reply, bellowing, "I'm Marcus! Those faggots back there are Emilie Autumn and Lil' Wayne!"