Teenage Messes

Alcoholic

One shot,
Two shots,
Three shots,
Four,
Drowning the whole bottle till there's no more.

Fives shots,
Six shots,
Seven shots,
Eight,
Two bottles gone bit it's not to late.

Nine shots,
Ten shots,
Eleven shots,
Twelve,
Druck and passed out. No more bottles now.

I clean every bottle of alcohol I can find apon Ace's room. After an hour of turning his room upside down and fixing it in a better way, I've come to the conclusion that my best friend, Ace, is an Alcoholic.

No best friend should ever, and I mean EVER, find 24 bottles of alcohol is their best friend's room. 15 were empty, which is a very bad sign, but still, where is he getting all this alcohol from?

I wanted to wake him and ask but he had a long week. We both did, while I should be getting more sleep, here I am making sure my best friend lives. Ive got to make this month worth it. After getting rid of the bottles, I find Ace hanging out his window with a cigarette in his hand. He takes a long drag of it before exhaling. I see his back muscles flex making his broken angel wings tattoo move, he exhales. I see his eyes are low, suggesting he's still tired and hear his stomach growl of hungry.

"When's the last time you ate?"

"Don't remember." His voice is horsy and husky, sounding very sexy and evil all together. "Where's my alcohol at Ren?"

"Gone, it was all gonna kill you."

"All if it?"

"Yes."

He turn to me, quickly, his eyes searching for remorse and lies.

"How could you?!" His voice rises, he's upset. I know he would be. I brush of his question.

"What do you want to eat? I'll cook or we could go out."

"Don't brush off my question Ren!!"

"Don't yell at me!" He's quite now and his angry face falls, realizing what he done.

"I'm sorry....let's just go out to eat. IHOP?"

"Yeah, but I need to borrow some clothes and can we stop by my place for some?"

"Yeah we can."

I stay in the clothes he gave me and we hop in his car, a black Bentley. He's dressed in dark jeans and navy blue t-shirt with his leather jacket.

"Only you could pull off a leather jacket inside a Bentley."

"Thanks baby, thanks."

He smiles and I like his smile. Its genuine, real, and heartwarming. With white teeth and one crocket tooth, its shows he not as perfect as everyone makes him at to be.

Once we reach my house, I run to my room, hoping not to wake my parents, grab a month worth's of clothes, change into blue skinnys, a floral tube top, a jean jacket and some beat up convers, grab my wallet and head out the door back into Ace's car.

"That was quick."

"You said make it quick."

He laughs and I love his laugh. Its boyish, charming, and honest. Perfectly acceptable with his personality.

The car rides silent but I have to break it. "Why so many bottles?"

"15 is not a lot."

"No, but 24 is. 15 were empty."

"So I forgot to throw them away, won't happen again."

"You won't be drinking again. Not for awhile."

The car stops fast, and he turns to look at me with a death glear. Fire in his eyes, warning me not to go there.

"You don't control me," He growls.

"No but you do owe me one," I bite back. "So how about not drinking for awhile?"

He sighs and realizes where in the middle of the street. He starts the car up and starts driving. "Fine, but cigarettes are a must, got it?"

"Yip!" I'm pleased with myself and ready to eat.

We pull into IHOP and before we enter, I tell him straight up, "you're an alcoholic Ace Mendez."

"And Miss Ren Nelson?"

"Nothing at all Peterpan, noting at all."

Song for this chapter is Dr.Drea "I Need A Doctor"