Ecstasy

Johnson

I wake in a hospital with absolutely no memory of how I got here and when it is.
So, I do the most logical thing there is to do.
I scream.
"AHHHHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?! WHERE I AM I?! AHHHHHHH!" Then, a hand is on me, and I start to scream more. A thousand thoughts rush through my mind, but only the childish ones make it to the surface.
It's Slenderman!
It's Thinman!
It's Trenchling!
It's Jeff the Killer!
I don't know why I only think of the Creepypasta explanations, but that's that. 24.
"Jack! Calm down! It's me, your dad!"
Well, that did it. I stop screaming all at once, and I stop struggling, and I look at my father.
"Huh?" I say.
My dad laughs, then starts telling me all about how I got here. I put my hands to my face to hide myself. I am ashamed, because I would never want to do drugs like LSD and Ecstasy.
"So how did I get here?" I ask, and my father is about to answer, when the door opens. I hear two low familiar voices, then the first one stops. Then the second one does too.
"JAAAAAACCCCCCKKK!" I hear someone yell, then I see Gilinsky run into the room and he jumps onto my bed. I grunt from the sudden weight, but he feels welcome there, and I put my arms around him in a 'friendly' hug. "Hi, Jack," I say, smiling, as Jack hugs me back.
"I was so worried about you! You're never going to another party again!"
I wonder why Jack is so protective of me all of a sudden, when usually he's careless and carefree. So I shrug and say, "Okay," emotionlessly.
Then I hear Sam coughing in the background, and my father is smiling with a knowing look. I smile back at them, even though I'm confused.
"I'm uh... gonna go out here. In the hall. To the vending machines. Coming, Mr. Johnson?" Says Sam, and my dad nods then he and Sam walk out of the room.
Before he leaves, Sam turns around and makes a 'v' with a fingers then puts it to his mouth, sticking his tongue in and out of it repeatedly. I don't know why, because I'm sure that can only be used for girls. But I scoff and smile anyway, gesturing for him to leave.
Once Sam is out, Jack sits back on my bed. "I'm sorry," He says.
And I say, "For what?"
And he shrugs, but I can see that something is bothering him.
"What's wrong, Jack?" I ask.
He looks up at the ceiling, fiddling with my blanket. I can distantly remember him doing the same thing to my notebook.
"I just... I thought you were gonna die tonight, Jack. You were in such bad condition... and that made me realize how much I-" His voices breaks off.
"How much you what?" I ask, realizing that I was being completely clueless. But I look at Jack, and I feel this wave of emotion, so maybe it's better if I stay clueless.
"I just- I really like you Jack, okay? And before you say 'well duh, we're friends' I mean I like you more than a friend. And I... I don't want that to ruin our relationship. I don't want us to split up Jack and Jack because I can't control my feelings, but I know that's what's gonna happen, and I understand if you want to stop beings friends-"
I cut him off. But not with words.
I cut him off with actions.
I lean forward, and I wrap my arms and round his neck then press my lips to his. He liked me?! Maybe I would be having sex tonight afterall! Probably not. I break away, quickly, because I don't know if he would actually want me to do that.
But then his lips are on mine again, a lot more fierce and hungry than last time, and for a second I'm surprised by the force, but I regain myself and kiss him back.
We stay like that for awhile, his arms around my waist and mine around his neck, kissing each other.
Then I realize something: This is really weird. We're making out in the hospital! I want to push him away, but I can't, and I realize even more how odd this is.
I am making out with my best friend, and I'm enjoying it somewhere in the back off my horny, Ecstasy ridden mind, but all I can feel right now is revulsion.
And I am not sure whether this is the worst or best day of my life.
I decide to go with worst.