Positive (UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION CAUSE IT SUCKS)

Chapter 2----Partying With Symptoms

Tony and Mark walked over to the house around nine o'clock. They already could hear the loud music, and screams of fun. They could also feel the beat of the music on the ground if they tried hard enough. 

"Dude, does your mother even know these things about you? That you drink, smoke, partying?" Mark asked.

Tony nodded. "She said as long as my grades aren't affected, she doesn't care." They walked through the door. The blast of Footloose was on. "Recon they already spiced the drink?" He had to yell enough for Mark to hear him. 

He laughed. "Maybe! It'd be even more fun!" 

Tony rolled his eyes, and picked up a cold beer from the ice chest and passed it to Mark, grabbing one for himself, he accidentally bumped into somebody. Not that it was anything new. House parties always meant that it would probably be over crowded. 

Turns out he bumped into Linda. "Hey, Linda!" He half-shouted.

"So, the guy that doesn't like noise...your at a very noise party!" She had a short skirt, and a shirt that went down to only half her stomach, revealing a gem piercing. It was a crocheted shirt and the ones that have big stitches. It showed a black bra.

Tony half shrugged. "This is a good kind of noise!" He opened his beer, and took her into the living room to dance. She was either drunk or was just about to be. "Nice party! Happy birthday by the way!"

Linda laughed. "Thanks! Thought I was never going to get the house to myself!" She jumped up and down and flung her curly blond hair. 

Tony danced and drank. Soon, Linda took it from him, and almost down the rest of it. "Know how'da guzzle?"

Tony chuckled, and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. "I'm the master at strong drinks!"

Linda laughed loudly. "I wanna see it! No spitting it out!"

Tony smirked, backing up, until he hit the table. He nearly fell over. 'Not drunk yet. I only had one unopened beer.' He got on the table, and got everybody's attention. "Bet nobody can guzzle whiskey!"

Soon, they were all encouraging him to go for it. Tony smiled, and opened the bottle. He lifted it to his lips. 'Here we go...' He hung his head back and starting guzzling. Almost instantly, he thought he was gonna choke. 'Take it easy. Show everybody how good you are....' When he was sure he couldn't take it any more, he very slowly, put his head back down, and swallowed it. He put the bottle up, so everyone could see. They all cheered.

Even Linda who got up on the table beside him and pulled him in for a wet kiss. Tony was a millisecond away from pushing her away, but then he remembered that he needed this for that Black Russian drink. He let her tongue sweep him for as long as he could take it. 

Mark smirked. 'Thatta boy.' He thought to himself. Everybody at the school's gonna be shocked.

He gently pushed her away and hoped off the table. He felt a sharp pain just above his stomach, and he calmly walked into the bathroom without trying to wince. When he was safely away from everybody, he leaned on the sink, and grunted in pain. These pains were starting to come more frequently now. This was the fourth one this week! 

'I'm not getting sick. No way in hell. I can hold my liqueur. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked pale. Which was weird because he's had a couple drinks, and he should have been at least pink. 

But pale. He tried not to scream as an intense pain took over to where he almost couldn't breath. 'Fuck! Shit...' It didn't exactly go away, but it toned down to where he could breath and walk again. He took a deep breath, unlocked the door, and walked out.

"Holy shit dude! Was she good? Was she a good kisser? Oh, just wait until everyone hears about this!" Mark was babbling. 

Tony jumped. "How long were you there?"

"Here or over there?" He asked, indicating where the living room was.

"Here." Tony answered.

Mark shrugged. "For about 10 minutes. I tried calling your name, but you didn't hear me."

Tony nodded. The music was still very loud. He down the whiskey once more. Now the bottle was only half-full. "I need a stronger drink. That was just...creepy."

Mark looked confused. "You mean she was a bad kisser?"

Tony wanted to say something but then shook his head. He needed to get outta here. He pushed passed Mark and by the door. Grabbing four bottles of whiskey.

"Leaving so soon?" Linda's voice was just an inch from his ear. "Come on...I wasn't that bad. And it is my birthday..."

Tony sighed, and put on his fake smile. "Sorry, birthday girl. I gotta go. Mom's rule and everything."

She put his arms around his neck and put her body close to his. "Screw your mom. What she gonna do? "

The sharp pain came back, and Tony inhaled sharply. "Sorry, but I need to go." He shoved her out of the way, and, taking the bottles with him, walked out the door.

"Well fine, you self-absorbent bastered!" She screamed, and slammed the door. He walked until he felt as if he was safely away from the house to where he could no longer hear the music. He plopped down. He felt as if he was going to be sick. He laid on the grass until the pain subsisted. He would need to tell his mother that he was still having these pains. He got the bottle of whiskey, and drank the rest it. After he was done, he lit up a cigarette and smoked on the walk to the house. 

By the time he was there, he checked on the time, looking at his watch and found that it was almost three o'clock in the morning. "Fuck. She's gonna kill me." He mumbled to himself. He quietly opened the door. It was unlocked. She probably knew he was at a party. 

He quietly shut the door, and walked into the kitchen. There was a plate of food that was left to him. He felt warmth that had nothing to do with the drinks. He still loved the fact that he had a mother like her. It was the little things like this that he was grateful for.  He went into his room to put the bottles under his bed, and went to eat dinner.

It was quiet in the house, and the food was very good. To Tony, there was nothing like homemade mashed potatoes, in hot gravy (he heated the plate up first)

As he was eating, it occurred to him that he hasn't told his mother about his sexuality yet. It's not like she was stupid or anything. Tony thought she could figure it out for herself. 

He doesn't just give away information like Mark.