Young Volcanoes

Imagine knowing me...it's the greatest thing that's yet to of happened

December 25

I almost had a panic attack when I saw my hair. Then I remember Gerard dying and cutting it. My head is spinning trying to process the events of today, so let me start from last night:

Brendon got drunk as heck as his Christmas gift. I drank until Ryan said no more; which was of course, after Ryan himself got drunk. Mikey, the not so innocent, took out weed and we smoked it.

"I'm so high, right now." I giggle. I'd never gotten high before. The first thing I declared was that we need to gather in a circle like I'd seen on That 70s Show.

"Honey," Gerard said, "We all are."
"And it's called stoned, Dummy." Dallon says. I keep forgetting he's here.

"Shut UP, Dall." Brendon yells. "God- ... darn it." He looks over at me. I didn't like cussing, so he never did, a lot...around me. Only when he remembers....

"It's okay." I say, "He's a dill hole." A chorus of "ohhh"s went around the table. Ryan patted me on the back. "Nice one"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm hungry. Who's going to get snacks?"

"We can order cheese burgers." Gerard says. Spencer was eating cheeseburgers....

"Um..." Everyone looks at me. "Okay." So we order cheeseburgers to be delivered (We had to give 'em some extra cash, but it was worth it.) The doorbell rang and I went to answer it.

"We wish you a Merry Christmas." The carolers began. I slammed the door. "It wasn't the burgers!"

Dallon gave me a high five. "That should have been on the list."

"What?" I ask, totally oblivious to what I did.

"Slamming the door in carolers faces." He laughs so hard he clutches his stomach.

"Oh."

Dallon and I grab some sodas, chips and ice cream and make our way back to the circle. The food comes, we give the guy some weed to keep quiet and as a tip, and start to eat.

"Yo." Brendon says. "We're out of sodas."

"Then go get some more, butthole." Mikey says.

"MIKEY!" We all scream at him.

"What?....What?"
"Here," Dallon hands Ryan $50, "Go get some good stuff." He winked at him and Ryan blinked nervously.

"Okay."

"You takin' Brendon?" Gerard asks.

Ryan and Brendon share a look. "Actually, Alex, you wanna come?"

"Me?" I say with a cheeseburger in my mouth. Everyone laughs. "Um...sure."

I swallow my burger, and stand up. I dust off my butt, "Let's go."

Ryan's car is as small as he is.

It smells like Brendon and Ryan mixed together. Like "The Best Friends" collection. Only at Macy's.

"What's going on with you and Brendon?" I ask.
"Nothing, he prob-"

"Ryan." He looks at me a split second. "Tell me the truth."

Ryan sighed. "It's nothing."

It was my turn to sigh. "Fine."

We walk into Target, he goes for snacks after insisting I get the alcohol.

"Are you kidding me?" I whisper screamed. "I'm underage." By only a year, but, underage none-the- less.

"Not so loud." He hissed. "You don't want people to think I'm trying to rape you or something."
"Sorry."