Eye Drops

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Smoke filled air ran through the huge house, teenagers laughed as their poisoned blood made its way to their brain, leaving them intoxicated and impaired. Bailey stood from his spot on the couch, making his way through the crowd of strangers that filled his property. Sure, there was some familiar faces from school or just around town, but nobody who he really knew or knew him.

After wandering the packed house, Bailey found himself at the bar, approaching his closest friends, Grant and Ella.

Ella faced him, she was talking but he couldn't make out her words. He was too high to comprehend anything.

"Grant, help me get him in bed," Ella sighed, nudging her boyfriends bicep, getting his attention.

Grant chuckled at his friends state. "Come on big guy," he threw Bailey's arm around his neck and rapped his arm around the boys waist.

The three made their way upstairs, only little struggle from Bailey when he decided he could walk up on his own, only to almost fall back down the stairs but Grant caught him before he actually fell.

"Grab the key from his pocket," Grant said after finding the master bedroom locked, which is probably for the best. Ella reached down to Bailey's front left pocket on his joggers he's currently wearing.

"Whoa, watch it," Bailey mumbled at the feeling of her hands getting closer to his package then preferred.

"Here," Ella handed the key to Grant, both ignoring Bailey.

Grant unlocked the door, the room was a cleaner then most fifteen years old boys room's, you can thank the maids for that. Two walls were light grey, the other two a few shades darker, there was a nicely made up bed against the far wall, a desk covered in unfinished homework, and a gaming area.

Grant felt the weight on his shoulder grow, Bailey passed out. He quickly, fully picked Bailey up and brought him to his bed.

"Do you know what he took?" Ella questioned Grant, pulling Bailey's shirt off of him. "I saw him taking shots, playing pong, and smoking, but weed and alcohol doesn't do this to him alone. My guess PCP." Grant sighed, taking off Bailey's shoes and his joggers, leaving him in boxers so he could sleep comfortably.

"Okay, maybe he will remember when he wakes up," Ella checked the time 3:48am, "do you want to start kicking people out, while I find some aspirin to leave out for him?" Ella asked walking towards the connected bathroom.

"Yeah, sounds good," Grant agreed making his way back towards the party.

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Bailey groaned as he slowly sat up in his bed, his entire body ached from last nights decisions. A few memories came back to him but not a lot. He looked up from his spot on the bed to see Ella walking in the room.

"There's aspirin right there," Ella pointed to where she left it out for him. She made her way over to his closet to pick out his clothes, she had things to do that day and she didn't want to wait for him to get ready.

"Thanks." Bailey mumbled before moving to the edge of his bed and taking the pills, he sat with his head in his hands waiting for the relief to come.

This wasn't a normal thing for Ella to do, but when it comes to who has the best fashion taste in the small friend group, it was her. Ella always could find a great outfit in a short period of time, and she has taken care of both Grant and Bailey in this way before. She quickly paired a light grey long sleeve top, camouflage joggers, a bomber jacket, and some black Converse for Bailey. "Here you go," she chirped walking out with the outfit.

"Thank's Ell. What time is it?" Bailey asked expecting the clothes. "Almost twelve, there's breakfast on the table, get changed then come down, we have things to do, so please hurry." Ella smiled walking out of the room.

Bailey got a fresh pair of boxers and changed into the planed outfit. His head still pounding, he made his way down to the dining room, where Grant and Ella sat. "Ah! The man of the night!" Grant cheered.

Bailey sat at his place at the table, "Watch it, my head has never felt this bad." He whined, placing his elbows on the table and resting his head in his hands. "What's a little hangover? We have to celebrate, you only turn sixteen once!" Grant smiled, knowing he was annoying Bailey.

"Yeah, sixteen," Bailey sighed, "Doesn't feel any better than fifteen."

Ella and Grant both knew what exactly Bailey was talking about. "Well on the bright side you can get your license." Ella tried changing the topic,"Carter will pick you up at four and take you to the office." She reminded the boy. "So... until then we are going shopping! Eat quickly so we can go!" Ella squealed, walking out of the room.

"Shopping. Again." Bailey ground. Grant just laughed at him, "Trust me, your going to like this kind of shopping."

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"Okay Mr.I-have-to-much-money, go crazy." Grant smirked."I'm finally aloud to buy a car?!" Bailey smiled. "Yes. It's a part of your birthday present from us, we talked to the judge that had your case and we got some of the restrictions off your bank account, and now you access more of your family's money!" Ella informed him.

"Thanks, both of you. I already know what I'm going to get." Bailey smiled.