This Is The End

Chapter 9

Seth dragged me down the stairs. He had been so kind enough to bring me up a can of beer, but I was skeptical as I sipped it. 

When we reached the bottom stair, we walked into the living room. Jay was casually drinking a similar can of beer. While the others watched me, as Seth ran in the opposite direction. I smiled sheepishly at the guys.

Seth returned with a devious grin. 

"Let's do all the drugs!" Seth shouted. Jay shrugged from beside him.

"I don't really want to," he said as he took a swig of his beer. Seth's grin grew.

"Should of thought about that before you drank a can full of ecstasy!" He quickly looked at Jay, who spat his drink out, before looking back at me with a wink. 

Hey, might as well do something, with the rest of the drugs in the house. They're just collecting dust...

I grinned and downed the rest of my can. The guys cheered me on.

**

Soon enough, we were all fucked up. I panicked a little at first - besides Vodka and other alcoholic beverages that I loved so dearly - I hadn't ventured much outside of trying weed here and there, but I never found the appeal (hence, why I was always the awkward sober one out of group, when it was Seth, Jay, and myself). 

Everyone happily reassured me, everything would be fine. And it was. 

Right away, I was bouncing around like a small child on a sugar rush. I danced, giggled like crazy, and even sang. 

That's right, I sang a song about Seth and James swinging lights around, as if they were light-savers. I, then proceeded to steal a lamp away from Seth and begin to stop waving it in Franco's direction. Meanwhile, the guys were making it rain around us. 

My memories of most of that night blurred together. I remember at one point pretending to be Guy Fieri from Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives - and I also remember helping lift Jay up in a chair, in a Bar Mitzvah style. 

As the high wore off, the blurry haze wore off of me and the next thing I knew, I was laying on next to Franco and the guys, watching a homemade movie we had thrown together. It was a sequel to Seth and Franco's hit movie Pineapple Express. Jay and I directed and recorded the movie, as the guys joined in - some reclaiming their original roles - while others created new positions for themselves. 

We all laughed, as Jonah stood on the screen with a cowboy hat, talking about Steve Jobs, while pretending to be Woody Harrelson.

"I smoked weed with Steve Jobs," Jonah said with an accent. "And that's when we came up with the iPad, it's pretty great!"

"We should make sequels to more of our movies," Seth commented. We all agreed. 

"How about we not do Your Highness 2?" James suggested. "And also, Baruchel Productions - has a good ring to it, doesn't it?" James' eyes darted over to me, causing my heart to race up into my throat. He bit slightly at his lip, watching me carefully. I blinked and swallowed, sending my heart back down my windpipe. The haze was still over me.

I darted my eyes away from James and back to the TV screen. Everyone around me continued to talk, while I tried to recollect myself. This place was continuously getting to me, no matter what I did to try and keep my sanity in line - it had its way of trying to pull it away from me. Peace would be impossible...

A crash erupted from behind us. I froze, not daring to move. I was even too afraid to breathe. This had to be it. This had to be the moment the intruders came in and finally finished us all off. Hopefully, they would be quick with my death.