It was Sunday afternoon and I felt like shit, after all the drama yesterday morning and Mattys little spiel we spent the rest of the day messing around in the apartment watching movies and drinking, Tom being the responsible fellow he is called Jess around 2 to pick him up, he was pretty drunk as was everyone else, except for me who was barely buzzed after 6 beers, but I have a very high tolerance for alcohol (with the exception of wine) then a normal person would, but that's also my downfall, I overestimated my alcohol tolerance and over did it by probably 15 shots of tequila. Once Tom left we watched movies till 6 ish then went to a local bar where we proceeded to stay till 6 in the morning, it's now 2 in the afternoon and I have a splitting headache. With heightened sense of hearing and living in an apartment building with children, my life right now is literal hell, the kid in 3E has yet to stop crying, and the elderly gentleman in 1B had his television up on full, my head was about to burst open, and the worst part of it was that it's totally my own fault, I regret every life decision up to this point, I groaned and buried my face into my pillow. I luckily had enough sense to get everybody home, when we stumbled out of the bar I speed dial Tanner who walked the two blocks to the bar from his apartment to pick Matty up, I assume he is still with him, I called a cab for Ed and then Jess for Bell and sent them on their way. It was at this point that we met up with 2 of sky's and I's neighbors, our hippie neighbors Mr. Kinker and his wife Star, I don't know his real name but there nice people, weird but nice, at 74 you would think the 2 of them would have settled down, but they only got more rebellious with age. We split the cab fare on the way back to our apartment and the two of them helped me drag Sky's sorry ass up to our apartment with disapproving stairs from the landlord and other tenants who were in the lobby. They held Sky up as I dug through my pockets for my keys, finding them and putting them in the lock pushing it open, I turn to both of them and took Sky "thanks" I said "anytime cutie" Star said giggling "tell you what, since we had a lot of fun with you, how about I give you something" she said and pulled out a medium sized clear bag full of what I'm assuming was marijuana in it "organic " Mr. Kinker said, I have no interest in the stuff, but in my alcohol induced fuzz I accepted it, I'm sure I can find a taker. So here I am staring at the bag of green leafs sitting on my nightstand and groaned " this shit stinks".
I heard the lock to our door click open and then slam shut again, Sky was groaning loudly from the other room and I did the same, quick yet heavy footsteps came charging towards my room, I placed my pillow over my head and held it down over my ears trying to block out the noise to no avail, the door swung open and hit the door stop making even more noise. The footsteps stopped at my door " sweet pea ?" Jess called out " hum?" " you alright ?" I responded with a groan, she walked over and sat on the edge of my bed rubbing circles on my back like a mother.... mother to be anyway, " fun night ?" I gave her a thumbs up but said nothing, she let out a short laugh before it cut off " Sasha what the hell is that !?" she screamed and scared the holy hell out of me, I shot up launching the pillow across the room " what !? what is it what's wrong !?" I said in a panic looking at her, her arms were crossed over her enlarged belly and she looked pissed " what ?" I asked and she pointed, I followed her gaze to my nightstand...... SHIT !, the pot was still sitting in plain sight with the chief of police sitting on my bed, " it's not mine !" I said and she raised an eyebrow " then who's is it ?" she said accusingly " okay well it's mine.... kinda... but I don't do drugs !" I pleaded " then why is it here ?" she yelled making my head pound even more " it's not what you think" I groan but she clearly didn't believe me. I sat up and looked her in the eyes " is there something you needed Jess ?" I asked, head in my hands, she was still giving me the disapproving mom look but pulled her purse up onto the bed and dug around until she found a blue bottle and took 2 pills out handing them to me, I grabbed a glass of water that I kept on my table and put the pills in my mouth " thanks", it's amazing how such small things like my neighbor helping get my drunk ass home, would wind up getting me into this kind of situation, it's going to be a long day.

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Just my stupid, lousy, rotten, luck.
FantasíaSasha has never had the best of luck, with life in general. He's smart, good at sports, and a master in the kitchen. He's 18, in his first year of collage, and really shy, finds it hard to connect with others, and likes to keep his distance from t...