It All Started With a Bang

Chapter 1

"Londy, talk about going clubbing one more time, and I will, I swear to God, I will kick you in the throat. You already got your way last Saturday when I wanted to have my movie marathon, and I refuse to let you get your way tonight. I will be staying in our apartment watching Supernatural for the remainder of tonight with or without you." I exclaimed, throwing my face into my soft pillow and groaning.

Londy and I were so different sometimes I don't know why she had to pester me when she had a whole bunch of other friends who would love to go out clubbing with her late at night. Even though I had absolutely nothing better to do I hated clubbing and drinking. Heck, I hate people in general! Being introverted had its perks and flaws: one being I am never bothered by being alone, two I can do whatever the hell I want when I'm alone. Flaws. Well I am completely and totally socially awkward in certain situations.

Ehh, everyone has their flaws. 

Unstoppable word vomit just happens to be one of my major ones. 

"Stop being such a bore Ronnie! You have to live! You need to go out and experience the world and all of it's glory!" She argued while putting on what I like to call her "Whore Hoops". She wears them every night she wants to get a little action. I am personally disgusted by them, but whatever.

"I am not being a bore I just don't see the point in getting dressed up to go and grind on strangers, get lamely drunk, and impregnated all in one night then wake up and do it again the next day! I think you have an addiction or something because that cannot be healthy." I smirked and she threw a pillow at my face causing me to fall back in laughter. She knew I was right but being Londy she would never admit it to me, or herself for that matter.

"If you don't get out of your pajamas right now and fit that sexy ass into a dress I will hang you by your big toe outside" She stated pulling on her black pumps and staring me straight in the eye.

"You aren't intimidating Londy" I laughed and went back to eating chocolate. 

"Fine, then I will drug your chocolate, strip you naked, and hang you upside down by your big toe outside! Then you will get kidnapped and probably raped and its all because you wouldn't go clubbing with your best friend. Who, by the way, only wants to make some more kick ass memories." she smirked, picking up the pillow that she so kindly threw at me earlier. 

"Fine, but I am not wearing anything that shows my boobs or butt! I have respect you know."

Londy rolled her eyes, "Blah, blah, blah. You're a saint Ronnie Greene." 

I ignored her and walked to the closet, after a few moments of searching I found a red number that went mid-thigh with a sweet heart neckline. I couldn't even remember the time I bought this, it definitely was nothing like me. Usually I didn't go for reds, they were much too bold, too daring for my personality. 

I huffed, must be Londy's. 

Londy helped me with the last few touches, all the while mumbling about how long it was taking me to get ready. She is honestly the most impatient girl I have ever associated myself with. After thirty minutes maximum I was ready to go, for the fourth time this week, to the same club to do the same thing over again. Yeah, I was really making memories...

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The bass rumbled the small garage-like building causing the floor to vibrate beneath me. The aroma of alcohol filled the air making my nose scrunch up in distaste. I've never been much for alcohol, my older brother Jeremy used to tell me that the taste just takes awhile to get used to. It's been quite sometimes since the first time I drank it, and I can honestly say that, it never gets better.