A/N: Okay it's 10:09pm and haha, I'm gonna upload this but I expect some votes and comments >< I'd like comments, yeah please? I wanna know how this story is going along haha... Thanks!
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The next few days felt so hazy and shorter than most. I usually come home stoned, after figuring out what the girl, Annabelle had been smoking with me. When I go home, I sneak past my mom who is moping around the house trying to figure how to sell the house and forgetting everything about the sex tape. I have too, forgotten about that, sort of. I don't think of anything when I'm high and don't know what's going on anymore just that everything finally feels good. That's how I spent every school day now, skipping class and doing drugs. Occasionally, Annabelle and I would go out and grab some whiskey with her fake ID or go to some college party. Each time crazier than the last.
This Thursday, at the smoker's pit, Annabelle had managed to go with her to yet another party. We drove in her busted Ford and hopped off on third street. She sauntered to the front door and banged on it and cussed until someone opened the door.
Inside, it was hot, musty, and loud all while being filled with the smell of cigarettes and pot. I've become so used to the smell that it didn't even bother me one bit. I think I've quit eating so much too because I can feel myself getting thinner. My mom had always asked me to loose weight anyway so this was just doing her the deed.
We walked in between people reeking of beer and sweat who were dancing in a way where you would get arrested in some countries. Annabelle searched around the room for her boyfriend, Lucas who was twenty-four and the guy who sold her the drugs and got her the bottles of vodka and the guy who'd sometimes visit her at school and they'd just be there making out for hours and smoking in between but I suppose they're happy together. They were in love for all I know and Annabelle told me that once she's done school, she's going to move in with him and they would live together and get married. Nothing fancy, just something simple and a few people. From what I knew, I was her best friend.
She found Lucas on the couch in the living room playing video games with a few of his friends who had introduced to me as Daniel, the shaggy blonde, George, the gangly awkward teen and Henry who was a athlete at a famous university until he started using steroids and got caught and kicked out. Now he lives in a stinky little place on the corner of Crosser Avenue from what Annabelle has told me.
Annabelle made her way in front of the guys who complained that she was blocking their view but Lucas who just replied with "she is the view guys," of which got a few snickers and a punch from Annabelle but I saw the grin creeping upon her face. She sat down on his lap and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. She kissed him back and they were just locked on each other's lips.
Daniel screamed, "get a room!" to which Lucas responded with by leaning over to Daniel and squishing him onto arm of the chair and he was forced to stand up. For and instance, I caught his gaze and he smiled.
"Want to get a drink?" He asked me while holding a faint British accent. I shrugged and he lead me around the crowd of people to the drink cooler and grabbed us each a beer. I popped the lid of mine open and sucked down half of the bottle. I didn't even notice how thirsty I was and quickly finished the other half of the bottle. Daniel laughed loudly, his voice echoing in my ears and went to get me another bottle.
We walked around for a while then settled on sitting on the front door step. I sighed and looked up at the stars and remembered when I found out about my mom's sex tape. I told this to Daniel to which he laughed hysterically for a while until I joined him. Looking back a few days did feel funny. Especially these past days which were so confusing but the best ones I've had in so long. Leading from the story about my mom, I told him about how in the sixth grade we were doing a skit and they needed a princess, a knight and a troll. Obviously, I wanted to be the princess so I asked if I could be her but everyone just laughed and said for me to be the troll. I'd burst into tears right there and the teacher who had been laughing too, told me that it would be okay to be the troll and that I was a great actress and could be anyone I chose to be which she didn't know but was the truth everyday. I did pretend to a girl who didn't really care what others said so I agreed and people called me 'the ugly troll' for years after that.
Daniel apparently found everything funny and laughed while I sat there smiling silently but truth was the memory was still horrible. I tried to forget that by drinking the rest of my beer but one didn't help so Daniel handed me his. I took it and finished it hastily. Within moments, I felt woozy again and yet, it was better than before.
He then put his hand to my face which felt freezing against my hot cheeks. "You are beautiful, Violet," he leaned close to me and I smelt his breath against my own. He brushed my hair aside and kissed me.
I've never kissed anything but my pillow before and didn't know if I were doing things right. We kissed for a while but then he groped onto the back of my neck and started making out with me. To my surprise, this came easily. He dipped me forward a little and kissed me more intensely this time but I didn't object.
After what seemed like forever, we pulled away and took a breath. He then suggested that we find a room rather than stay outside where I could catch a cold.
We made our way into the house, around people, up the stairs and into a bedroom that was covered in posters of bands and lined with a million different guitars. Daniel once again kissed me and I felt myself peeling away from reality and into his world. I didn't know what a good kisser was and what a bad kisser was but all I knew was that his lips were mesmerizing and intoxicating. I couldn't even pry away for a second. He pressed his body against mine and I felt the thump thump of his heart and I honestly thought that was what it felt like to be in love. Sharing the same air, feeling their heart against your own and two people becoming one.
I've waited forever to understand this and how this felt. I pulled away from him and whispered "I'm sleepy," into his ear and he set me down onto the bed gently, pulled the covers over us and laid down next to me, arms wrapped around me. And for once, I feel loved, wanted and beautiful.
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Facing Reality
Teen Fiction**Please do note that this material contains drugs and inappropriate language and such.** Violet isn't pretty, nor skinny, nor confident enough to make friends but instead she's invisible and mostly wound up in her little dream world away from reali...
