Paper Airplanes

You look so innocent

I walk out of my bathroom, my feet loving the feeling of my warm shaggy carpet. Sitting down at my vanity desk, I blow dry my dark brown to blonde ombre hair. I apply winged eyeliner, mascara, red lipstick and put my black hoop nose ring in before getting dressed. I slide my tanned legs into white high waisted short-shorts, a black crop-top that shows off my bellybutton piercing, and my tattoo.

Mom's working late tonight at the hospital so she told me to spend the night at a friends house. She didn't say which friend though, so I'm going to the one who's throwing a party.

I don't like to drink, but I do like getting high. I have my own weed stash in my room but there will be plenty at the party.

Sliding on my black hightop Adidas's I head down the stairs with my phone, car keys, and an overnight bag.

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Stepping out of my matte black jeep I grab my backpack from the passenger seat and close the door with my butt. Looking at my best friend Landon's house I see people smoking on the patio stairs, someone laying on the lawn shirtless, and I here the music playing loud enough that the ground is shaking.

I grin and sigh. "Just my scene."

As soon as I open the door I walk into a smoke cloud. Squeezing my way through couples making out against the hallway walls, I make my way to the stairs. Red solo cups litter the hardwood stairs and I have to clutch onto the railing so I could avoid slipping on the liquid that leaks out of some of them.

Opening one of the spare bedroom doors I slam it shut just as fast, yelling a "Sorry!" as I make my way to the next room hoping there isn't anyone in this one.

Tonight isn't my lucky night.

I slam the door just before a stiletto smacks into the place where my head would have been.

Screw it. I'm putting my stuff in Landon's room.

After placing my bag on his bed I make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen to get myself a drink.

I take a couple shots, the liquid burning down my throat, and make my way to the backyard where I know Landon will be.

"Reece! Where have you been? Come sit with me." Landon says over the muffled but still loud music. He's sitting with a group of our friends, with a couple of people I don't know, passing around a bong. Shit, my grinder's at home.

I walk over to Landon and sit sideways on top of his lap so my back is on one armrest and my legs are dangling over the other. He grins and wraps his arms around me, nuzzeling his head in my neck. Giving me a small kiss behind my ear.

Mine and Landons relationship isn't the most usual one. No, we're not dating, but he did take my first kiss... and the second... and the third. He also was my first time. I love Landon. Just not like that. Everyone is aware of our relationship. We sleep with each other from time to time unless one of us is in a relationship, I guess its kind of a friends with benefits thing but its been like this since we were babies.

I can immediately smell the alcohol on Landons breath and I know he is most definitely drunk, and high. but its okay because I will be there soon as well.

Landon takes a deep breath, his nose running along my jaw line "You don't smell very intoxicated Reecie"

"Wanna change that for me?" I say adjusting myself so my back is pressed against his front. "Pass her the bong." Landon says to a guy with black hair, blue eyes and snakebites. I've never seen him before, he must be new. "Are you sure? She looks like she's never smoked weed in her life." Snakebites says still holding the bong. I roll my eyes.