No More No More

Extra Virgin Olive Oil

So much booze, so much acid, so much dope. We rarely ate, which was a good thing because we had no money.  Elyssa and Joe were hotter than ever (and the fact that I couldn't sleep at night made it all worse).  I remember we were all crowded around the small TV in the corner, smoking something, and watching the Three Stooges.  We were laughing like crazy people, but Joe and Elyssa were behind us on the couch, oblivious to the outside world.  It seems like all they do is each other.  I wonder if they're in love...

     Steven pulls me into the kitchen for some reason I can't remember.  He puts his arms around my hips and pulls me close.  Other than those two nights in Hopedale, the rest of the band is sort of unaware of our togetherness.  He touches his lips against mine softly for just a second before pressing his forehead to mine.  "Let's do something tonight," he says.  "Tom and Joey won't be here, neither will Joe or Elyssa."  Holding me at an arm's length now, he grins evilly.  The whole apartment to ourselves... Just the two of us alone...

     "All night?"

     "All night," he replies, still grinning.

Joey and Tom leave with us, stoned out of our minds, to go hear some live music.  Joe and Elyssa needed some 'privacy' for the night so they went to her apartment.  I don't remember the place or band, but Steven and I never let go of each other.  The drugs were passed around, and the night flew by in a multicolor blur.

     I don't know when Tom and Joey left us on our own, but Steven and I joined a few others in the bathroom.  They were setting out lines of white powder.  Of course I know what it is, but that doesn't mean I'm a fan of it.  Actually, I've never tried it.  I've never taken anything through my nose before.  The people lay out enough for each of us.  I watch in horror as the others sniff it up with dollar bills or pieces of paper.  Steven found a crinkled bill in his skin-tight pants and rolled it up.

     He sees my face and whispers in my ear, "It's like sex for the first time."  I look at him like he's crazy (I actually have no idea what he's talking about).  "It hurts a little at first, but feels so good."

     A little?  It hurts a little?!  Are you fucking kidding me?  That shit lit my nose on fucking fire!  Oh my God, what was I thinking?!  Why did I take the dollar bill?  Why did I put that shit in my no––Wait a minute... He was right.  Asshole was right.  Everyone exchanged high-fives and baggies of the powder.  When we were back in the main room, Steven took me in his arms and sealed his lips against mine.  We left very shortly afterward.  It definitely wasn't safe to drive home, but... It was so worth it.

     Confession: I'm nervous to the point where I think I might go crazy.  Confession: I'm actually partially regretful.  Confession: Steven keeps kissing my neck as I'm fumbling with the key.  Confession: I'm no longer regretful.  Confession: the title of this chapter has absolutely nothing to do with olive oil.

     I flip on the lights when we enter the room, but I'm immediately lifted off the ground and spun around.  He sets me down and kisses my deeply for a long while before moving us to the couch where we continue to 'suck face.'  Steven unzips my light blue dress and I don't object.  He pulls me even closer to him, tearing his shirt off.  Oh my God.  My dress is off next.  What've I gotten myself into?  He's moved so that now I'm nearly flat on my back and he's straddling me and we're still kissing and all I can think of is how his lips and hands seems to be everywhere at once.  I could do this all the time.
     I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him closer to me so that he's nearly laying down too.  He can't get the button on his pants undone so I help him out because hey, why not?
     My dress is long gone, so are his pants and shirt.  We can't get any closer together, so our kisses continue to deepen and then whoa, there's two tongues in my mouth and the term 'swapping spit' has been taken to a whole new level.  I think I heard once somewhere that on coke, love and all that is better.  I'm not sure if this is true because, first timer, but if it is... I'm never going to not do coke ever.  Soon we moved to Steven's bed.  He swooped me up and in fear that I would fall backwards, I wrapped my legs around his waist.  He took this as not terror but wanting more.  He continued to kiss me until we reached the bedroom, where it was my turn to straddle him.  After that, everything was a blur... So I'll leave the rest of the night to your imagination.

I blinked awake in the harsh light, confused for a minute where I was.  Directly in front of me was the peacefully sleeping face of Steven––oh, yeah.  That's where I am.   I'm on my side, smooshed against him; he is laying on his back.  He doesn't seem to mind that I'm practically on top of him in the tiny bed, though.  Tom is not in the other bed and the door is barely cracked open.  I have no clue what time it is.

Ever since I was able to dress myself and bathe myself and no longer needed diapers, I never was purposely naked in front of people.  Validly so... I mean, why would I be naked in front of people?

     Well, here we go.  I realize for the first time that I have no shirt on.  Nothing.  The covers are pulled up high enough so that you can't, ya know, see anything, but I don't know where my dress or bra is... Or underwear for that matter... Shit.  The guys have to be home by now.  I can't very well go to the couch and get my clothes.
     Remember how I said I could do this all the time?  Well, correction: I could not have done that all night, much less all the time.
     Quietly so as not to wake Steven, I remove myself from the bed and rip the quilt off of the bottom of Tom's bed.  I quickly wrap it around myself and then hesitate at the door.
    My plan went terribly.  I'd ditch Anthony for someone better (Steven) like he did to me with Elyssa. After I was with Steven, Antho––er, Joe'd get jealous possibly.  In the very least, I'd ditch him.  At most, I'd make him cry or something.  That wouldn't be too terrible to watch.  Have I taken the plan too far to reel it back in?  It's too soon to tell now, but I can get a better idea if I get to see him today.
     I place my hand on he doorknob quietly, but then a pair or arms wrap around me from behind.  I jump nearly a mile high and Asshole chuckles, kissing my neck.  He yanks on a pair of pants before leaving the room with me.  He compliments my fashion choice with a laugh and asks if it's popular in Los Angeles.  I roll my eyes at his sarcasm but take his hand and lead him to the living room.  I barely take a step out of the bedroom when...
     "Annie!  Annie!" Joey yells in an orgasmic voice much like that of Steven's.
     "Steven, oh my God!" Tom adds in a voice that's probably supposed to be mine.
    "Shut up, Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Stupid," Steven says, plopping down next to Joe.  Steven pats the space next to him.  I slowly join him.  Jesus, I'm sore in places I didn't know one could be sore!  Asshole was right again!
     Naturally, Tom and Joe and Joey know why I'm walking funny, and they bust out with laughter... All of them except Joe, that is.  I'm not sure where Elyssa is.
     Joey claps his hands.  "Who wants pancakes?"  He starts to head for the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, "I'll use the extra virgin olive oil!"
     I can see Anthony peeking up at me through his long hair. I don't think he knows I can see him. Steven pulls me close to him with his arm around my side.
    Joe utters the first audible thing I think I've heard in weeks. "So, when did this happen?"  He actually sits up from his slouch, puts down his guitar, and holds his hair out if his face for our answer.
     "Since just before Boston," I say quietly, not looking at him.
     Joe nods and starts to play with his fingers, clearly feeling awkward.
     "Speaking of girls," Steven said, "where's yours?"
     Joe shrugs.  "Downtown on a corner?  Fuckin' someone else?  I don't know."
     "So she broke up with you," Steven says.
     "And cheated."
     Wait, this wasn't part of the plan!  How does this fit in?  It completely ruins the whole reason for the plan in the first place!

The rest of the day is spent (for me, at least) on the couch because I refuse to walk and be laughed at.  Of course, I got dressed, but after that, it was right back to the couch.  My legs were stretched over Steven, who was currently smoking a joint, and my feet were on Anthony's leg. It was almost like before Vermont and I liked it very much.
     Joey didn't actually make pancakes.  He forgot to after taking a detour to the bathroom and peeing.  We went without breakfast and lunch.  We weren't hungry anyway.  For dinner we got several large pizzas.  Some slices were left for breakfast tomorrow.  Okay fine, maybe we were really hungry.

That night, Steven kisses me goodnight then closes his eyes.  I however, kneel overtop of him and kiss him back.  He chuckles and Tom groans, throwing a pillow at us.  "Go sleep on the roof, Tom," Steven says before a better repeat of last night.