Bad Enough For You// Anthony Ladao Fanfiction

Chapter 12

Now, honestly, I’ve only ever been high once in my life. Skylar decided to buy some from this guy for one of her parties and the 30 of us decided to light up. It was a terrible idea, and the weed wasn’t really that strong. I had only felt a minor high, and it was pretty sucky.

But this felt nothing like that, when we arrived at the aquarium and smoked up behind the building, it felt dangerous and adventurous and badass and fun and just awesome.

Now we were in the aquarium, and it felt like the fish were swimming around slower than I could remember them usually swimming. But then again, I can’t really recall the last time I watched a swim fish. I mean a fish swim.

“Why are they so slow?” I asked Anthony.

“They aren’t,” he shook his head, again, it was slow! What was with this slow-mo effect that everyone was going through lately?

“What,” I started. “Am I just faster than everything else? Because everything is going by, like, half of its regular speed.”

“You talk a lot,” Anthony pointed out. I kept my eyes fixed on a large shark swimming over our heads.

“You don’t talk enough,” I replied. I didn’t really like the sharks, I was scared for life after watching Jaws with Quinn, but Anthony did. And I wasn’t about to argue him.

“Let’s go look at the tropical fish,” I said finally, tugging at his hand. He followed me out of the shark area and into a large room, the walls made of glass, like every other room. But this time, all of the fish were small and brightly colored; sometimes the colors blurred together and then became really sharp. It gave me a headache, but a good kind of headache. Like the one you get after riding a really awesome roller-coaster with your eyes open the whole time.

“It’s beautiful,” I said happily. I interlaced my fingers with Anthony’s. The aquatic museum was surprisingly barren. I had no idea where everyone was, but I didn’t really care. I loved being alone with Anthony, more than I loved the feeling I got after nailing a cheerleading routine, or the feeling of being with my friends at a party.

“I’d rather look at you,” Anthony said, I felt him looking at me and I was euphoric.

“Why me?” I asked, surprising myself.

“Why you?” I heard a questioning tone in his voice.

“Why are you here with me right now, and not with some other girl?” I kept my eyes transfixed on a angelfish.

“Because I don’t want to be with some other girl.”

“Discuss,”

“I don’t know, I like being with you… I can’t describe it.” I knew he could describe it, even in this state of mind. But I didn’t push him to continue.

“I feel light-headed,” I said instead.

“Want me to take you home?” Anthony asked, I shook my head vigorously.

“No, you can’t drive your bike, under the- under the- under the…”

“Influence?” Anthony offered.

Influence! He was so good with words.

“Yeah, that.” I nodded this time.

“So what do you want to do?” Anthony asked, unlacing his fingers from mine and wrapped an arm around my waist.

“Dance,” I finally let myself look at him. He was all hard edges. I reached up to touch his face, and he closed his eyes when I did.

“Dance,” he repeated, then opened his eyes. “There’s no music.”