Demi laid on my bed as she watched me get ready. "You're taking for-fucking-ever, B," she complained, followed by a playful groan. I rolled my eyes at her, still looking in the mirror of my vanity. "That's because I don't wear pajama pants to parties," I replied back. "Hey, I get drunk and crash. Might as well crash comfortably," she said defending herself. I fluffed my curls up, giving myself a quick smile before turning around to face her. Demi's long, red hair fell down the sides of her face as she lifted herself off my bed. "You sure you don't wanna put on something...more comfortable? I have a nice mini skirt that would make your ass pop," I suggested, springing up from my chair with excitement. "Ah- I wear the skirt for cheer. Nothing else," she said sternly. I nodded as I opened my bottom, left drawer. "Well in that case, the party won't start until after like ten so we should pregame," I said pulling out my rolling tray. "Good idea," she responded with a devious little smile.
We gathered all my little "supplies" in front of us. I opened my window, placing my fan on the windowsill so that the smoke would blow out. Demi stuffed a towel under my door after checking to see if anyone was in the hallway.
It was pretty silent as I rolled up a backwood until Demi finally said my name. "Bianca," she said, catching my attention. "Yeah?" I answered, perfecting my blunt. "Are you actually okay? Tonight was pretty scary and you don't have to go to some party because a guy invited you. I mean if you're not up for it," Demi replied with her "sympathetic" voice. I chortled, "You're still on that? Please. I'm over it. And for the record Jay is not 'some guy'. He seems really nice. I like him, I think."
I know I sounded dismissive, but I really didn't want to worry her. No matter how freaked out I was, I couldn't pass that on to my best friend. Especially, since my other so called "best friend" and I were on the rocks.
"Did I tell you that Minji told me not to go to this party tonight? Crazy," I quickly said, changing the subject. Demi let out a dramatic gasp, "Oh my god. Is she sick?" I let out a laugh before lighting the blunt. "Nah," I inhaled the smoke and held it in, passing her the blunt, "she said she has a 'bad feeling' about the party and she wouldn't tell me why." Demi took a long drag as she sat back to think. "I wonder what she's on. When was this? I didn't even see her at the game," she finally said after exhaling. I shrugged, taking the blunt back. "She cornered me in the janitor's closet. I thought she was some creep for a second. Scared me half to death, dude." Demi shook her head, "Maybe she's a clone and the real Minji is locked up somewhere. She never did tell us about that trip."
I could tell she was joking, but part of me kind of believed it. After all she hasn't really been herself at all since she got back. She hasn't bragged about wherever she went or shown us any pictures. It's like she just disappeared and tried to come back like it was nothing.
"Bitch, why would someone clone Minji of all people? One is definitely enough," I joked. Demi let out a laugh that turned into a cough. "Seriously, though; I kind of hope she's there so we can talk." Demi nodded in agreement, still coughing and beating her chest. "Well, if there's a problem, you know where to find me," she said once she finally caught her breath.
Demi and Minji got along as long as I was in the room, sometimes. Those two always seemed to disagree on everything. Whether it was about who a guy was looking at or who started the argument. I always seemed to get caught in the middle. I suppose Demi and I were always closer since we knew each other longer, but I always tried to make Minji feel included. Eventually they grew up a little bit and fight way less now, but I always knew who's side they'd take if I were mad at one of them. It sort of why I always tried to keep the peace.
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"Alright, ash it. We should get going," I said standing up, slowly. Demi ashed the roach and placed it at the bottom of my trashcan while I worked to rid my room of "the smell." Once, I felt like we were in the clear, we quickly (and carefully) made our way down the stairs to the back door. "Bye mom, see you at 2," I shouted. "12:30!" she shouted back. "So close," I whispered to myself.
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Abducted
Mystery / ThrillerWe all think we're average. We think there's nothing special about us. But, what if I told you that there was someone who thinks differently? Somebody who wants you. They'd do anything to get you. (Finally under editing)
