Note: Hey, it's simplechinell here, Sorry for this inconvenience but the Halloween chap was supposed to be posted on Halloween but that didn't happen so you guys will be getting one when this posts. I'm very sorry. I hope you'll forgive this mad hatter....
Marlowe:
"Do you remember last Halloween?" Billy asks on the way to school.
"I do. VIVIDLY." I say, laughing.
The party was at my house on a Friday night for Halloween. I dressed up as a sexy mummy for the party that started at six. I was excited because this was the first party I hosted and I hoped that everyone would like to come over for each Halloween.
As I get together the punch bowl that's spiked with Whisky with a mix of fruit punch, red bull, and Crowne Royal. Billy told me the mixture this morning. I'm guessing that he has had it enough times to tell that he likes it. Knowing Billy, he drinks a lot. I drink, but only around Steve and Nancy. If Billy knew that I drank, he'd flip fucking shit. I go to fix my hair and take a break, reading a book, Carrie. The vibes are what I need.
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I listen to the moans of the people in my parents' room. It makes me freak out. I go downstairs to greet Nancy and the gang. Steve and Nancy are both Charlie Brown characters; Snoopy and Woodstock, Steve being Woodstock, because of his hair.
"Look at you, Dallas, you rockin'" Steve says, fist bumping me quickly. I give a little spin for them two and reply.
"Thanks guys, you look great too." I smile. "Is Jonathan coming?"
"No, sadly, he decided yet again to not come to a halloween party." Nance says.
"Awe, that's sad." I reply, pouting.
"Yes, we know, so sad, I feel like crying. Blah, blah, blah." Steve says, mocking us. We both hit him at the same time. Then, we laugh uncontrollably. Steve asks where the drinks are and I point to the kitchen.
"Are they pure fuel?" Nancy asks as she giggles into Steve's arm. I nod and laugh in return at their cuteness. I go and get a drink with them and grab a fancy glass of my mom's and scoop up some punch. The glass is huge and I intend on finishing all of it.
More people come through the door and everything and everyone is starting to get blurry. Except for one person Billy. The person who loves to kiss me and sneak into my room to touch me. I walk over to him.
"Hey, you're looking sexy tonight." He gives my ass a little squeeze.
"Thanks honey, you look f- fine urself." I slur.
"Are you drunk?" He yells. He gives me a look and I'm scared to answer. Every person downstairs gathers around us waiting to see what will happen.
"No. I'mmmm not." I roll my eyes.
"Up-stairs NOW." Everyone moves away when Billy yells at me after enunciating the upstairs part. I stomp upstairs with Billy cursing under his breath behind me. I push my door open and sit on the bed, huffing. He stares at me intently for a minute, shaking his head. "Why?"
"I don't know, why not, it's a party."
"Did someone give it to you?"
"The drink, no. I made it. Is that gonna make you feel better?" I make a face at him.
"No! It won't make me feel better."
"Why?" I whine.
"Because M.D., drunk or not, I'm gonna be there, protecting you." He says quietly. His face goes from dark and angry to sweet and content.
"Are you trying to say that you love me?" I tease.
"No. No way."
"Sure you are."
"C'mere." He pulls me in for a sweet and long hug. His breath is shaky. His cold heart has turned to a warm, loving heart because of me.
I was his sexy mummy and he was my daddy mummy.
Hey guys...... everything with this is messed up for some reason. I don't know if the flashback shows up as italics or not. But after Marlowe says vividly, it's the flashback. Sorry for the confusion. And sorry if this chap doesn't make sense, there's a lot of sh** going on in my life and I'm rushing to get the next few chapters done but it's not happening. Just please be patient. I know I'm asking a lot of you...
And if anyone would like to help with the next few chaps... please... I need help.
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