Summer of '07

Cross Fade

Chapter 23

July 2007

~TRAVIS~

Fucking hell! Literally so fucking close to sharing a kiss with my fucking crush and we're fucking interrupted by Jarred and his bitch-ass friends banging on our motel door. Go the fuck away, asshole! I wanted to scream as I watched him and five of his stoner-looking friends come barging in as Heather opened the door for them.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?" Heather asked as Jarred slammed himself onto the bed next to Elijah.

"We're having a party!" He said with enthusiasm as one of his friends set a boombox down on the table beside the Svedka and Bacardi.

"What the fuck?! Here? I thought you guys were gonna go clubbing," Heather said, pissed over the fact that these assholes were ruining our night.

"Yeah, we were but we wanna get stoned first and where's the best place to do that? How 'bout that motel room that I checked out for you guys," Jarred said under such a bitch-ass tone of voice. Asshole did this on purpose just to fuck with us in exchange for checking in the motel room and buying us the booze. It's not like he had to do it, though.

"You guys can get stoned somewhere else," Heather said with a scoff, provoking Jarred to rise from the bed and grab her by her face.

"I told you... you owe me," he said threateningly. "Unless you'd rather choose option B... and I don't think you want to choose option B, do you?" I think I knew what he meant by "option B" just by examining Heather's facial expressions. Goddamn, he was straight up blackmailing her for simply asking him to do a couple favors for us... what a psycho.

"Stay as long as you want," she said, as if terrified of him, even though he didn't really seem like much of a guy to be scared of. But then again, looks can be deceiving.

"I'll be outta here soon... and then I'll let you guys get back to doing whatever fucked up, kinky shit you guys were planning on doing tonight," he said, throwing Heather's face out of his grasp as he returned to his spot on the bed, beside Elijah. "You a fag?" He asked him.

"No," Elijah replied.

"Are you?" He asked me.

"No," I told him, even though I kinda am, but how was that any of his business?

"So you're telling me that the two of you are straight and are totally chill with stripping in front of each other to have sex with this... skank?"

Heather scowled at him, lifting her middle finger to flip him off.

"Yeah..." I said, lacking the confidence.

"Sounds pretty gay to me... two guys... one girl. If it were two chicks and a guy then it'd be a completely different story but two dudes fucking the same chick in front of each other... that sounds pretty gross, if you ask me."

I just shrugged my shoulders and his friends laughed as if I were a fucking joke.

"Ya know, you look like a dude who would fuck a girl and guy. Doesn't matter if you can keep it up for a girl because if you can get it up for a guy, that makes you a fag either way."

"Shut the fuck up, man! You look like a fucking pedophile so you got no room to talk!" Elijah exclaimed, shoving him off of the bed and sending him to the floor. Take that, bitch.

Jarred just started laughing. "What are you, 7? Just gonna shove people off the bed whenever you get mad at them. Grow up, man... I'm just fucking with your friend, here. I'm getting the sense that he likes to swing both ways... is that right?" He directed everyone's attention to me, and it didn't help that my face was red as hell.

"He doesn't, now fuck off!" Heather exclaimed.

"Shut up! I want to hear it from him... do you like to fuck girls... and guys?"

"No," I said, calmly, despite how bad I wanted to punch the fucker in the face.

"You see, I'm having a hard time believing that. Say it in a complete sentence."

"Oh fuck off, Jarred!" Heather exclaimed.

"Get the fuck outta here!"

"Shut the fuck up! I want to hear this faggot tell me that he isn't into fucking both guys and girls!"

"I'm not into fucking both guys and girls," I said, fucking hating having to answer to this... this nobody.

"I can't hear you! Say it louder!" He began yelling into my face.

I didn't say anything this time.

"Say it louder, faggot! SAY IT LOUDER!"

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! I DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! GO SUCK YOUR OWN DICK AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!" I yelled into his smug, little bitch-ass face, expecting him to go off on me, but instead he did the opposite and he and his friends all simultaneously broke into laughter.

"I'm just fucking with you, kid... calm the fuck down," he said, putting his hands on my shoulders in an attempt to brush off all of the shit that just went down. I didn't give a fuck if he was just messing with me, I threw his hands off of me and shoved him out of my way, provoking him to laugh once more. "Kids..." he mumbled, heading for the door as his friends followed behind him in a single file line. "Have fun, kiddos, with whatever the fuck you losers are planning to do tonight!" He then exited the room as his pothead friends followed. Good fucking riddance. Funny thing is though, they totally forgot their boombox and we didn't care enough to let them know that they had forgotten it. And as Heather soon discovered, the boombox wasn't the only thing they left behind. On the floor, beside the bed was a blunt, all wrapped and everything with a lighter at its side, just waiting for us to crossfade. Fuck yes! I never had weed before but I knew this would be a fun experience.

"Well, since those fucktards left their shit, might as well put it to good use!" Heather said, referring to both the blunt and the boombox. She then turned up the boombox to whatever pop song was playing and she began energetically dancing around the room as Elijah was the first to hit the blunt.

Despite the shit show that just went down, we weren't letting that get in the way of spoiling our fun. Tonight was still gonna be pretty fucking crazy!

Hours drained and by 10 PM we were all getting pretty fucked up. As usual, I was the least fucked up out of all of us, but I will say that I did get pretty stoned... and since I was kinda drunk already as it was, I guess you could say that I crossfaded. First time getting drunk, stoned, crossfaded and fucked all in one night. Boy, was it a night to remember.

Getting stoned was nothing like I had imagined it would be. When I was younger, I had always imagined it being a much cooler experience, but in truth, it really just made me super tired and overly amused at literally everything... kinda like Heather was earlier. My throat burned and my head felt a shit ton of pressure. Unfortunately, for the most part, the experience was indescribable. It didn't cause memory loss because after twelve years, I still remember a good portion of how I felt from getting crossfaded. It was a weird experience, if I'm being honest. My experiences with weed and alcohol in college of course trumped this moment in terms of how fucked up I got, considering those times are even harder for me to remember, but there's always something special about doing something for the first time that it just makes it easier to remember. It also helped that I didn't get that fucked up either.

First times can either be good or bad, they can be fun or they can be lame, but most of the time they lean more towards the latter. My first time... well... if we're talking about drinking and smoking weed, well then I guess I'll have to say it was pretty lame... not what I thought it would be. If we're talking about sex well... I was just getting to that.