Teenage Dirtbag(lesbian stories)

Chapter 1

Addiction

I tap the microphone before talking into it. "Eh em."

I clear my throat. "Hi everyone. My name is Alison."

"Hi, Alison." The crowd echoes. For some reason I

feel like I'm in a movie and it's that part where the

shy girl with stage fright has to talk in front of a big

crowd and the light is in her eyes and everything.

The light in this room is dull but I squint for the

effects anyway, even though I'm not that shy girl.

"I…" Pause for dramatic effect. "Am addicted."

Pause. I sigh. "Addicted to coke." I say.

A few people in the crowd nod sympathetically then

they all clap.

"Yes, yes. Coke...cola." I grin. "No wait, Pepsi.

Yeah, Pepsi. I'll die without Pepsi. No wait. Coke.

That's my final answer. Coke. Coke is way better

than Pepsi. "

"EXCUSE ME?" Some random blonde turd in the

crowd stands up frowning. "This is a support group

for real addictions. Not nonsense."

"UGH." I grip the mic tighter. "Pardon me, BUT

Coke is a real addiction! Have you ever tasted it?

Mmm, It's almost sinful!"

I don't know I think it's in my DNA to make jokes

about serious situations. It runs in my family. Once

it's there, I feel like I have to do it or the world will

turn in the opposite direction or something.

"Um, no! Coke cola is not a serious addiction!" She

whines. I narrow my eyes at her.

"Ok fine. Pespi…" I start.

"NO! Get off the stage!" She says.

"What? Pardon me? Did I tell you to get off the

stage Ms. OCD?"

So here I am, at an addiction meeting making a big

joke out of it. Why? Because I am pathetic.

The truth is I do have an addiction. And a serious one

too. And it's not alcohol or cigarettes or any stupid

teenage thing like that.

My addiction is called: Ariana. Ariana

Delacour.

Frenemy, Cheerleader, high school sex bomb. Okay

so maybe it is a stupid teenage addiction

"You know what? Fuck it! I'm done." I drop the mic

making it screech and go sit back down, not

forgetting to stick my finger at blonde turd first.

I know what you're thinking.

A girl? How typical.

That's just the thing. It is typical, Very typical

actually.