Only Average (EDITING)

Chapter twenty three

Lukes P.O.V

I drive up to Clay's house and walk to the door. I hear a lot of noise coming from inside and I automatically recognize the noise. A party. Thank god, I need to forget my entire life, my past, my present and my future. Damen answers and he looks shocked as hell to see me. I do the bro shake that me and him used to do and say "What's up bro?" He looks me up and down and says "What the fuck man,  if it wasn't for you being famous I would have thought that you died and went to heroin heaven." I laughed as he walked me through the house. "Naw man, just been busy doing my own shit I guess." Just as I finish telling him that, we hit the noisiest part of the house, the living room. I see a blond handing out shots of something dark so I grab two and pour one down my throat and then the other.  It tastes like jack so I don't even need to wash it down with anything.

I see Clay across the room on the big couch by the fire place and walk over to him. I do our bro shake, the whole time we do this he looks like he has just seen a ghost. I laugh at his expression and chuckle " You alright man?" He shakes his head and says "Bro, I thought you died! You have'nt been around in almost two years!" I sat on the other side of him while a big tit blonde chick with barely any clothes on was on the other side. Nothing new for Clay, He always had a slutty girl by his side. I replied "Yeah man, I have been busy on tour and makin music. You know how it is bro." I took another drink off this girls tray that she was passing around and chugged it. I couldn't help but wince since it was wild turkey and that doesn't sit right with me. After I washed it down with some coke that was on the table I looked around. The place looks exactly the same. Maybe a little grungier, but that's about it. Clay looks me up and down and says "Man you need some drug in you, you look too sober." I laugh and agree so he pulls out the altoid box that was in his shirt pocket and opens it up to reveal ecstasy. Damn, I haven't done that in a while.

"I wont charge you for this one since it's been a long while but you gotta pay for whatever else you take from me." He says with a chuckle. I shrug and reply "No problem man." I take one of the small pills with my index finger and my thumb and throw it into my mouth. I then grab the beer that Clay is holding out to me and chug it to make sure the pill made it's way down my throat. I hand Clay the cup back and get up and circle the party. I see this really hot redhead standing beside the glass door looking out at the view of the backyard. I walk over to her and ask if she has a smoke. Since I left mine in my bag at my house. She says "Yeah, here." Like she's uninterested in me. I smile and say "Thanks, you're a life saver." She smiles and then finally tears her attention away from the backyard to look at me for the first time. Her eyes go wide and she laughs "Holy shit! You're that guy from Only Average! What are you doing here?" She says, clearly interested in me now. I shrug and say "Same reason why everyone is here. To get fucked up." She laughs and we flirt a while outside. Sharing stories about being fucked up and after a little bit we have a crowd around us. Everyone bullshitting and comparing stories. 

After a while I get bored and go into the kitchen to get a drink. I grab a solo cup and the jack and coke. I pour half and half then go to explore the house some more. I see Clay talking to Damen in the foyer so I walk up and ask whats going on. "Dude, we need to go up stairs and do some lines. You haven't done lines with us in forever!" Damen told me while grabbing my arm and leading me up to Clay's room. Clay is following behind me but brought up two fake tit friends of his. When we go into Clay's room one of the fake titted friends closed and locked the door so no one would come in and asked for freebies. I was glad that I had cash in my wallet or I would be screwed. I handed Clay a hundred and sat down in the office chair that was in front of his glass desk. I cut up the lines with a razor and when I was done I used it to make three small lines. I grabbed another hundred out of my wallet and rolled it up. After I rolled it perfectly, I used it to snort the white powder.

One, two, three. All lines up the nose in less then thirty seconds. I feel it slowly at first and then I feel it sliding down my throat and I feel it making its way up to my brain. What a rush! I don't remember why I ever quit doing this. I got up to let Clay go next and I stumbled a little. It's like the coke and ecstasy formed an alliance and started working together. I'm feeling really good now so I went to lay on the bed. One of the fake titted girls sat next to me and said "Hey, I'm Brittany. Your really hot. What's your name?" Her voice was so high pitched that if I was sober I would of shoved a dirty sock down it just to shut her up. But I'm feeling good and not sober so I say "Luke, you doin a line?" She giggled at that and I have no idea why. I look at her still expecting an answer and I never got one. Whatever, I'm getting out of here to go back to the party so I can really enjoy this high.

 When I got down stairs I headed to the kitchen just as I was finishing off my Jack and coke. I grab the nearest bottle of vodka, and chug about three shots of it. Yes, I'm feeling good but I need more. I find a girl that has weed and pills, I follow her into a bathroom that's downstairs and we snort some speed off the back of the toilet. After that I'm feeling good. I just want erase my parents. But I can't stop thinking of those assholes.They have always just been trouble. They just want whats good for themselves. They don't care about anyone other then themselves. They don't care what I do, or if I die from what I have done. I can tell them to fuck off and do a shit ton of drugs in front of them, and they woouldnt give two fucks. That is unless I go and tell the press what I did. They only care about their image. Like when I went to a rehab, they told everyone that I went to Wyoming to visit with my dad's sister for the summer. They don't give a shit about me, they just care about the money and the image they make for themselves. It's so sad, that's why I changed my last name. I didn't want anyone to know that I was related to them, and they didn't want anyone to know that they were related to me. So it worked out perfectly until that stupid bitch drugged me. That's why my parents came back, they wanted to make sure that the reporter's didn't link me and them together.

If it wasn't for her, they wouldn't be here. Just seeing them again was horrible. I wish I wasn't related to such horrible people. But I guess if I wasn't I wouldn't be the person I was today. And I wish I wasn't. I find this girl that has herion so I ask her if she wants to come to my house. She agrees but only if she can bring her friend. I yell "The more the merrier!" And they giggle like I'm the funniest man in the world. I let her drive my car since I'm way too fucked up to and I put in my address on the GPS. We pull into the driveway at four in the morning and my house is silent. I take them in through the back door and into the basement.

They compliment my house and ask what I do for a living to have such a nice house. I tell them that I am in a band and they look like they are about to suck my dick with their eyes. Taylor the girls friend pulls out a bag of heroin. "I just bought this from Clay, so we know it's gonna be good." Taylor says. "Cool." Is all I have to say and she pours it on the table. "Do you have a spoon, lighter, and alcohol swabs? I have clean needles" She asks me. I nod and head upstairs to get everything.

 I go into the kitchen to get a spoon, and walk to the front door to where my bags are still laying to get my lighter. I see the upstairs hallway light turn on and see Ryan standing at the top of the stairs rubbing his eyes. When he realizes what I'm holding he says "What the fuck are you doing?"

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Hehe cliffhanger. I still don't have Internet at my new house. So I went to the Library to type this. :) That's how much you guys mean to me. I felt bad making you wait that long without anything.

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