Stupid Boys

02 My Trip

We all know that you shouldn't take a random pill at a club. We've all heard the story about Johnny with the very promising future who took one pill at a club for the first time and died.

What you want to do is take the drugs from you're loyal drug dealer and take that at a club.

And it's brilliant because no one suspects the smart, clean 17 year old guy called Kingsley. Yeah, that's my name. I've been holding back saying it because it's the worst name of all time. And it's a white name. A white, rich name for a middle class mixed guy. But Jake calls me 'Kings' so it's alright.

"Wuttup Kings." Jake says as he walks into my room. He then throws his arm around me and waves a small plastic bag in front of my face.

"Daddy got drugs." he smirks and I stare at the small squares inside of it with little stars in the middle.

"Yes!" I hiss, snatching the bag with triumph, "I've always wanted to try LSD."

I open the bag and take out one of the squares and place it on my tongue.

"Um.. how many do I take?" I ask nervously as Jake snatches the bag and takes three entire pieces.

"Come on you sexy dumb dumb. Les' go." he slurs and leaves my room.

I don't remember how we got to the club or how we got inside. All I recall is from when we were actually there and how all the neon shapes were dancing around.

There are so many people and so many colours just doing there thing. I remember flashes of the night and the rest is just a shitload of spinning colourful ones and zeros. I remember jumping and sweating and laughing.

I remember kissing some random girl covered in tattoos and seeing Jake dancing and kissing some dude. I remember feeling on top of the world and music filling my ear drums.

"This is awesome!" I scream to Jake as everyone jumps around us. We both laugh at each other and I don't even know what's so funny but it is. We start dancing and I feel the sweat clamming up on my forehead. The whole club is bouncing and I forget who and what I am. And I feel Jakes breath on my mouth when I see how close we are. And we're moving close, together. And I close my eyes because he is. We kiss. We kiss. Jacob and I-

And I wake up with a cat on my head in a bed with a smell that I could recognise from a mile away. After I shove off Muffin, Jacob's family cat, I sit up in the covers and look around to see nothing but the normal mess of his room. I try to think to myself what happened last night? but the worst thing is - I know what happened last night. I remember everything I felt and I remember my sister driving a car and picking us up and I remember falling onto Jacobs bed and blacking out. Wait—

"Jake! What the fuck?" a squeal from Jake's younger sister, Jaime, pains my ears. I get up and walk to where the sound is coming from and I raise my eyebrows as I see the girl run out of the bathroom. She looks at home and rolls her eyes.

"I was taking a piss and he was in the fucking bathtub." she hisses and storms past me. I smirk and enter the bathroom to see Jacob filling the bathtub completely, his hands pressing either side and his legs spread apart on the rim.

"Their coming for me!" he suddenly shouts and I jolt. He turns his head to me with wide eyes like a beanie baby.

"Save yourself." he says solemnly and I sigh. Still high. And I don't even have my phone to film him.

"Holy shit. Look at my hands." he holds up his hands, eyes fixating on his palms. I raise my eyebrows, not knowing how to react.

"They're so big." he gasps and I chuckle, "And.. webbed."

He turns his hands towards each other and acts like they're polar magnetics.

"They can touch anything but themselves." he says as his fingertips connect, "Oh wait..."

So I decide to go home because he clearly will not be sober in a long time. And sure enough, I get a phone call at 2am on a Monday morning - a whole day later.

"Uh.. what?" I sleepily groan into the phone, the light of it already having blinded me.

"Bro, what the fuck happened tonight?" he laughs worriedly and I assume that he's standing over a body right now.

"Dude, that was last night. Wait.. have you been high for the entire day?" I ask, closing my eyes.

"Nah, just haven't been able to call cause I was burying the body. Did you know how much blood there is when you stab someone?" he says playfully and I sigh.

"Okay, I'm going back to sleep. See you tomorrow, yeah?" I say impatiently which doesn't suit his dramatically slow reply. I actually hear him take a deep breath and exhale into the phone.

"Yeah. G'night." he quickly mutters and hangs up. But after he does, I can't get back to sleep. Does he remember anything? Does he remember the kiss? Because that's all I can think about. What if he likes me now because of it? That would ruin our friendship.