One Word | H.S.

Chapter Eleven

AN: Play the song when things go to shit. You'll know.

Buckle up.

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Wasted.

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Okay, so things may have gotten a little out of hand.

Mia's on the table, her shirt across the room, leaving her in only her sports bra as she sways to the music. Millie stands in front of her lover, her hands clapping in support as she basks in the beauty of my best friend. Cade's shot-gunning his thirteenth beer, his cheeks damp from the malt beverage. And, Auggie sits on the couch, an unlit cigarette perched in between his lips as he reenacts a scene from an old gangster film.

Though the air has been gassed with rigidity, it slowly dissipated as we continued our excessive drinking, any dignity we had flying out the window.

Harry sits on the loveseat, blinking slow as he holds a full handle of Balvenie. His eyes look like Christmas, the redness of his whites accentuating the jade irises.

When Millie went to grab the tequila, Harry joined, only to return with his own liquor. I can't say I expected anything less, I was just shocked to see how prepared everyone was for fucking game night.

I still have yet to break into my own personal supply. Drinking tequila that my friends brought is one thing; drinking my own, stowed alcohol is a whole different battle. Though, they are aware of my drinking, the topic remains untouched, the discussion unheard.

It feels as though I'm a ticking bomb, acknowledgement of my problems being the match, ready to set me off before the truth destroys everything that is around me.

Harry's eyes occasionally look up, loud noises startling him out of his drunk daze. It's all rather eerie, his lack of speech. There has been an occasional cough, but the boy has remained silent.

On the other hand, my horrendous voice bellows throughout the tiny apartment, the music pushing out my inner star as I hold the tequila bottle as my microphone.

I'm sure the neighbors can hear, but that's a-okay with me.

Janice and her fish can suck my dick, on soft. 

Harry pinches his brow, his face narrowing in disgust as I continue to belt.

"I'm going down! Fuck-" My head snaps to Mia, my eyes widening as my best friend falls topless on her girlfriend, a couple of beers shattering in the process.

I don't have a broom. I threw it away after I tripped on it. Fuck brooms.

"Touchdown!" Cade yells, his arms fly up, both hands occupied with beers as Auggie joins in with the cheering. "I broke something, call the police!" Mia winces in pain, her hands grabbing her foot as her actions only result in more laughter.

Our jovial dispositions continue, smiles never fading from our faces as we laugh at Mia's pain. She shoots a middle finger, making a point to flash it to each individual, even Harry.

My depressing thoughts seem to silence for the evening, the smile on my face growing more genuine with every exchange. Unsure of whether or not it was the liquor or the company I kept, maybe both, I wonder if this is how people normally feel.

Happy.

Though, everyone always seems happy. People are the magicians and their 'happiness' was the final act. The attendees would bask in amazement as the skeptics knew it was nothing but a trick.

However, the skeptics are usually the saviors. You can fool yourself before you could ever fool them.

"Can we please go to bed?" Harry begs, his face glowering as long, chestnut locks fall further onto his face. The rest of us glance at one another, small smiles forming on our lips in response to Harry's annoyed demeanor.