They made their usual rounds. Going into every drug store in a 10-block radius from the alley, behind the furniture warehouse. Each one of the four would go into a drug store, and go straight to the cold remedy aisle and buy (or most likely steal) as much cough syrup as they could - usually no more than 2 bottles- and than go to the next drug store. When they had enough syrup that they could no longer carry anymore they went back to the alley.
Harry was the first to return; he dumped 9 bottles into an old desk and sat down on a nearby couch. It was old and torn and reeked of urine, but you get used to things like that. Avan came only two minutes after Harry did; he dumped his load (7 bottles), minus 2, into the desk. He threw a bottle at Harry. Harry sat up, peeled off the plastic seal, pushed down on the cap as he twisted it counter clockwise.
"Those childproof bottles sure are hard to open" Harry took a sip of the bitter medicine. Hmmm, nice and thick, Avan got some good stuff.
"I don't think they planned for some stud 12 year olds like us ripping through these things like twinkies." Avan laughed, than took a chug of his bottle. He jumped up on an old entertainment center, and rested in the little nook where the TV would have been. Harry lay flat on the couch now, sipping his syrup and starring up at the black smog clouds in the sky. Avan made no effort to speak; he rather enjoyed the quiet as he drank his little drink. All he wanted to do was feel the warmth.
Than Franky came. He was laughing wildly, his easily recognizable laugh. Neither Harry nor Avan bothered to look, they both knew it was him. When the laugh got close though they made out another voice. Harry shot up from his couch and stared at Franky, who had his arms round some girl. Franky did the normal thing. He dropped his load -a nice load too, 15 bottles- holding on to 2. He handed one to the girl; a black girl, with a nice pair, from her face you could see she was a young girl barely 13, 14 tops. Her chest though, they were the size of overblown balloons, it was as though she had gone through puberty 4 times.
Franky walked over to Avan and gave him a little head bob, Avan returned the gesture, and went straight back to his bottle. Franky took a seat next to Harry. Harry kept his eyes on the little black girl, he felt an elbow in his side, "She's a nice one, eh?"
"Definitely Franky"
"Let me and her get the couch buddy" Franky gave a shitty little grin. Harry stared at that smile. He hated Franky's guts, he wanted to beat the shit out of him right than and there, and than go and bang that girl. However, Franky could kick Harry's ass in a second, and harry knew this. Plus Harry had no chance of scoring with the girl. Franky did, and has before. Hell he could probably get her to take off her top and let the guys look at them. Franky always did like showing his kittens off.
"No doubt, Franky" Harry stood, and walked toward some old chairs. Franky gestured to the girl, who was nearly halfway through her bottle (this was a good sign for Franky), and she came and sat next to him.
Avan had heard the commotion, and knew all that occurred even if he hadn't opened his eyes once during the affair. It always disgusted him how trampy these girls were that Franky brought, and the way Harry would drool for them. Last time Avan had caught a glimpse of Harry rubbing his thing over his jeans, as he watched Franky feeling up some girl. "Yo Avan"
"Yeah Franky" Avan took a sip, and didn't bother opening his eyes to see Franky's latest check on his score sheet.
"Did you score some of that quality shit like I told ya too?" Avan took a sip.
"Yeah" Damn Franky always wants to act like the boss, especially when he has those dumb little girls with him. Avan always got the good stuff, not because anyone told him too, but because he knew exactly which ones to get, and where and how to get them. Stupid horny Franky, hopefully he'll catch something from those girls. Haha. Avan opened his eyes, lifted his bottle to Fanky as if he were making a toast. Franky returned it and they both took a deep and heavy chug, Usually Avan would make his point by downing an entire bottle as Franky barely drank a spoon full, but Avan's bottle was some nice thick stuff, and he was enjoying it too much. Plus he might choke on trying to down a bottle of such a thick liquid.
Avan returned to his little nook, and shut his eyes as he continued to drink. Franky had his arm round the girl's waist and was whispering shit into her ears. She was smiling like a cartoon bunny. Harry sat watching the sight, feeling his little prick getting hard and scratching at his denim.
Harry drank more rapidly, as Franky stared making more and more moves. Franky had begun to focus on her face, making sure to caress her cheek and stare into her eyes. That was important. Eye to Eye contact, a girl trusts you when you can look into her eyes and not shutter. The black girl began to fiddle with her hair, and smile wildly as Franky spoke so much wonderful nonsense about how he was going to become a famous millionaire someday, and how she'd be his wife and he'd get her everything she wanted and needed. She enjoyed the fantasy, and even believed it. Franky began to rub her back softly. Tingles went through her body, as she drank more of the syrup; downed what was left.
Franky laughed, grabbed the empty and threw it towards Harry. "Get her another one"
Harry sat there a moment, stunned. He was about to throw the bottle back at Franky but didn't even make a move to do it. He just went to the old desk, opened the drawer, and handed the bottle to Franky. Franky gave him that shitty grin, smile all you want Franky I didn't give you that bottle because you told me to. No. No damn way. I just want to see that girl messed up. He sat back on his wooden chair, and reached for his bottle he left on the ground. He noticed some green liquid slowly emerging itself from underneath the couch.
He went around and looked at the floor behind the couch. There was Jay, lying there asleep. "Avan, Franky, I think Jay got some of the sleepy stuff."
Avan leaped from his nook, and took a sip as he went to see. Franky gave the girl a smile than turned to lean over the couch
"Should I try and wake him?"
"Why, let him get his rest"
"The hell with that, I say you 2 grab him and put him beneath that thing by the door"
"You mean the ramp?"
"Yeah, yeah, that thing"
Avan looked toward Harry. Harry was too preoccupied with the girl's boobs to even know what Franky had said. Avan hit his shoulder, "Get his arms"
Avan bent over and grabbed Jay's ankles; Harry did the same with Jay's shoulders. Jay was a small guy, so he wasn't too hard to lift. They were carrying him across the alley when Jay began to move violently. They let go of Jay and he fell against the concrete. "Damn, man. Can't you guys let a guy take a rest"
Jay sat up and rubbed his elbows. "What the hell Jay, we tell you not to get the sleepy stuff, why you got to be acting stupid?"
"Relax Harry," Jay got up to his feet. "I likes the sleep stuff, gives me nice dreams"
Avan went to the desk and grabbed another bottle for himself, and offered one to Jay. Jay shook his head. "Not my brand"
Harry grabbed the bottle from Avan's hand. Avan went back up to his nook. Harry back to his viewing chair.
"My stuff is right here in this drawer" Jay tapped on the opposite end of the desk, and pulled a drawer open. Took out a bottle of green stuff gave it a kiss, than shut the drawer. "Sup franks"
Franky looked at Jay, gave a quick head bob, and went back to the girl.
"I see your busy," he took a step toward the entertainment center Avan residented in. "How's it going Avan?"
With his eyes shut, he took a sip from his fresh bottle of syrup, than turned his head away from the alley and Jay.
"Not in the talking mood, I see" Jay span around, than pointed toward Harry. "I'd ask you what's up Harry, but I can plainly see what is"
There was a roar of laughter. All three, plus the little black girl, were laughing at Harry. Harry blushed, and stood up and began to scream at Jay. "SHUT YOUR HOLE YA LITTLE PRICK"
Jay put his hands in the air than pointed at Harry's crotch, "I don't think you should be saying I have a little prick"
A roar of laughter. "FUCK YOU!", Harry walked up to Jay and punched him square in the jaw. Jay's feeble little body flew back. Harry leaped on top of him as soon as he hit the floor, and began to punch wildly at Jay "I'LL TEACH YOU TO TALK SHIT"
Avan fell from his heaven as Franky leaped from the girl's grasp; Franky kicked the side of Harry's head as Avan tossed him off Jay. Avan picked up Jay; he was bleeding horribly from his mouth and eye. Franky sat on top of Harry, "What the hell is wrong with you?! You attacks a friend cause he is joking around, just goofing on you a bit. Why you got to be so stupid?!"
Franky slapped Harry, than stood up. Harry was holding his head; the kick that Franky had landed had sent him into a daze. His head throbbed painfully as everything became only white flashes. His ears ringed with the most painful buzzing.
Avan looked at Harry and knew that Harry was in serious pain, but in a way that was his karmic justice. He turned to Jay, "you got some nasty cut over your eye, we better go put something on it"
Jay nodded and they walked off. Franky waved at them as they left, and returned his gaze at Harry. He shook his head in rage, he felt like beating his ass for what he had done.
"I want to go home." Franky turned to the little girl, he had forgotten she was there.
"OK. Go home." Franky turned away from her, she was a bit shocked, but than she got up and left. Franky sat on the couch, looking down at Harry, who had begun to crawl around, a bit. Franky got up, stepped over Harry, and opened the drawer and got another bottle of syrup. He stood there drinking it for awhile.
Harry was crawling about, trying to stand on all fours, but couldn't manage to hold up his weight. So instead he dragged himself toward Franky's feet. Harry grabbed a hold of Franky's shorts and began pulling himself up, his free hand up in the air waiting for some assistance from his friend.
Franky slapped the hand away, and shook his leg short of Harry's grasp. He spat at him and than walked away.
Harry was left alone in the alley. He rolled himself on to his back, and stared at the sky. It was so bright, a blue-ish gray, that got whiter every second. Harry shut his eyes, and let his head roll to the side, he was taking deep breaths. The rhythm of his breath matched the throbbing in his head. The loud ringing had turned into a steady buzz. Harry opened his eyes, the light flooded into his eyes; it was so bright. He made out the shadow of something.
Up ahead. There was something waiting. Yes he could see it. It looked so good. It was the end. No more pain. No more laughter. No more alley. No more shit. An end, to the sickness of life. He reached towards it, and grabbed hold. He held tightly and drew it near him. He felt the warm syrup slowly going down his throat. He nearly smiled.
Through his shuteyes he made out the flashing red and blue lights, and the sound of footsteps coming toward him. He pressed the bottle to his lips and poured some more down his throat. Someone kicked the bottle from his hands, and he felt arms grab him. He felt much but knew little of what was occurring. He tried to open his eyes, makes sense, but it all spun. Only flashes of coherent images and thought.
He once again was lying down. On something softer this time. Much more comfortable, felt almost like a cloud. He lifted his head, opened his eyes, and only saw bright red and blue flashes of light.
