"So, Josh...how are you?" Laura questioned, trying to keep his attention on her and not on some other girl.
"Why are you asking me this?" Josh yelped, "I'm looking like I'm feeling, baby!"
"Well." Laura laughed, "I was just wondering..."
Josh cut her off with his singing, "Sorry Ms Jackson, I am for reeeallll. Never meant to make your daughter cry, I apologize..."
"Josh!" she screamed, "Want to go somewhere quiet?"
"Some where quiet?"
"Yeah, where we can be alone...just you and me."
"And leave the party?"
"Yes."
"Leave MY party?"
"Yeah, Josh."
"Are you nuts?"
"No. I just want to be...with you."
"Well, I don't want to...be with you that is. Jeez Laura, I just wanted to dance with you, not have sex with you."
"I didn't want to have sex with you! I just wanted to get to know you better!"
"You know what, I don't want to know anymore about you. I know enough and that's all I want to know...got it?"
"Josh!"
"Shut up."
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Brooke stretched out in the driver's seat of her little white car, all the while waiting for the light to turn from red to green. "So, where are we going?" she asked, blue eyes shifting to the boy in the passanger's seat.
"I dunno." he whispered, letting his dark eyes drift out the plexi glass window.
"Well, I would of suggested hanging out at my house, but you see than I'd be badgered on why I wasn't staying at my bro's...and then I'd be forced to squeal on him. So that's ruled out." Brooke muttered, tapping her fingers lightly on the steering wheel as she drove down the abandoned roads.
"How about we chill at my place?" he chriped, "My parents are off on business and my brothers are off doing whatever at that party."
"You know what, that'd be tight." Brook said with a smile, "Where ya live?"
He thought for a second, Where did he live? "407 north 4th ave." he recalled, "that's where I live...409."
"409? I thought you said 407?" Brooke questioned raising her eyebrow slightly in his direction.
"Umm..." he gulped, "It's..."
"You don't know do you?"
"Well, it's 407 or 409...it'll be the cream colored house. You know what, I just moved in two days ago...I'm not so hot on the idea either, so I guess I didn't bother to check the house number."
"It's alright." Brooke laughed, "We'll find it." Glancing to him, she carefully studied his every feature...spikey brownish-blond streaked tresses, dark sensitive brown eyes, high cheekbones, thin pouty lips and slight facial hair. She grinned, he was a total hottie. "I'm Brooke Champine..." she laughed, "I feel so stupid for not telling you earlier."
He smirked, "I'm Thomas Valmont."
"Valmont?!" she squealed, slamming her foot down on the break, forcing her car to jerk forward forcefully before coming to a complete stop, "Did you say...Valmont?!"
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His eyes flickered open as tiredness slowly escaped his body. Glancing to the clock he realized it was midnight. "Oh, shit!" Peter yelped, pulling himself off the black leather couch, "Scott, I'm going to rip you to forking pieces!" Running up the steps, he quickly hurried into the bathroom, to touch up for the party that he was missing out on because of his damn brother.
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Jake wandered into the kitchen in time to catch a unknown boy drowning his problems with a bottle of alchol. "It ain't going to help." he grinned, slightly looking Andrew up and down.
"Like you know." he snapped angerily.
"Oh, but I do." Jake laughed, "that shit won't help, come with me and I'll give you some shit that'll release you from all your problems."
"You got stuff like that?"
"I've got shit that'll do ANYTHING."
Andrew brushed the sweat from his warm forehead and dropped the half empty bottle of Colt 45 onto the floor, "Lead the way..."
"Call me Joy Boy." Jake spat, givng Andrew a seductive smile. Andy gave him a weird look and slowly began to follow the other boy into the back room as a gust of smoke smacked him in the face. "Shea, I think this boy needs some STRONG shit."
"Your right." he giggled, "He looks like hell."
"Give him some acid." Jake snapped, sitting down next to the guy with bleach blond hair.
"I don't want to give him any of the good shit." Shea countered, giving his friend a doubtful look.
"He NEEDS some, give him some." Jake screamed, snatching the knapsack from Shea.
"No!" he squealed, "Just give him a joint!"
"Fine." Jake gave in, "But if that don't work, we'll give him something stronger."
"Okay." Shea giggled, handing a joint over to Andy who stared intently at it...antifreeze and areoplanes killing you and killing me...I'll tell you what, we can fly away. An evil grin formed across his face as he lite up and started puffing.
Jake giggled, "He likes it." Shea grinned and scooted closer to Jake, wrapping his left arm around Jake's neck and slightly pulled his head closer.
"Now, show me what I like." he whispered into Jake's ear, which sent millions of tingles down his spine. Jake leaned in close and lightly pressed his lips against shea's. Shoving Jake forcefully, Shea pinned him against the floor and rapiadly began to kiss him. Andrew watched in fear, dropping his joint into an ashtray before loosing his stomach on the floor.
"Damn, you guys are fucking sick!" Andrew cried, feeling another wave of vomit crawl up the back of his throat.
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Megan brushed a lock of reddish-blond hair from her face as she slowly pulled away from Luke. A smile spread across her face as she leaned in to kiss him. Gently, Luke moved around her, avoiding the kiss. "I wonder what Josh is doing." Luke said calmly, slowly making his way out of Josh's bedroom and down the front steps.
He noticed the party was calming down, most of the people were passed out on the floor or sitting around chugging alchol. Josh and about ten other people were drunk as hell and dancing. Scanning the room, Luke noticed Ashley was sitting on the floor talking with a dark brown haired boy.
"Hey, Ash." Luke called, wandering over to where she was sitting against the wall.
"Hi Luke." she commented.
"Have you seen my sister?" he asked, feeling a little uneased by the annoyed look on Ashley's face.
"No. Not since the JoeHo thing." Ashley spat, "Why?"
"Well, I haven't seen her around, do you think she took off?"
"Probably. It's something she'd do to me. Leave me stranded at a party."
"Well, your not exactly alone."
"Well, I don't have a ride home."
"Home? I thought you were staying at Brooke's?"
"Who's staying at your house."
"That's so you can be HERE all night and NOT get busted." Luke spat, "Are you so uninformed about the white lies Brooke used?"
"She doesn't tell me much of anything."
"That's because your...uggh...nevermind." Luke growled, turning and going to find a phone so he could call his sisters cellphone. Got to get to the source, and a friend with P.M.S. doesn't quite help with that.