*Tommy*

I giggled as I swayed slightly on my feet, the weed beginning to take it's full affect on me.

"Watch it," Jake giggled as I almost fell ontop of him on the bed, but I ended up on the floor instead.

"I see purty colors..." Jake grinned, "Hey Tooommy... what's your favorite color......?"

"Um.... gween," I slurred slightly, falling onto the bed beside him, "God.. I don't think I've ever been so hiiiigh before..."

"Me either," Jake grinned, "I feel so funny... and horny."

"You're ALWAYS horny," I grinned, climbing between his legs, "Lemme suck your dick Jake...?"

"Umm okay," Jake shrugged with a grin, before pushing his boxers off his hips.

I giggled as his dick slapped against his stomach wetly. I blew on his head gently before swallowing his whole length, sucking him roughly.

"Oooh FUCK!" Jake groaned loudly, his hips thrusting against my mouth, "Suck it Tommy..."

"Guys, dinner's-" Benji trailed off as he spotted us, before he laughed slightly, "Sorry to interrupt, but hurry and finish. Dinner's here."

Dad left the room quickly and left us to ourselves, either oblivious to or choosing to ignore the smell of pot in the room. It wasn't soon before Jake came, not caring about holding it out right now. I quickly shoved his boxers on him.

"Okay... Jakeey... we just gotta pull ourselves together," I said, pushing my hair sort of normal as he sat up. It was difficult to pull it together as we had both smoked more pot combined, througout that day, than our fathers probably have in their whole lives.

"Ok. Ok I can do it..." he said, getting up brushing himself off.

"Yeah and if we pull it off after dinner we can try out some of the other shit I got," I said, half bribing him and half bribing myself to not say anything stupid during dinner.

"Like what?" he asked.

"I dont know but they're white and my friend said to crush em up and snort them," I pushed him lightly through the door as he was going through the door. We both went downstairs and took our seats at the table.

"Holy shit..." Joel said immediately, walking over to us. He pulled Jake's face up to look at him and stared intently.

"You're high aren't you?" Benji asked. Damn they were good. But I guess it was obvious.

"N...No. Course not," I said, shifting nervously.

"Liar. You know you are."

"NO I'M NOT!" I insisted.

"Then what the hell is wrong with your eyes?" Joel asked.

"Nothing, they're fine," I lied again.

"Stop it Tom. Don't lie to me," Benji said sternly but I continued to shake my head.

"No you have no right to accuse me."

"Admit it; I smelled the pot when I came up there," Benji snorted.

"DAD IT'S ONLY POT IT'S NO BIG DEAL!" Jake yelled. Damnit, he had to say that.

"I knew it. I fucking knew it," Joel said, throwing his arms in the air.

"Fuck Jake now you've done it," I punched the table and stormed into our room. I noticed Jake never followed me and could only imagine the interrogation he was probably suffering.

*Joel*

"Why do you and Tommy insist on doing drugs?" I asked Jake, feeling upset that they'd want to destroy themselves like that.

Jake didn't answer me and only stared at the table. "Don't you know you could die at a much younger age than what's normal?" I demanded, feeling tears threaten to spill over at the

thought of my sons dying.

"Why is it such a big deal?" Jake muttered.

"Because I don't want you two to fuck up your lives," I all but yelled, trying to remain calm and be strong, "I don't want you guys to ge hurt."

"We won't," Jake muttered.

I sighed and fought to keep my tears at bay. "Just... go upstairs," I muttered, waving my hand in the direction of the stairs. Jake got up and hurried upstairs, and I could hear him stumbling along the way.

"You okay Joely?" Benji asked and wrapped his arms around me as I let a few tears escape.

"I want them to stop," I whispered, "I don't want our kids to die from drugs."

"I know I know," Benji whispered, "How about this, when they go out again we'll clear their room of all the drugs and stuff they have. And we'll just try to do whatever it takes to make them stop. We'll even say no when the ask to have sex with us."

I snorted slightly at this comment, nodding my head. "Yeah... we'll make them stop," I nodded determinedly, "We have to."

"Its amazing.." Benji laughed "How up until we were like, twenty six, we did every drug on the planet and our sons do pot and we have fits," he said, rubbing my back.

"Yeah I know but I just don't want them to get hurt," I explained.

"I know. Me niether. Which is why we have to get them to quit. I mean. It's pot its not that hard to break the habit," he said optimistically.

"Yeah I'm sure we could handle it," I said.

*Jake*

"Tom I don't know if we should," I said apprehensively as he began crushing up a white pill.

"Shut up Jake it's no big deal. They won't come up here," he said, taking his school ID and using it to cut lines on the top of the dresser, then handing me a straw.

"But what if they DO?"

"Don't worry about it so much. It'll be great," he said. Reluctantly, I took the straw, and proceeded to snort. Whatever this crap was.

"Ooh its startin to kick in.." Tom said, smiling with half lidded eyes. My head started to swim and I soon felt.. better than I had. EVER.

"Whoa," I breathed, leaning against Tom.

"This is niice," He giggled, craning his neck to kiss me. I could hear both Dad's footsteps coming but I ignored it.

I'm sure the night wasn't as great as Tom had promised with the prospect of our parents walking in on our SEVERELY stoned states and realizing we'd tried something else right after that.

The next morning I woke up on the bathroom floor with no recollection of any of it however...

"Jake... Jake get up," Tommy said, shaking me awake, "You've been sleeping there the whole night?"

"Uh yeah," I groaned as I felt my neck was stiff, "I didn't realize it though..."

"That was some pretty strong shit," Tommy laughed, "Are you okay now?"

"Yeah," I muttered, feeling my head pounding, "I don't Tommy... I don't know if I wanna keep doing this. I always feel like shit afterwards. I mean yeah, it feels good to begin with, but then after that you feel even more shitty than you first did."

"But it's fun," Tommy insisted, "You just gotta get used to it. Come on, let's get some breakfast."

I nodded and let him help me downstairs, holding my head as the pounding continued. "What's wrong with you?" Benji asked, looking at me closely, "You're not stoned again are you? Joel would shit a brick."

"No I'm not," I groaned, "My head is pounding."

"Here, lemme get some painkillers," Benji said, pushing me to sit on the sofa. Moments later he returned with two pills in his hand and a glass of water. "Here," Benji said, "It's Motrin. It'll help your headache."

I took the medicine from him and swallowed them, suddenly feeling sick. "Are you sure you're not coming down with a cold or something?" Tommy asked, feeling my forehead, "You DO feel kinda warm."

"Yeah," Benji nodded, feeling my forehead, "Do you feel sick?"

I nodded, sneezing suddenly. "Alright, back into bed for you," Benji said, helping me up, "You need rest before you get even more sick."

Dad tucked me into bed and told me just to stay there. I wonder if this has anything to do with the drugs. Probably not. Just my fucked immune system. I watched as Tommy cut a few more lines.

"Ah fuck Tom not again," I groaned.

"Oh come ON Jake it's no big deal. You know you want it," he taunted me. It was true... I did have a craving. The point is not to give in and 'cause some fucking addiction.

"Ok fine." It was very not OK and fine to me. But Tommy would never try and make me do something that would hurt me. He loves me and I trust him. If this would cause too many problems for me, he wouldn't ask. sucked back a wad of snot to clear my nostris to at least give the shit a fighting chance. He went first, snorting it up and tilting his head back as to not loose any. I wondered briefl if I could mix over-the-counter painkillers with this but follwoed suit anyway.

"See no biggie," he said, scratching and rubbing his left nostril.

"Yeah, it's not," I agreed, feeling its effects already. Tommy climbed into my bed with me.

"Wanna fuck?"

"Your gonna catch my cold," I said, but a second later I didn't care as much as my thoughts were becoming jumbled.

"I don't care," he said, rolling ontop of me.

"Yeah me either.." I pulled his head down to kiss me but someone opened the door. He jumped off and fell right off the bed.

"Oh. Sorry," Joel laughed, "Your father told me you were sick. Are you ok?"

"Y... yeah I'm fine," I said, sitting up, trying not to give int dizzyness and keep it under control.

"...Are you sure?" he asked, looking around the room. No doubt looking for the smell of pot hiding in corners but found nothing. "Is that my liscense? I've been looking for that." He said walking over to the bedside table and picking it up, watching a small bit of white dust fall onto the table. He looked at me, not angrily, but more satisfied he'd finally found the reason for my odd behaviour. I fell back against the bed and tried to block him out and just feel the high and hope hed maybe go away but he didn't.

"EXPLAIN," he said.

"Dad go awayyyy..." I whined, pulling the covers over my head.

"Not until you explain," Joel said determinedly.

"He's got a cold," Tommy said in my defense, but the way he said it was sorta unbelieveable.

"I know that but explain this," Joel said, flicking his liscense again and watching as a few white dust particles fell from it.

Neither Tommy or I said anything and Joel nodded. "Uh huh," He nodded, "Are you two determined to kill yourselves? Y'know what, fine. If you wanna fuck your lives up, go ahead, but don't come running back to us when you need help getting it back in order."

"What did he say...?" Tommy asked dazedly as Joel left.

"I don't know... " I shrugged, pulling the covers off my head, "Tommy I don't wanna do drugs no more," I whined, "It makes me feel sick and my head hurts so much."

Tommy didn't say anything for a moment. "Okay," he said quietly, "I'll do it myself then."

"Nooo," I said, struggling to stay focussed, "I don't want either one of us to do it anymore."

"Okay..." Tommy trailed off, collapsing onto the bed with me as he tried to stand, but he gave up and laid there.

"I'm sorry Jake," he whispered, "I can't.."

*Benji*

"For fucks sake after dinner the other day you... UGH. WHY!? Joel had SUCH A FIT yesterday. Why can't you just cut it out?" I asked Tommy and Jake, who sat on the couch looking like little kids caught stealing candy.

"Don't be a hypocrite," Jake whispered.

"...Excuse me?" I snapped

"You know you've done drugs before. I wouldn't be surprised if you and Dad still did," he said, his voice steadily becoming more angry.

"Yeah we DID a LONG time ago and we stopped before we FUCKED UP OUR LIVES!" I sighed, "Come on don't fuck up your lives like this you're too young."

"Were perfectly capable of making descisions for ourselves," Tommy said.

"I know. I know..." I said sitting beside them, "But I'm your Dad.. I'm SUPPOSED to be worried and protective."

"You know you don't seem as upset as Joel about it..." Tom said.

"I'm not," I sighed, "I agree with you saying you are old enough to decide. But I just want to do everything in my power to change your mind." I watched Tom and Jake both fidget randomly.

"Uh. I'm gonna go watch some TV," Tom said, leaving the room quickly, Jake got up to follow.

"You're both going to do more drugs aren't you?" I asked, and Jake looked at me saddened.

"I don't want to," he said gloomily.

"So you're gonna quit?" I asked, elated that he had listened.

"...I can't."

"No.. No don't think like that..." I said, standing up..

"I have too. Even Tommy said the same thing. I'll stop.. But not now," he said, walking out of the room quickly. I followed him and entered the room just as both of them finished up.

"I'm sorry," Jake said simply.

"Don't be..." I said, carefully trying to decide if I really wanted to go through with it, "I'm doing drugs with you."

"What... why?" Jake asked, looking at me like I'd lost my mind, which I was pretty sure I had.

"Because... I don't know," I muttered, already feeling the affects, "Holy shit..."

"You okay?" Tommy asked carefully. I managed to nod my head. Maybe I'd get them so worried over me, that I could tell them the only way I'll stop is if THEY stop. They'll stop unless they want me to get hurt.

Jake giggled suddenly, before falling onto me, knocking us both onto the bed.

"Good one dipshit," I giggled, hugging him close to me and kissing him roughly, "I wanna fuck you Jake."

"Nothing's stopping you," he smiled at me, kissing me again, "And Tommy can fuck you..."

I looked at Tommy who grinned and nodded dazedly, and I wasn't entirely sure that he knew what he was agreeing to.

Jake kissed me roughly before flicking my shirt off my head and tossing it onto the floor.

"Mmm..." he sighed as I kissed his neck and Tommy stripped his own clothes off slowly, tripping a few times over his baggy pants.

I snaked a hand into Jake's pants and stroked him slowly, teasingly, before slipping his pants and boxers off.

"Mmm..." he sighed again as his dick slapped against his stomach wetly, "C'mon Daddy... take you clothes off toooo..."

Soon I was aware of nothing in existence except for fucking Jake and being fucked by Tommy. There was no recognition of pace and rhythem just... US, and movement and sex. It was invigorating, and refreshing. After all these years I forgot what was so alluring about sex and drugs, but I was well aware now of what I was missing. It was so much better. It was like all those times with Joel when we were young. It was just plain good sex. Great sex.

"H..Oh shit Dad.. I'm cumming..." Jake practically squeaked as his voice rose in pitch and he came all over the floor or something. He was facing away from me. So we ended up being front to back and front to back. His muscles clenched and soon I felt myself releasing inside of him. I layed on his back spent for about another minute as Tommy pounded into me before an orgasm racked his own body and he collapsed with us.

A few... well I don't know how much longer it was, I woke up, still lying with them, naked. Both of them were well awake and lying on ether side of me, tracing some of the tattoos on my chest with their fingertips. I felt like shit but I managed a smile.

"Morning," I said.

"Evening actually. You passed out on us before," Tom smiled.

"Sorry about that guys," I apologised.

"That's ok we just fucked each other," Jake laughed. "Ya know once ya get used to it again you'll be able to go all night without dieing on us."

"Yeah," I forced a smile. When I get used to it again. I had to admit I was willing to do it again. I felt so damn guilty. I wanted to tell Joel. But I wasn't sure if I should.

"Well well well," Joel laughed as he stood in the doorway, "Did you guys all have fun without me?"

"Heaps," Tommy nodded with a smile, "Dad fell asleep after only one fuck fest."

"Aww poor Benji can't take all the pleasure?" Joel teased, helping me off the floor.

I stuck my tongue out at Joel and pouted. "Stop being so mean to me."

"We're not mean," Jake smiled sweetly, "We're just being truthful."

"Ouch," I pouted, "Fine then, I just won't have sex with you anymore. I'll limit myself to Joel only. At least HE doesn't pick on me."

"Riiight," Tommy laughed, climing into my lap, "You'd miss us and you know it."

"Yeah yeah," I grinned, kissing him, "I guess I would."

"See?" Jake grinned, "You NEED us."

"Right," Joel laughed, "Are you guys gonna get dressed or stay naked all night?"

I laughed as Jake and Tommy yelled, "NAKED!"

"Guess you got your answer," I giggled, kissing Joel softly.

"Well you guys better get dressed cause we're going shopping and you're all coming with me and Faith's coming and were gonna drop her off at her friends house and she doesn't need to be subjected to your nakedness," Joel said and I pouted more.

"No sex?"

"Yes we can later." Joel said, throwing us our clothes. Sometimes I wish he was just a *little* bit sluttier.

"Idiot," Jake grumbled.

"DON'T call me an idiot Jake," Joel said sternly, "You're still treading on thin ice with me."

Why did he have to be so. Fatherly?

"Oh FINEEEE."

*Joel*

"Ok Faith you call me if you need anything ok?" I said, handing her, her sleeping bag.

"Yessss Dad."

"Okay have fun," I called, waving to her as she ran up the driveway to her friend. I climbed back into the car and started driving down the small back road.

"Hey dad?...Joel dad?" Jake asked.

"Yeah?"

"Did you ever... Think about like. Trying drugs again?" I slammed on breaks, sending everyone flying.

"NO!" I yelled.

"Come ONNNNNNN Dad! You can't say you didn't enjoy it when you were younger!" He insisted.

"WHAT are you ASKING me this for!? NO I DON'T WANT TO DO DRUGS WITH YOU JAKE OUR RELATIONSHIPS IN THIS FAMILY ARE FUCKED UP ENOUGH!"

"WELL BENJI DID IT!" Tom yelled. Jake smacked his hand over Tom's face and Benji looked terrified.

"Um. Excuse me I think I misheard that.. What did you say?" I asked seething with anger but convinced I had misheard. "TELL ME!!!"

"Tell me what you said," I said, trying to stay calm. No way did I just hear that Benji was doing drugs WITH them.

"That came out wrong," Jake said slowly, "He was referring to the fact that you and Benji did it when you were our age."

"You did drug WITH them?" I demaned of Benji, "We're supposed to make them STOP, not do drugs WITH THEM!"

"Joel, step outside with me please," Benji said, giving me a stern look.

I sighed in frustration and got out of the car, slamming the door shut. "What?" I demanded, "And please explain what I just heard."

"I only did it because I figured I could maybe scare them... y'know, do it once with them and then ACT like we keep doing it, then we can ACT like we're getting really physically sick from the drugs, and maybe we'll SCARE them enough that they'll stop. Y'know make them think we're gonna die from it and then slowy get better when we "stop" the drugs which we weren't even doing. Do you get what I'm saying?" Benji explained.

"So.. it's all a big act then?" I asked, thinking this over, "Make them think we're the world's biggest drug addicts and that we're gonna die from it so they'll stop?"

Benji nodded, smiling at the fact that I caught onto what he was saying. "We'll tell them we're gonna keep doing drugs as long as they are, but we act like we're getting real sick from them in like... three days from now. And we'll convince them that we're gonna dye and make them think we don't care, and tell them that the only way we'll stop is if they stop."

"That is the MOST fucked-up idea I've ever heard Benj," I said, "But it just might work. At this point I'll do anything to make them kick the habit for good. And... DID you really do drugs with them earlier?"

"It was part of my wonderful plan," Benji grinned, "And trust me, it wasn't all that fun like it used to be when we were younger."

"Okay... Ok... I can deal with that. But let's change the idea when we're.. "high", they get no sexual gratification. At all. Ok?" I said. To fake a high and then fuck them wouldn't turn them off from the idea.

"Yeah that's what I should have done but I just had to have them SEE me do it the first time so they'd beleive it so I was all fucked up but believe me, my only motivation was my plan," he insisted.

"It's alright I believe you. Now get in the car," I said, sliding into the driver's seat. Both Tommy and Jake were silent.

"It's ok guys your father and I talked it over," I said.

"And... Everythings ok?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah. More than okay," I smiled.

"What do you mean?" Jake looked at me strangely.

"I mean Benj convinced me it wasn't that big of a deal. As a matter of fact I might even wanna try some tonight."

"Are you SERIOUS!?" Jake gasped.

"YOU overprotective-mommie-like Joel who wont even let us drink wine with dinner on special occasions is gonna do drugs???" Tom asked, astonished.

"Yeah. I was overreacting. It's no big deal," I said, restarting the car. "You're ok with that right? or is this just a non-Joel activity?"

"N... No we think it's great its just such a. Change of heart," Tom said.

"Yeah yesterday you pitched a fit," Jake laughed. I cringed as I really did not believe I had pitched a fit.

"Yeah well, things change." I faked a laugh.

"Obviously," Tom finally smiled. "This is so fuckin cool. You two are the coolest parents on the east coast."

"We try tom, we try," Benji nodded.

"Anyway you guys I wanna get good and wasted tonight to make up for the what? 13 years of hard work to stay drug free?" I layed it on real thick.

"Uh sure. Whatever you say dad." Jake said.

"Yeah. You do that." Tom added.

"Let's act like we're wasted now," Benji whispered to me later that night, "Like, I'm talking totally wasted beyond wasted."

I grinned and nodded, before we walked upstairs and down the hall to our room, laughing and talking loudly and making it sound like we were high as the clouds.

"You're sooooo pwetty Joely," Benji grinned at me, then winked as Tommy and Jake peeked out of their room quietly, "You're sooooo funny too...."

"Thanks you Beejey," I grinned, stumbling into the room, and really tripping on my own feet and landing on the floor.

Benji giggled like a school girl and collapsed beside me. "That was FUN!!" he grinned, "Can I do it again Joely???"

"Do wha?" I asked, making it look like I was dazed.

"Woah... I didn't know they had it in them," Jake giggled as he and Tommy came into the room, "Are you guys okay?"

"We're GOOD!" I grinned, stumbling to my feet only to fall on the floor again.

"Exactly how much pot did you smoke?" Tommy asked us.

"Um....this whole thing..." Benji trailed off, giggling as he held up a big baggie that we'd gotten from their stash and emptied and flushed down the toilet without actually smoking any, "Thw WHOOLLE thing!!!"

I stiffed a laugh as Tommy and Jake's jaws dropped and they stared at us in shock. "That much?!" Jake gasped, "Do you have a death wish or something?!"

"Maybe," I giggled, crawling my way onto the bed, "I'm seepy Beejey."

*Tommy*

I watched as the threw themselves into the bed just... lying there.

"I wasn't aware you could get that high from smoking POT of all things..." I said.

"I wasn't aware you could get that high..." Jake replied flatly.

"Is it healthy to smoke that much?" I asked.

"Aparantly nobodys ever overdosed from pot. And come on its POT its not a big deal..."

"Yeah thats what I thought. before. that." I gestured to Joel, who fell off the bed.

"Y..Yeah they are way to high to deal with right now..." He said, grabbing my hand and pulling me away. Inside our rooms I felt more comfortable... freaking out.

"HOLY SHIT."

"I know. What the hell WAS that? They must have been SERIOUSLY fucked up man... Damn...

I've never seen anyone act that way..." Jake shook his head.

"Maybe it's cause they're old?" I suggested.

"They're not THAT old Tom... And even if they were... Oh forget it." He sighed.

"I thought it would be cool to have them do drugs with us but.."

"It's scary." He finished my sentence.

"Very."

"I don't feel like doing anything tonight... Maybe like. Tomorow with them so we can watch how much they take." Jake suggested.

"Yeah." I nodded, even though right then I was craving some of those pills REAL bad. "We'll just wait until they are almost normal again." I pulled off my shirt and pants and hopped into

bed.

"Climb in." I said, and Jake crawled next to me, cuddling up to my side.

"I was thinking about all those things where like. the parents become total druggies and shit... and..."

"Shut up Jake you know that wont happen you just inherited Joels paranoia. Seriously they're doing exactally what we were doing." I said.

"I know but there's something about them that just. Blergh. I dont know. Lets just get some sleep ok?" He said, kissing me on the lips.

"Yeah, good idea." I said, reaching across and turning off the lamp.

*Benji*

"Mission accomplished for day one," I grinned at Joel as I came back into the room, "They're planning to get high WITH us tomarrow, so we'll have to act high before they ask us."

Joel grinned and nodded, patting the space on the bed beside him. "We should've taken up acting as well as music," Joel smiled, "We rock."

"That we do," I grinned and kissed Joel softly, "Hopefully we'll scare them enough so they'll stop."

"I hope all this pays off," Joel replied, settling down in my arms, "I really do want them to stop."

"Yeah.. but let's get to bed now," Benji said softly, pulling the cover over us.

I didn't remember falling asleep, but I woke up early the next day. Benji was already awake and watching me sleep. "Morning," he smiled, "Ready for phase two of our plan?"

"Oh yes," I grinned, "Make them think we're stoned around the clock."

"Yep," Benji grinned, "This is actually pretty fun."

I laughed and shook my head. "You're too much Benj," I smiled, "But yes, let's set to work. Are they donwstairs?"

"Mmm hmm," Benji nodded, getting out of bed, "Let us work our magic."

I giggled as Benji playfully tripped on purpose. "Nice practice," I laughed, and he grinned at me. "Thanks ya," he winked, "Time to act stoned once again."

"Hiiee Guys" I said to tommy and Jake, with loads of enthusiasm, yet I maintained a dazed sound.

"Hey... Dad." Jake said from the table.

"Heeeey You wanna make us breakfast?" Joel giggled swaying slightly. "I would but i'll burn the house down."

"Y..Yeah sure" Tom said, jumping up and grabbing a frying pan. "I'll make some pancakes."

"WOOOOOOO!" I cheered, plopping down at the table beside Jake, resting my chin on my hands and looking up at him, "Whacha doin?"

"Uh. Guys did you take anything else?" He asked joel and I.

"Course we did. Not as much as yesterday though we were REAAAAAAAL fucked up." I laughed.

"Don't you think you should have waited a lil while?" Tom asked.

"Yeah were waitin." Joel said, "Till later when we can do some REAL drugs. Right now i'd fall asleep." His voice portrayed a tone of fake enthusiasm at the thought of doing more later.

"Thats a bit much." Tom said, but I laughed.

"Rookie. You couldn't handle it if you tried." I laughed.

"What you WANT me to do it now? Fine." He snorted, leaving the room to get himself some pot. Jake followed him. Joel shot me an evil glance.

"Don't worry," I whispered, "It's part of my plan. We get them to smoke so much they cant move and we prod them throughout the day and the combination of how sick they're gonna get from everything and our acting will make them never wanna do it again. And were right here if anything goes wrong to help them." Joel looked apprehensive but nodded. Tom brought down a baggy of mar-i-ju-anna and I rolled as many Joints as I could get out of it. Prodding them to take one after another. Nobody has ever ODed from pot I think, so it's no big deal. Tom finally crushed his against the table.

"Dadi.. cant do anymore." He slurred, barely moving. Jake inhaled a few more times before sitting his down. I had lost track of how much they smoked but it was a LOT.

"Lightweight." I fake-mocked him. Jake groaned and let his head fall onto toms shoulder.

"Ifeellllllike shit." He mumbled. Once again Joel looked apprehensive but I knew what I was doing.

"Benji are you sure this is working?" Joel asked me as we managed to get Jake and Tommy into bed, and we were now in our own room.

"Yeah," I nodded, "If not, then we'll put makeup on and act like we're dying."

"Now THERE'S a way to scare them," Joel laughed.

I grinned and nodded. "They should be thinking about quitting for good now," I nodded, "They didn't look so good, and I bet they feel like shit."

"Daaaaaddy!" Tommy half called and half groaned, "Shiiit."

We went into the hallway intime to see Tommy run into the bathroom and puke up his guts.

"You okay?" I asked as I kneeled down beside Tommy and rubbed his back soothingly.

"Yeah," he croaked out, "I feel so shitty..."

"It's 'cause of all the drugs," Joel nodded, hoping Tommy would say he's giving them up.

Instead, he said, "Oh well."

I saw Joel roll his eyes and mouth to me, 'Phase 3.' I chuckled and nodded, helping Tommy back into bed. "Get some rest," I told him, "You'll feel better later on."

"This isn't working Benji," Joel said aggravatedly, "We need Phase 3."

I nodded. "Phase 3 which is acting dead?"

"Basically," Joel said, beginning to pace the room, "Maybe we'll tell them we overdosed on those pills, and if we could make one of us vomit that'd be a plus.. then we can kinda pass out and act dead. We can hold our breath for a while right?"

I nodded, taking all this in.

"Sounds like a plan."

The next day Joel and I fluhed ALL of the pills. Both of us flopped down onto the couch and layed there waiting for Tommy and Jake.

"You think this is gonna work?" Joel asked.

"Joel if you ask me one more time I'm going to ABUSE YOU."

"Well SORRY." he said.

"So who has to puke?" He asked again.

"I don't know. Whoever can pull it off. Puke in the garbage can." I said gesturing to the can by the couch.

"Ok shutup they're coming." He said, slumping back completely.

"Hey guys." Jake sighed.

"In our room we had this bottle of pills have you seen it?" Tom asked. I weakly threw te empty bottle at them. "Shit..."

"Did you take them all???" Jake asked, somwhat panicked.

"Mmma..." Joel said, nodding slightly.

"Oh shit... Jake what do we do???" Tom whispered to his brother.

"Nothing just... Nothing." Jake ansered him, honestly believing we were so out of it we didn't hear them. Just then Joel finally found it within himself to force himself to puke. He leaned over the couch and hurled right into the wastepaper basket.

"Oh... My god..." Jake said climbing on the couch between us, rubbing Joels back. "Tom get them some water." he said, and tom rushed out of them room. Joel leaned back towards the couch and Jake helped him. Tom came back with the water and Jake practically FORCED it down our throats.

"Fuck guys are you SURE you took it all???" Tom asked again. Niether of us answered, but Joel groaned. "Jake I'm worried."

"Don't worry they'll be fine." Jake said, feling my forehead, which before I had purposely heated up by means of hot water bottle. Actually I heated up my whole body, including mouth with hot tea. "Oh my God he's burning up." I felt Tom's hand Join his.

"T...Thats really bad..."

"Should we get them into bed?" Tommy asked Jake, looking scared.

"I.. I think so," Jake said, "Can you guys move?"

Both Joel and I didn't say anything, but Joel acted like he was trying to get up, only falling back down onto the sofa.

"Well we're not strong enough to carry them!" Jake said, "They're bigger than we are."

"Shit shit shit," Tommy muttered, "Well what do we do?!"

"I odn't know," Jake mumbled, thinking about this, obviously trying to think of something to do.

"Jake," Tommy whispered, looking at me closely, "Is it me or do they look kinda pale? Like... paler than what's normal?"

Jake studied us both before swallowing hard. Joel gave me the signal when Jake and Tommy weren't looking at him and he made a choking noise before slowly leaning over the arm of the couch.

I made a weak move to touch Joel, but before I could I let myself slip and fall off the couch, before holding my breath and acting like I was dead.

"Dad... Joel? B-Benji?" Tommy whispered, and I could feel him leaning over me, "Dad?" he whispered, shaking me slightly, "Are you okay...?

"Jake... jake why aren't they moving..." Tommy said, panick stricken.

"I..." Jake began.

"OMG TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!" Tom screamed, shaking me. I managed to breath while he did and he didn't notice the movement.

"I don't know..." Jake said quietly, obviously crying.

"Ohmygodjakehe'snotbreathingjake..." Tommy choked.

"Joel's not either." Jake said, "Oh my God they're dead."

"NO!!!" Tom screamed. "Daddy please don't die please I'm so sorry please..." He screamed hyserically, before moving onto Joel, "Joel... Dad.. Please... No.."

"This is all our fault..." Jake cried, leaning over me.

"Daddy pleae don't die.." Tommy sobbed.

"Don't worry I wont!" Joel sat up. Tom SCREAMED bloody murder and fell backwards onto the table, still crying.

"NOW have you learned your lesson about drugs?" I asked, sitting up.

"WHY DID YOU SCARE US LIKE THAT!?" Tom screamed, his face bright red and tear stained.

"I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW!" Jake said getting up. "This was all a fucking ACT!?"

"Well Jake what ELSE should we have done?" I asked him.

"I really thought you were dead." Tom said, still visibly upset.

"I know honey... Were ok.." Joel said, once again playing the mother role and hugging tom close to him on the couch.

"UGH I am so... UGH!" jake said, storming up to his room.

"Do you think he got the point?" I asked the two of them.

"It doesn't matter if he did or didn't.. You guys took all our shit." Tom laughed a little.

"I think he got the point." Joel said, "Hes just a tad... miffed."

"Jake?" I whispered, knocking on the door, "Can I come in?"

"I don't care," he replied, sitting at the window and staring outside.

"Jake... you know why we did that don't you?" I asked softly, sitting down beside him, "And Tommy said he's quitting forever. Are you going to?"

Jake nodded silently, a few tears falling down his cheeks, before he hugged me tightly.

"I thought you'd both died," he cried, "It scared me so much."

"And see how you felt... that's exactly how me and Joel would feel if you guys died from drugs."

Jake nodded, still clinging tightly to me. "I'm quitting too," he whispered, "I'm never doing drugs again."

I smiled and hugged him tightly.