Blame It On My A.D.D. Baby!

I sat quietly in the floor of a Vegas hotel, Matt's head was in my lap, and he was looking up to the ceiling. Though my eyes? My eyes were glued -shockingly not on the very attractive male, layin in my lap - to they were glued to the painting that was hanging on the wall.

The blues were constantly changing color, and the green, oh the green of the grass seemed to be floating all around, not just in the frame but all over the walls as well. The white of the clouds seemed to be both spreading out and shrinking all at the same time; the world itself just seemed like it was spinning.

"Dude." I breathed, looking to Zacky, "Hand me my fucking orange juice lady!"

He groaned, leaning forward to hand me the bottle of unopened juice. The only bottle of juice with my name written on it that hadn't been drank dry. Then he stopped suddenly when he had sat back up, I was taking a drink of my juice by now, when he was glarring at me.

"I'm not a lady!" He shouted, "I have a dick!"

"Oh Zack, you know she won't believe it till she see's it!" Matt laughed, still looking at the ceiling.

I couldn't blame him; the designs on the ceiling seemed to be dancing around everywhere. It was beautiful in its own way. Though it just depends. Some people, like myself and Matt, think it's absolutely beautiful; and others, like Johnny apparently, it makes them sick to their stomach. Or well...that could just be the acid.

Zacky suddenly stood up, it took him a minute to catch his balance due to the drugs in his system, but after that moment he quickly undid his pants and pulled out his dick.

"Holy shit! NO!" I screamed, pushing Matt out of my lap, "I don't need to see that bullshit lady!" I crawled up on the bed sitting behind me, and shoved my face into a pillow that Jimmy was leaning on.

"Dude that's fucking weak!" Brian shouted.

"Now Haner don't you dare go pull out your dick too!" Matt scolding him.

I could hear two pairs of feet shuffling against the ground. Then I hear skin of skin and Brian shout ouch. He must not have listened when Matt said no.

Slowly, I pulled my face out of the pillow, only to be met by Jimmy's bright blue eyes. They scared me, only enough to make me jump, and fall backwards off the bed. I hit my head against the wall, and muttered a small ouch before crawling up beside the bed. No one had seen me. I moved to where all you could see was my eyes and up from over the side of the bed, and I watched what everyone was doing.

Zacky and Brian were buttoning up their pants; thankfully their dicks had been put away. Stupid boys...Jimmy was on his hands and knees looking over the side of the bed, looking down at Johnny. Matt stood in the center of the room, talking about how Zack and Bri are dumb fucks. Finally, Lizbeth sat in the chair in the corner, drawing in her sketch book.

"'Tober, have you come off your high yet? I'm so hungry, I wanna go get food now!" Johnny complained. "Wait...where'd you go?"

I laughed to myself as I watched as all the guys started looking around the small room we rented out.He looked under the bed, and Matt began looking around the floor at his feet. Fuckers...I'm not that small! That's when Jimmy turned around and saw me. His eyes grew wide and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Holy fuck nuggets!" He shouted.

The guys all turned to look at him as quickly as possible, I didn't move from where I was watching everyone though. Lizbeth didn't bother to look up from her sketch book, which told me that she was still buzzing at least a little bit. That didn't surprise me. The only thing that does surprise me at this point was that no one was asleep, I mean we hadn't slept at all last night. Why? You may ask.

Well it's simple really. It's basically impossible for you to sleep while tripping on acid. You wanna know why? Again, it's simple. You know the colors you see when you close your eyes? If you close your eyes and try to sleep, all those colors start moving and dancing around, therefore making it impossible for you to actually sleep.

"Okay, this is just getting boring, Mattyyyy, can we go eat, I'm starving?" I groaned, standing up.

Ahh the munchies. The very thing that happenies whenever you come down from a trip. No matter what kind of drug it is that you take or do, you end up with the munchies. It never fails. Trust me, I've been around the block a few times to know these things. I guess that's why the guys trust me so much when it comes down to all this stuff. I've never even hear of them talking to another soul about drugs. Well, except for the people in our group. Other than that, I've never heard of them talking to [i]anyone[/i] about drugs.

He smiled that adorabe dimpled smile, while throwing his arms around my shoulders; "Of course we can go get something to eat, cutie!"

Lizbeth looked up from behind her sketch book and to the rest of the group. No one said a word as she walked over to me and handed me the book.

"What the fuck, Lizbeth! You need some fucking help! Drugs are bad! No more drugs for you!" I couldn't help but laughed, I was completely joking when I said no more drugs.

I wasn't about to cut her off, that'd be a bitch move. Lizbeth just likes to draw whatever she sees whenever she's tripping. It's amazing too, it's like its really there, but no one else can see it, I guess that's the problem with tripping. No two people have the same trip.

"Can we just go get food already?" She sighed rubbing her eyes.

Zacky, like Matt, threw his arm around her shoulders, and stood beside her. Oh of course lover boy would go and do that. I smiled, and looked up at Matt where he stood; the leader of the group no matter where we go. Everyone quickly slipped on their shoes and we made out way out the door. Onward! On the great adventure through Vegas to get food!