High Voltage

Thank you, Bails, for getting me completely wasted and spilling your Jagerbull all over my shirt. Like it wasn’t enough with me dying a little inside every time I saw my dick of an ex and his lovely girlfriend kiss so theatrically, it made me gag in my mouth? And that girl... hell... she didn’t make this easy on me... I so desperately wanted to bone her, like to a point where I thought my ovaries were going to explode! I couldn’t be around neither of them, nor Brian who i wanted to kill while I was fucking his brains out, nor the girl, who I simply loved.

I had snook away to the first floor guest bathroom to try and cool myself from my ladyboner, while in the mean time cleaning my shirt from the stupid stain. I mean, come on! This was my favorite shirt, I’d stole it at some botique in Japan and it was priceless! Fucking hell...

I was too deep in the rubbing that jasmine scented hand soap against the fabric to even notice the door flinging open. I raised my eyes only in the moment, when Chris and Madison already had locked the door from the inside. Okay? What’s going on here? Please don’t tell me they really didn’t see me and this room was about to become very nasty and dirty. For fuck sake! This was what I was running from! All this sexual tenstion... Man, I really needed to get laid.

„I can’t believe you’re doing coke without us!” Madison tried to whisper, but in all honesty it came out as a mere shout. Oh, so they weren’t here to fuck each others brains out? How lovely. They thought I was a crack whore. Cool. And these were my so called best friends...

„Yeah, what the hell, Meg?” I shifted my attention from the wasted, but ridiculously beautiful Madison to Chris, who didn’t look like he had been drinking... like at all, but then again, I could never tell when he’s drunk and when he’s sober. That was probably because I’ve never seen him truly sober.

„Please, tell me you’re joking...” I kept staring at their reflections in the mirror, still holding the edge of my shirt in one hand and the soap in the other. „Does it look like I’m doing blow?” I pointed out to my stained shirt.

„So... you don’t have coke?” Madison pointed her forefinger at me drunkenly,

„What? No!”

„Okay, that’s cool, we’ll share...” She turned over to Chris to open the black purse he was holding, and pull out a pocket half full with white powder. She looked almost too drunk to stand on her feet and she was thinking about doing crack? Holy shit, I loved this girl! And to think about it... I think I loved everyone. Was I... fuuuck... I DID do crack! Earlier... with Bails... Oh come on, Megan, what the hell are you even doing with your life?

I saw how they set the marble surface of the counter up with all the necessities while I rinsed the soap out of my shirt. I couldn’t get rid of the stain. This was just... perfect... I sighed seeing Chris set up the lines and take a fifty dollar bill from his pocket, before taking it all in. Madison copied his actions, before she held out the rolled dollar bill for me. „Oh come on, just one line...”

„Don’t force her, Mad,” Chris said, taking the toilet paper and cleaning up his face.

„No, it’s okay...” I took the dollar bill as I bent over the counter and snorted that white line. Here comes rainbows and butterflies... I straightened out, pinching my nose as I tried to bear with the slight discomfort. I wiped the remainders off my upper lip, before licking the white powder off my finger. „oh god... this is some class A shit, you’ve got there, Mad...”

„Yeah, the expenses also are class A...” Chris glared at Madison, who was now fixing her hair in the mirror. She didn’t seem to have even heard what he said. From hair she went to fixing the cleavage of her strapless shirt and I could see the way Chris was eying here, either it was because of the coke or because the girl had great boobs, but shit was about to go down here.

„Okay, I think I’m gonna leave you two,” I grinned, sliding my finger over the remainders of the coke, before putting it in my mouth and unlocking the door. „Don’t break anything in here, bye.”

And with that I closed the door behind me, hearing the clicking noise of them locking it. Oh shit, I completely forgot – I needed to pee! Fuck... I turned around and knocked on the door, „Guys? Do you think you could let me back in? I really need to pee...”

„Oh yes... fuck yeah,” Yeah, those muffled moans didn’t mean they were having some rough sex in there, like at all. Note the sarcasm. A split second passed since I was out of the bathroom and they were already fucking. Like, really?

„Hi, Meg,” Paul greeted as he went upstairs.

„Oh hey...” I replied, before realizing who I had just greeted. I peeked around the corner. No fucking way, what the hell was he doing here? If I would be sober, maybe I would’ve caused a scene, but knowing I was full on blow... Oh well.

Right after Paul, Zacky came in. „Hey, Zack!” I got his attention, whilst crossing my legs, praying to god I don’t make a puddle on Matt’s wonderful marble floor. Zacky put a tray of empty plates on the counter, before he looked at me, „I really need to pee, do you think Matt would mind if I used his bathroom?”

„What’s wrong with that one?” He pointed to the one which’s door was threatening to fall out it’s hinges if Chris and Mad continued to go down the same rough path.

„Chris and Mad, dude. They’re fucking sex maniacs...” I could feel the cool nightly breeze from the open patio door tickle my bare forarms. And my bladder.

„Oh, cool. In that case, be Matt’s guest,” He shrugged, „Oh... wait, he said Bailey has passed out there...”

„Oh come on, dude...” I was just a second away from starting to jump in place. The pressure was threatening to come out my eyes.

„Okay, chill. There’s another bathroom, you’ll just have to go through one of the guest bedrooms to get there.”

„Which door, Zack?!” I screamed, running up the stairs.

„First one on the left!” I heard him chuckle after me. This was nothing to laugh about! My bladder was about to explode!

First one on the left, first on the left... Without second thoughts I ran inside the room and instantly was jerked in a cloud of moans and grunts. „Okay guys, I’m sorry to disturb, but I’m only here to use the bathroom!” I shielded my eyes as if not seeing anything, when in all honesty also without shielding my eyes – I didn’t see anything. I ran in the bed frame, than in the closet until I got to the door that led to the toilet.

You can’t imagine the devious feeling once I had emptied my bladder. I really believed I could write a song about peeing. I was pretty certain this was the way heaven felt.

„Thanks guys for cooperation, and now I’m out...” I said as my fingers struggled with my belt, walking out of the bathroom. The light from it fell over the bed and Paul’s leather jacket. Uhh... I made a disgusted face. Who had he brought over this time? I saw as a slender arm shoot out from underneath the blanket and grab a hold of the bed frame. That girl seemed familiar. Holy shit! My eyes went wide as I hurried out of the bedroom, before the chick had realized who I am.

Holy motherfucking shit! I wonder what press will be writing about this! There’s no way Gates isn’t gonna find out Paul’s dick was inside his girlfriend. Yet a-fucking-gain! Okay, get your head out of the gutter, Meg! Shit, like it wasn’t enough with me on the band? Paul, you fucking moron, what the hell were you thinking?! You could’ve had any other girl, why do you wish to climb in the mouth of a hell hound?

„Gates, give me your fucking keys!” I heard Matt shout from downstairs,

„Fuck you, Shads,” he slurred out as I silently took a few steps down the stairs and towards them.

„You’re hammered, you’re not gonna drive anywhere, you understand that?

„You’re not the fucking boss of me...”

I heard someone crash into the wall and I figured it to be Brian. As I got off the staircase, I was in the best position to eavesdrop without really being seen. „Just... just get upstairs and sleep it off,”

No! Anywhere but fucking upstairs! „Go to hell, Matt...” As I leaned around the corner, I could see his head hanging low and him not being able to stand straight. I frowned. And I was the one who had finished a bottle of Jack with Bails, smoked some pot and snorted some blow. How the fuck was I even alive? „I want to go home and I’m gonna go fucking home...”

„No, you’re gonna go upstairs and sleep it off, you hear me?”

„Fuck you,” Brian pushed Matt away, before swaying his way for the front door. In the very last moment Matt caught a hold of him and I swear Brian was going to throw a punch at him. „Let the fuck go, Shads!” he missed only by an inch.

„Calm the fuck down!” Matt roared, dogging a hit. „This is about Meg, isn’t it?”

„Shut up!?” He roared, before jumping for a hit. It would’ve been a straight hit, if only he’d be sober and Matt – drunk. „Shut the fuck up!”

„You told you were over her!”

„That doesn’t mean you had to invite her!”

„She’s Bailey’s friend, asshole!” And like that they danced around, throwing punches at each other. I thought I even saw Brian’s forehead bleeding and Matt having a cut lip. I just stared over it all, hoping someone would bring me popcorn. Even tho this was a shitty box, it was better than no box at all.

„Well, I thought I’M your fucking friend!” Oh man, I craved some super buttery popcorn right now. Where was that Zacky? I bet he had some popcorn hidden up his sleeve.

„You are, but you’re an asshole, Gates!” Oh there he is. Zacky was comming through the patio door, a cigarette lingering from his lips and a couple empty bottles in his hands, when he stopped midtrack, realizing Matt and Brian were trying to kill each other.

„Oi, Zack!” the shout left me subconsciously. Oh... hell. Only when each of them stopped whatever the fuck they were doing and looked at me, I realized I’d done a bit too much of pot and blow tonight, since the only thing I could do when their frown overtaken faces were looking over me - appreciate the beauty of their confusion. Shit...

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