minds racing and thoughts of intoxication fill the air.
straight to the face...she beats that juice. compared to her, the bottle was no fool. it knew what it was down for.
she sat there, reading, trying to keep composure. "i'm coming over.."
yea, spilling over...down the hatch it goes. "swim through my blood stream." nasty father habits.
she gets the text "i'm downstairs.."
the walk of shame is about to begin, but she can't forget her best friend for the night, her bottle.
grey goose to be exact. gulps before she hits the stairs.
what a site to see has she goes down the stairs.
surprising herself, she didn't even fall, feeling kinda accomplished she hits the last set of stairs, opens the door.
sexiest car amongst the rest, she spots it out like wild fire.
she begins to walk over to the whip.
with best friend in hand she sees more then one face on the car.
she can make out three but the last one...i face never seen before.
so his type...anger builds...unexplainable.
she waves...the wave was limp and filled with death.
she gulps like it's nothing. whips her lips. looks at the bottle, it's almost done...
she can't believe. she feels her legs will fail from below her.
he steps out the car when she gets closer...he smells the alcohol on her breath and what shocked.
"hey how you doing? how was your night? bet is was nice eh? i bet it really was" she shoots him a smile
"why? what are you doing?" he says...
but means it in a way she could pick up.
"i'm doing not a thing...getting to know my best friend more. wanna meet her? she's sweet. in all ways. i bet like what's her face in the car....bitch" she's now loosing it. not understanding why all this is coming out...
after all...there's no feelings here...is there?
he's not flaming mad.
makes a couple calls while she stand there, finishing the bottle...
a car pulls up and someone comes out of it...
he throws them the keys.
"take them home then drop the car back, i have the extra key. imma stay here for a while."
points at her and her best friend.
the man nods and drives away.
he grabs her...searches her pockets and grabs her keys...they walk to the entrance to her staircase.
"what am i? a criminal? why you bothering on staying...don't you have to get back to your bitch? i'm sure she waiting on that juicy dick of yours"
with her free hand she grabs his package...
he pushes her up against the door
"i understand you're drunk, so what you say right now will not get taken serious..."
she's irritated...everything is moving slow but his words are hitting her like she's in a boxing match...
"whatever, just know i can handle my own, i don't need you"
he's opening the door while she begins to hum
"does he know what he did, turn my heart into flames?" then her best friend to her face...
"is that so?" he says to himself....
she screams...FUCK YOU!
he laughs grabs her and they make a trip up the stairs
"you know all that substance is bad?"
he says in concern
"oh so now you care about my well being...such a joke you are...guess that's why i love you." she winks at him
finally get to the top stairs...she throws up over the staircase. then whips her face
"there goes the neighborhood" best friend greets her face again
he grew tired seeing her and her "best friend" make kissy face...he grabs the fucking bottle and pours the rest over the staircase.
"all gone...best friends don't always last forever"
she says "well lucky us"
get to the door and he smells the house...guess that's not the only bottle she made best friends with.
the house tells a story of pain and heartache. he didn't know how to feel. looked at her and felt a pain he never felt. he felt sorry for he's first love...she's throwing herself away all because of his actions, he felt he didn't know what more to do...but for right now he had to be there for her. he helped her get out of her vomit clothes, bathed her, lotion her, listen to her shit talk from "i'll kill you" to "i want your kids" to "sorry excuse for man" to "you mean the world to me" she said it all.
finally got her P.J.'s on and waited till she fell asleep.
she kept humming what one song from time to time.
"distant lover...so far away. dream of him, since that day..."
"what song do you continue to hum?"
she replies "Trey Songz - Does She Know...I changed the He's to She's, cause i can relate"
he watches her...after she said that and begins to watch her does off, still trying to keep up with the song...
he's thinking while he could be with her he's here taking care of his best friend.
he starts to think of the time he was in trouble like that over a girl he was talking to...
he looks at her again
"you were always there for me...now i guess it's my turn...even if it is my fault...i'm sorry"
he turns over on the other side of the bed they were laying on...
she opens her eyes and says..."it's about time you started realizing shit..."