Setting
Entering the building he surveyed around and looked for nearest place to plan. Dropping his rucksack, he found a sofa.
Falling down on the cushiony material Patrick smirked and let his eyes wander towards each and everyone of the girls.
There was the grunge reject Charlie, she would be a screamer that's for sure. Although he wasn't into the whole look she had going for her. Dirty blond hair with more make-up than a Hot Topic's band catalogue. He heard stories about Charlie, if he was bored enough, drugs could tempt her. Not exactly last choice, but not the best candy he seen, plus virgins had more going for them, Charlie was as much a virgin as Patrick was a saint.
On to next girl, a natraul red head, but did the carpet match the drapes. He sniggered out loud, and continued. From trip he had heard her name was Callie, and she had a lot going for her, the innocent, the naivety and the ability to shape her according to his whims. Although would it be worth it? She would need a bit of coaxing, alcohol would help a lot, but he only had so much 'supplies'. Would it be worth it, was she a screamer, or was she quietly moaning? Hmm, she seemed promising, but Christmas presents can suck.
Low and behold we had the lithe one, flexible and very fit. This one could be a lot of fun if he could use her insecurities against her, to get her to be interested in him. Although he had been fooled by skin before, and those who show a lot, well they tend to not be as good when unwrapped. One thing though, it was easy to undress her in his mind, not much left to imagination leg wise, but top wise, well that could be fun.
Now there was the fake red-head but nothing else seemed fake no sirree, infact seemed very real, and though she wore make-up the 'lil whore, that was something you had to deal with often. Now as for her look very young looking, but she had said she was 16, that was good enough for him. So really sounds worth it, now would she be a first choice or would it be best to go with another one. The younger ones often wanted boyfriends and expected them as such, but broken promises never did any harm.
And finally the actual blond, pouty lips to boot and a great bod, he knew her name as Ella from school. Unfortunately not had a real chance to try her. But as for best chance he had, she seemed the most straight forward and probably was also a screamer.
Well that was that settled, time for a celebratory drink, his holiday was sorted, sex drugs and sex again.
She eyed Patrick as he studied her before she clicked her tongue. “Psh, don't stare if you're not gonna make good on it,” she taunted with a sniff, placing bejeweled hands on her hips. “Toss me a beer, Richie Rich.” She held a hand out as part of the demand.
Patrick tugged his rucksack up and threw it open declaring loudly, "I christen this place PARTY CENTRAL. May we all bathe in the nectar of the Gods." he then pulled out a two packets of beer and ripped one off for Charlie and another for himself, "Hey nerd boy put on the fucking sound system we pulled you here for!"
Sitting back he smirked and replied to Charlie, "I wonder what you look like without that make-up, less like a Hot Topic's reject I bet."
"Neat. Now, where could I drop my gear?" The tech asked, as always he'd be the one asking such things first...
Devin shrugged lightly, just tossing said bag of gear in the hallway and take a seat on a free couch spot. He glanced at each of member of the friend group, well the ones he knew actually.
Ehh, always that hectic when you first arrive. No time to relax at all. Ah, Devin enjoyed the many noises, really made him feel homely. "Ah, I'll just grab whatever bedroom is left." The tech lightly shrugged as he rose up from the one-minute-rest and tried his best to not get into a giant mess with the others, by securing his bags safely on his person.
"Hey nerd boy put on the fucking sound system we pulled you here for!"
That much hated label. Hmm, wouldn't surprise Devin from someone he didn't really know that well. What was his name, Pete, Pat, Patrick? Something along those lines. "I was pulled here for a good time, not to work as your slave. And I suggest you call me Devin, I despise the 'Nerd' thing." Devin frustratedly glared at the jerk. He would've installed it anyway, would it not be for this annoying jack-ass to bump in and call the techy lame names. He turned his back to the guy, focussing his mind on installing the sound system and make it operational for some sweet ass music.
That was a weird car trip, Stefan didn't know how to describe it any other way. Gabriel seemed to have taken the scenic route as well making it feel like it was longer then it was suppose to be. Stefan thought just for a second his stomach was going to revolt on him and that would have been disastrous, especially for Matthew, who was between him and a girl that Stefan didn't know. Her name was Callie, she was a friend of Andy's and that was about it.
It was an odd pairing, because Callie seemed awfully quiet for the loud-mouth Andy. Stefan just took the time on the way up to look out the window and listen to his music, a mixture of almost everything under the sun. He had revamped his playlist so he was prepared for the trip up. He hadn't told Gabe that he was prone to car sickness and wasn't about to be booted from the trip because of the fact. When the van stopped he took a look around after getting out, and stretching. He needed the bathroom, grabbing his bag really quick, he headed inside. After the bathroom he found himself in the living room and finally took his headphones out of his ears. The buzz stayed there for a second before it went away.
He glanced at Patrick the asshole, and rolled his eyes. The to Charlie, whom he just sort of half-smiled at while he looked for somewhere to sit away from party central. He heard Andy claiming a room as far away from the bathroom, and Stefan grimaced slightly at the thought. He hadn't thought about sharing a room with anyone.
Got to get out of this shell this week Stefan...
"Yeah nice place," he said to no one in particular.
“Hnn. How the hell am I supposed to tweet shit now?”
Seeing Charlie sit back down next to him, she smiled a little, not even cruel smile just a smile. Whether he would admit this outside of his head, her and him were very similar. Highly similar, only difference was the money, usually the case wasn't it. Still he could see why he overstepped his usual banter, not that he cared, but someone he could get high with was fun.
Coughing awkwardly he simply said, "That last remark was too far, I've got some pot with me, care to share a draw?" Damn why was he being nice, well despite what he knew, but hell, he shouldn't be even this kind to girls. Then why was he?
Ripping another beer off, he popped the lid and started to drink some more, while pulling out his mobile and seeing the reception was down to two bars, not a problem really, but it certainly was strange as place did seem to have electricity.
She laughed good-naturedly, turning around on the couch so her knees were on the cushions as she turned to watch Stefan be a wallflower. “Come socialize, Stef-” she started. “To be disgustingly cliche, we won't bite.”
She looked over to Patrick and back to Stefan. “Pat's an ass, sure- but he's a little bitch in the right situation ain't that right?” She reached behind her and gave the rich boy a playful cheek pinch. “Thanks for the phone offer. I think I'll live with being off the grid for a few days at least.”
A splash indicated that people were in the pool. “Looks like they've started without us.” She seemed a little put out. She rose to her feet. “Well that ain't happening. Not on my watch. Bitches.”
To the bedroom to put on something bathing suity!
What the fuck, he had dished near 5 grand out on this place, and the TV just stopped working, what the hell!
He heard band, and classes, and curiosity hit him, he kinda wondered what sort of music she played. Why didn't Gabe ever mention her band, of course Gabe's been acting sort of strange lately, Stefan had the feeling it had something to do with Andy, but he wasn't going to ask the guy. Nor was he going to ask Andy, she didn't like bringing up personal shit, which he could relate to he hated to that as well. He went looking for the others after noticing that Devin had in fact slipped from the room without any of them noticing. "Devin isn't here...why don't you try using your charm, rich boy." He said before leaving the room.
She looked- good, despite the abundance of eyeliner. If there was one thing she still had going for her from the old days, it was a slamming body, emphasized in the cute onesie (she could have worn a two-piece, but she was still self-conscious about her stomach for no REAL reason). “Oh- wait, you're not hung up on- well you know...”
His friends moved about here and there, ignoring him. But they were happy, so so was he. Patrick was being his usual douchebag self, and so were Charlie, Devin and the others.
The only two people that seemed different were Gabe and Ella. Ella seemed disturbed. She hadn't been in a good mood in the car as well. Mathew approached her but didnt say anything.
He was planning to explore the woods but helping Ella was priority.
But blood, so much blood and guilt and the bond died.
He hadn't seen her for years, so why now? Why.
“Of course, but you can't change the past. You know that, Pat.” She shifted on her feet anxiously. “I- I rather not think about it, you know?” She smoothed her fingers through her hair. “Harshing my buzz, man. Lets just move on. Come swim with the others- yeah.”
She wanted to avoid any bad vibes, if she could. “Please?”
"We need to talk again."
He saw her look a little confused and sadness in her eyes.
"Let's go, we've plenty time to remisce, thank you for coming Char, I... I... missed you."
With that Patrick ran upstairs, out of breath, as if he had run a marathon.
“What the fuck just- how in the he- DEAD? Why? What the FUCK did you do, Gabe?!”
She powerpuffed the first smoke to shakily prepare another. “We were supposed to reconcile- settle things....” her voice was low, trembling. She wouldn't cry. Charlie Lepore didn't show weakness like that. “How is he just dead? I'm dreaming. That's all. It's gotta be. I must've fallen asleep in the car- yeah. Yeah.”
He had the feeling they shouldn't be alone, for for that second, he got the feeling that would be the last time he saw Charlie alive. "Gabe, what the fuck what that, what just happened out there," he didn’t really know why he was asking. Then he realized why Devin was shouting, and he attempted to get up again, to back outside to the pool. However the pain was to great, and he collapse to the floor. "Fuck you guys, get inside before that thing hurts anyone else."
He was really ready for the "I don't know answer" because truthfully how would Gabe know what just happened out there. He cringed slightly as another pain shot through his ankle and looking down he noticed that it was about three times bigger than his other ankle. He needed some ice, but at that very moment he didn't know who to ask. Why did this happen to them, and was it over? He winced as he pulled himself up on the couch again.
He wanted to help more than anything, he wanted to go after Charlie to make sure she was ok, he wanted to be there for someone, however he couldn't and at that very moment he felt the need to throw something, so he throw the pillow that he was leaning against toward a wall where no one was standing. It hit with a soft thud and fell to the ground, well that certainly didn't make him feel any better and he looked rather silly doing it.
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