Apr 02, 2006 01:26
(Keep in mind that this is just part of a story that I haven't written, and is just a situation I've been playing with)
It was a friday, which meant an inevitable alcohol binge was to occur, and it was no day to break a tradition. Adrian had just spent 7 laborous hours "learning", although most of the time was dedicated to considering which girls in the school were most attractive. He called up Tyler to get the scoop on what was to happen over the night, the most sacred of weekdays.
Around 8 he left his house, depositing a half-hearted alibi to his parents and hopped into Tyler's truck. It was a silver Ford, and voer the past year it had become something of a second home for Adrian. With some Rolling Stones blaring out of the car's stereo, the goals of the night were:
-Get fucked up
-Get Laid
-Sleep up in the desert
Sounded like a plan.
In the Firelight, a transformation overcomes the partiers. Seeking comforts that alcohol alone cannot provide, men become parasites looking for any host to latch onto before they become resposible for thier thought process again. Adrian, who possessed exceptional parasitic skills, was usually in the charmed state of getting anyone he desired.
It was a rather typical night of drinking for Adrian, and after doing several circuts around the party, dispensing his usual party humor and making plans never to be fufilled, he saw Helen. Helen was widely regarded as the most beautiful girl in school, and Adrian was definately among those that thought that. That, combined with her recent highly publicized break up with the school's star point guard, made her the perfect mark for the inebriated Adrian.
Adrain walked up to her in a manned that barely betrayed how drunk he truly was and struck up a conversation. After he steered through the usual pleasantries, he used his natural charm to convince her to go on a walk, "because the buzz of a party makes conversations so impersonal".
"Stars are beautiful, aren't they?"
"They are, I love that they are so bright out here"
"Well, I love to share them with you"
He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her, it was a long slow kiss, like the ones that you have with someone you love who has been away for a long time. As he pulled away, she trembled and then tears silently streamed down her face, gleaming in the moonlight. Adrian was in love with her in that moment, even though five minutes ago he could've cared less about her. Maybe it was her emotion that brought him closer to her, but all he knew right then was that it hurt him to see her so fragile.
"What's Wrong?"
"This means nothing because you're drunk"
"I'm not drunk"
That was a lie.
In five minutes, he would tumble into a wash then proceed to sleep there til morning.
"Adrian, you are like the rest of them and I hate you for it, why don't you just jump off a cliff?"
Close, but no cigar.
The sun was poking through the branches of a mesquite when Adrian awoke, his head and his right knee throbing in pain. He struggled to sit himself upright and took inventory of his clothing and body. His jeans were ripped on both knees and were caked with dirt. His right knee has a gash 2 inches long going across and was kindaswollen. His throat was painfully dry and his headache was one of the most intense he had ever suffered.
He staggered to his feet and found his right leg wonderfully uncomplient, so he limped to the side of the wash and hoisted himself out of it among such a torrent of profanity that it would've made a sailor blush. He limped back to the smouldering remains of the fire to find Tyler's truck sitting there with Tyler and his anonymous host sleeping in the truck's bed.
Adrian sat down against the truck to rest his leg and took the events of the night and reassembled them in order to makes sense of them.
Helen... We talked... We looked at stars... I kissed... She cried... She hated me... I loved her... She ran away... I went after her.... I fell....