Intertwined lives

CH 1: Not Like Me

I was in a state of awairness, half asleep and half awake. I was so confused, I couldn’t think straight.. What time was it?

‘Even the best fall down sometimes. Even the wrong words seem to rhyme. Out of the doubt that fills my mind. I somehow find, You and I collide.’

“What the hell?”…

‘I'm quiet you know. You make a first impression’where is that coming from? Its so god damn annoying! I fully opened my eyes, and the big red numbers stunned me for a moment. Geez it’s already 6 o’ clock? Wow. I guess I musta passed out right after school. But what is that? I looked over the red numbers farther onto my nightstand where I realized it was my phone, ringing away as if it’d die if I didn’t wake up. I don’t remember ever having this ring-tone. But I answered my cell anyways, it was Andrew. of course it was him, I still didn’t get the personal joy he got with sabatoshing my phone. I think the last ring-tone he gave me was.. Barbie Girl. Ohh god now that was embarrassing, there was a big group of us hanging out one day and Andy had my phone, I thought he was looking at an anonymous text I had gotten earlier. But after I got it back he started texting someone on his own phone, which I later found out to be me. I should have known something was up by the way he closed his phone, looked up at me and smiled evilly. And that’s when it happened, my phone went off, screaming ‘I’m a Barbie girl..’ no one could get over it, actually they still sometimes tease me about it.

“Hey man! What are you doing? There’s a party tomorrow night, and we have to go!”

“Alright, sure sounds good.” A party, now that’s always fun. Though it all starts to be the same after a while. But Andrew loves em’ and every time that I couldn’t go with him, he tells me it sucked mainly cause I wasn’t there. Of course I didn’t believe it at first, all our friends are pretty much there and since I’m only one person I didn’t think I made a difference. But this one time after a huge bash that I couldn’t go to, since I had to baby-sit my little bro, I just texted people there so I would know what was going on, and half of the replies were along the lines of ‘Andy doesn’t look like he’s having fun.’ I didn’t really understand why he wouldn’t have fun, but then I got a text from him asking if he could come over to chill and help baby-sit. So maybe it was true…

“Did you just wake up or something?”

“ohh ahahaa yeah, I guess I fell asleep after school. And what the fuck did you do to my ring-tone?” He must be outta his mind!

“You noticed. Sorry I heard it and it was wicked mushy. So generally I though of you!”

“Gee thanks.” I’m not mushy! he’s so gonna get it later.

“Anyways, mind if I come over?”

“sure, but I might fall asleep after I hang up, so just wake me up if I do.” I’m so tired today, I’ve never loved my pillows and comforter more.

“Alright will do! See you then.”

“Yup, bye”

I dropped the phone next to my pillow and laid back down, just thinking stuff over. I didn’t really want Andrew to come over to find me sleeping, that would be rude. So I got up, and it was cold, very cold.

I wondered what Danni was doing… I didn’t play with him at all today, I felt so bad. I got outta my warm bed and into the artic cold that had taking over my bedroom. And made my way through my clothes ridden floor and over to my door, from where the small crack of light was coming from. I booked it down the stairs and heard my little brother laughing at the… TV? Ohh ahaha George Lopez. Of course! Danni loves him and I love Danni. He was sitting on the floor half coloring and half watching TV in his blue pjs. His hair was a mess! It stuck up in every direction, it was cute.

We were 14 years apart, he was 2 and I was 16. But there wasn’t many differences between us, but that he had blonde hair, where as I had dark brown hair. His eyes were a beautiful ocean blue and mine were a bluish forest green.

I walked into the room, and as soon as Danni saw me his eyes brighten, and he ran over to me attaching himself to my legs. He was giggling and laughing like crazy to the point where he was turning blue. I got scared, a blue baby was not good in anyway! So I tried to calm him down, but he was just way to hyper! How can someone have that much energy anyways? I think he’s had a little too much of Gorge Lopez…

“Hey kiddo, how about a movie?”

“a mooie?

“yeah, how about… hmm.” gosh why do we have so many freakin movies. The Last Yard, no. Scary movie 2, no. blahh blah… Blahh. ‘ding dong’ waaa? Way to break me outta my reverie.

“Jazzpurr! The doooooor.”

Ohh I guess Andrews here. I honestly can’t believe he didn’t come over right after school… we practically live together. ‘dinnngggggg dooonnnngg!’ holy crap I’m coming.

“hurry up man, its fucking cold out here!”

“sorry I’m coming!” I opened the door and was meet with a bear hug. He wasn’t really affectionate to everyone, just a few people that included his girlfriend-if he has one, me, and my little brother. “Sorry, I was trying to pick a movie.. But I can’t think of one I actually wanna watch.” I didn’t really look at him till I finished my sentence, but he was all dressed up. I wondered why. Are his jeans new? I can’t remember him having those before. They were heavily ripped everywhere, well excluding his crotch and his ass, but wait, did he redo his makeup… Why? It’s a night in isn’t it?..

“so are you gonna stare at me all night or are you gonna let me in before I freeze?!”

“ohh right. Sorry! So um what’s up? Why are you dressed up?”

“The partys been moved to tonight, apparently his parents are coming back tomorrow. It’s a bummer. But what ever, so you needa get your ass dressed and ready like now! We’re already about half an hour late. And by the time your ready we’ll be about 2. So get to it!”

“fuck. Dude I wanted to watch a movie… but what should I wear?” which pants and what shirt. Oh and what shoes and the eyeliner should I do black or red, maybe both? Whoaa what the hell, I sound like a girl. God I hope Andrew doesn’t noti…

“wow, you are such a fucking girl! I’ll pick your outfit and shit.”

“shut up!” I couldn’t stop blushing. Oh my god. I’m not a girl. I am not! I just wear girl clothes… fuck what’s wrong with me? Just as I was finishing my rant on how I’m not a girl, Andrew starts throwing clothes at me to what.. Get my attention? Was I really that outta it? Hmm. He held up a senses fail shirt and my black skinnies that were ripped at the knees. Andrew and I never bought jeans that were pre-ripped, it takes all the fun out of wearing out your jeans… plus we do a better job then they ever would. He told me to strip and get dressed fast and handed me my black/silver studded belt. As I was putting on my clothes I looked over at Andrew and saw him playing with his hair in the mirror. Ohh god that kid. Were so alike. We’ve been best friends since the day I was born. My mom, and his mom are the best of friends so it was bound to happen, and I’m so glade it did. I’d honestly be lost without him.

“dude pick up the pace! Your sooooooooo slow. I’ll die before you get your pants on.”

And he proceeded to put his hand up to his forehead and dramatically sigh and breathe in his ‘last’ breath and collapsed onto of my bed.

“sorry, I’m just so outta it today. But I’ve changed. and ready to go!”

“uhh, no. your hair, and your makeup. I’ll do it!” and with that he jumped of my bed and started straighten my hair till it was all hanging in my face. Waiting for whatever way he was going to style it. He grabbed some, alright no some is a bit of an understatement. A lot-ish glob of jell and ran his hands through the back of my hair making all my little layers stand straight out. Then he straightened my bangs to the side where they covered my left eye perfectly for just a minute before he started throwing some eyeliner on me. He chose black… ehh it works. When he was done he shoved me over to the mirror, I wasn’t allowed to see myself till it was all done. And holy fuck did I look good! I looked sexy! I’d do me…. But uhh we were now ready to go.

We went downstairs and I saw my mom on the couch with Danni, talking on the phone with someone. But when she saw us she told whoever the person on the other end was to ‘hold on’.

“hey, kids. Where you off to?”

“the mall, or the movies, Mom. And then a friends’ place. I don’t really know for sure.” I really hated lying to my mom, she’s the nicest person ever.

“alright, have fun guys, just don’t stay out past 12. Ok!? And I’m going to go over a friend’s house and I’m taking Danni so I’ll see you guys later.”

“ok thanks mom! Bye”

“bye Ms. Hanakee! Bye kiddo!”

“baaiiiiii”

Andrew drove, he got his license 8 months ago so he can legally drive other people around. Not that he does, he hates giving people rides other then me. because he feels that’s all they want from him. Though that’s not the case in any given way. The guy is a fucking god. No lie. Every girl wants him and the ones who don’t have something wrong with them. But he doesn’t want them. He’s not an asshole, he gives everyone a chance no matter what crazy rumor is going on about them. But he only really trusts a couple of people, me being the most.

We arrived at the party a short time later, me day dreaming the entire way. Andy could really see that I wasn’t completely myself today, normally when there are parties thrown people get wild and throw themselves at us but I wasn’t the least bit interested, which got Andy a bit nervous. I think it’s because Andy and I are the only real punk/emo kids around. Which made us.. All the more wantable… Hotter. ehh whatever. We made our way down the street to the house, and then straight through the door. Almost everyone was there, well everyone except the jocks and shit. Its just not their scene, we were quickly encircled by our group of friends and having a good time within minutes.

But I got so thirsty, like I haven’t had water or anything to drink for days. Now how did that happen? I normally never drink anything at parties but I forgota bring my own water so I went over to the punch bowl after tapping Andy on the back to let him know. And wow! The punch tasted great. It was tropical yet very sweet and then tangy.. I didn’t even know how to explain it. So I had more, and then some more… and yet again. I could feel my stomach getting bigger, my brain was telling me to stop, yet my hands kept reaching to get more. What was with the punch? After about my 6th cup things started to get a bit dizzy and I couldn’t make out the faces anymore. Things began to black out, what was going on? I was getting scared, a voice came up behind me asking if I were alright.

So I said the first thing that came to mind; Andrew. I could hear myself just a little bit and what I heard of my voice was a little squeak, showing how truly weak I was at the moment. The voice continued its smooth hypnotic spell. Saying ‘come with me, I’ll take you right to him.’ and so I went, he took me by the arm and led me through the crowd with the fuzzy faces and the random black spots that kept getting in the way. The voice in my head was screaming at me, telling me this didn’t feel right. But my body started going limp, and I lost the last remaining control over my legs. We were on top of the stairs now, he was half carrying half dragging me into a room. I couldn’t find my voice, but a whimper managed to slip out. Just as soon as it left my mouth, a forceful slap made its contact with my cheek. The burning crackling feeling over-whelming me. Letting me know that he was not going to take me to Andy.

Now my arms started going weak, I could barely lift them. I couldn’t defend myself anymore; I couldn’t fight his hands that were grabbing at my pants, ripping them off of my body. And then doing the same with my shirt. Leaving me in my boxers, my only article of clothing left covering me. His eyes raked over me, and landed at my crotch. Where he traced over it to feel me, I felt utterly helpless. My breathe flew straight out of me, he gripped me so hard it felt like he was going to tear it off. I was doomed, somebody please…. He started to remove his clothes, whispering dirty things to me all the while. He took off his shirt, then his pants and ever so slowly his boxers, almost like he thought he was teasing me. I coulda spent my whole life just fine without seeing him naked. I started to shake, every second passing meant another step he was taking toward me. Till he was right next to me, towering over me.

He leaned his head down, stuck out his tongue and licked my cheek, then nose until he reached my top lip. Where he traced them both with his tongue then plunged it into my mouth, creating a full blown make out session without my consent. His hands ran down my arms onto my chest over my six-pack and it just kept traveling downward till he had me in his grip again. He started pumping away, pulling harder when I wouldn’t get hard. This was all going to fast, I just wanted this to stop… I never really considered sex with a guy. Especially this stranger. I never saw his face, I couldn’t do anything after this to get him locked up so he would never be able to do this to anyone ever again. That was if I were able to escape from him, and I saw no way out.