The Party (1 of 3) (1033 hits)
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Submitted by Sully (View user info) at 2004-09-12 20:18:27 EDT
-Jim Conrad-
The '02 black Chevrolet Impala turned onto Parker Street at 8:54 pm.
Steering with his left hand, he tuned the radio with his right and arrived on a station playing 'Wish You Were Here' by Pink Floyd. The overcast sky extinguished the light of the moon, so vision was permitted only by the car's headlights and a few street lamps.
"Oh my god, yeah. Haha! I know. We're almost there so...haha yeah. Yeah he is..." she moved her wispy strawberry blonde hair away from her eyes as she cheerily spoke in the backseat.
"Why the hell is she going, dude. She's a fucking sophomore," mumbled Jim, the driver, "plus she annoys the shit out of me with that goddamn cell phone."
"If I didn't let her come, she'd end up walking there anyway. I'll just keep an eye on her," replied Nick, on the passenger side.
"There's gonna be shitload of drugs and beer around. Good luck with that."
Jim pulled up onto the curb. The driveway of 219 Parker Street was filled unevenly with cars, as was the front lawn. The driver door, passenger door, and right back door all opened and slammed shut in unison. The three walked past the scattered cars to the front door.
"Jess, I'm here, so talk to me inside. Okay? Alright. Seeya soon. Haha okay. Yep. Bye," Katie said as she put her cell on the outside of her hip huggers.
Jim had mainly ignored Katie for the past year or so. Ever since she had 'sprouted', he barely said a word to her, which was difficult because they saw each other often. Katie had always been a little kid to him, but now puberty had fully taken its toll, and she gradually became as stacked as a library shelf. Jim didn't feel like eating jailbait so he figured he'd keep his distance.
Chris Benner opened the door holding a cup of beer in his left hand. His house was filled with what looked to be at least fifty people.
"Hey Jim! C'mon in you guys!" Chris yelled over the roaring music. He took a sip of his beer and eyed Katie. "Is this your girlfriend, Nick?"
"Nah, she's my little cousin. Where's the bong?"
Jim made his way through the crowd and crashed on the couch in front of the TV. There was a Sunday Night game on ESPN. On the opposite end of the couch sat a couple viciously making out. He still had a slight buzz from the pot he had smoked prior to the ride over, and didn't get much sleep last night, so he decided to rest his eyes for a bit.
Just as he was about to slip out of consciousness, he felt himself sink a little as 115 more pounds sat on the cushion right next to him. Jim opened his eyes to see two orbs of flesh suffocating in a yellow tank top.
Eyes. Up. NOW.
She smiled. "Hi Jim."
"Hi Katie."
"Are you tired?"
"Uhh. Yeah I am. Where's Jess? I thought you were gonna talk to her once you got inside."
"I don't see her. I'll just wait here until she sees me, I guess. I love your shoes by the way," Katie said, talking about Jim's blue Timberlands. He had worn them for a while and this was the first time she had commented on them.
"Thanks. I love your," -Don't say boobs. Don't say boobs. Don't say legs. Don't say boobs. Don't say anything- "I'll be right back," Jim got to his feet.
"Hey, wait, what do you love about me? You were going to say something."
"Oh. I love... your shirt?" Jim regretted it right when he said it. He turned and walked away as he heard a 'thanks!' and didn't look back. FUCK, he screamed without opening his mouth. If I say shirt, that means I acknowledge that she has an upper body, which means I acknowledge that she has breasts, because you can't look at a girl's shirt without looking at her breasts... fuck, that tricky bitch fooled me.
Jim poured himself a cup of beer and drank it down. He spotted Nick near the stairs, sitting down on the floor with beer stains all over his white t-shirt. He had obviously found the bong.
"Dude, if you see Anna, I want you to come and find me. She's the only reason why I even wanted to go to this party in the first place. Got it?" Jim told him, dropping to one knee.
"Yeah...yeah ok..." Nick replied.
An hour of drinking, talking to people, smoking weed, and avoiding Katie went by. Jim made his way upstairs to take a long awaited piss. When he came out of the bathroom, he was met by Rob Spencer in the upstairs hallway.
"Conrad, my man. Third door on your left you can do some lines if you wanna. Or if you're not into that, maybe heroin's your thing. How bout it?"
He looked at the door Rob spoke of. He hadn't done coke in weeks, and he had quit heroin as his New Year's resolution last year when he was 20.
"Yeah, I think I'll do a few lines," Jim decided.
Thirty minutes later, Jim stumbled out into the hall. He had snorted a bit more than a few lines and he had also broken last year's resolution. High as a kite, and internal burning throughout, he tried to make it to the bathroom to get something for his nosebleed.
Jim opened the door, the wrong door, and walked into a bedroom. He also happened to walk in on a guy fucking a girl, and a bunch of guys cheering them on. The radio inside the room shrieked what sounded like Atreyu. He closed the door and continued down the hall. Making it to the bathroom, he tried to open it, but it was locked.
He set out down the stairs, and in his stoned stupor, he tumbled head over heels to the bottom, bashing his head on the side of a railing. That was the last thing he remembered.
Jim opened his eyes to see darkness. He was on his back on what felt like freshly cut grass. His watch read 2:48 in green digits, and it was so late that the street lights had already been turned off. He got to his feet, which took a great effort, and tried to distinguish his surroundings.
Stretching his arms out, he felt a car door. It was his Impala. Jim pulled himself inside and turned on the light.
There was blood all over the seat and all over his clothes.
"Must've been a hell of a party."
User Reviews
Submitted by Spider-Man (user info) at 2004-09-20 17:56:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
2 and 3 were better. Although I do enjoy the excessive amount of drugs.
Submitted by thaumaturge (user info) at 2004-09-14 11:30:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
For Atreyu alone.
Submitted by runninginplace (user info) at 2004-09-14 11:16:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2004-09-14 01:43:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good
Submitted by Totally_useless (user info) at 2004-09-13 09:16:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Here's for part 2!
Submitted by Totally_useless (user info) at 2004-09-13 09:14:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
My name is Yewslus, I'm with Yewslus and Yewslus publishing. I'd like to give you an advance up front of +4 towards the second and third parts of this story.
Good work!
Submitted by Random Joe at 2004-09-13 07:33:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Let me guess, while on drugs he brutally murdered his 'cousin' and stashed the body somewhere, and now has no memory of the events.
Submitted by GhostWriter (user info) at 2004-09-12 23:45:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Not bad. It didn't seem to flow to smoothly in the beginning, but good stuff.
Submitted by SullyThePirate (user info) at 2004-09-12 22:35:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Part 2 will be tomorrow and Part 3 the day after that. I already wrote them all but putting more than one in a day is kwazee.
Submitted by PatheticCapitalistFuck (user info) at 2004-09-12 21:56:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Disektor (user info) at 2004-09-12 21:28:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2004-09-12 21:05:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by melissa4 (user info) at 2004-09-12 21:05:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Damn.
Submitted by Malachy (user info) at 2004-09-12 20:48:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I feel like the Fonz just reading it, very nicely done.
Submitted by Electro (user info) at 2004-09-12 20:25:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You got 3 seconds to post part 2...
1...3.
WHERES PART 2?!?!
Submitted by chaos-effect (user info) at 2004-09-12 20:23:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I enjoyed it.
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2004-09-12 20:20:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
My first +2 of the night.