WARNING: This story will include DRUG, ALCOHOL AND SEXUAL CONTENT. ;D

x The things you make me do x

x Chapter One x

I could have been better than this. I could have been someone more, or at least someone good. This wasn't the life I wanted, though I never changed it. Within a maximum three year span I went from high school honors student to high school drop out, a homeless wreck wondering the streets at the worst of times, intoxicated and out of it.

I took one last glance at the clock behind the bar before tipping the tender and hopping off my stool. Walking in beat with the music playing behind me I walked out into the cool November night. A good percent of California was sleeping away while my night had just begun. J-walking across the dimly lit street I made my way over to a telephone booth and slid in. I wasn't the only person in this booth no. A darkly clothed man stood in front of me. He wore a black hat, a bandanna underneath it showing slightly. His tripled pierced lips curled up into a small smile has his saw my face.

“You got it?” I asked sketchy watching my back in case of followers. I seemed to draw in attention at the wrong of times. He chuckled lowly and nodded pulling out a baggy filled with fine white power. I smiled nodding and I pulled a couple hundreds out of my pocket. We traded and then I left.

“Thanks Benj” I smiled shoving the bagged powered content into my coat pocket and pushing open the doors walking out.

“No prob Em” he chuckled following closely behind me. We separated quickly and I headed to my usual spot, in front of the bar again. Leaning against the brick wall, I now waited. Though that wasn't the problem. My problem was how sooner or later I would have to come back out and do this again. My guess was about a week and a half.

My attention was brought back from the sound of loud music blaring in front of me. A black car pulled up, two guys inside.

I walked up to it and watched the passengers door open. The heavy smell of reefer and alcohol was sent straight to my nose but I should have known that the two picking me up would never be sober. My eyebrows knit together as I saw my boyfriends best friend smile and stare up at me.

“Get out” I said sternly glaring down into his brown glazed eyes. He laughed and looked towards the driver.

“Dude I'd get out” he replied sounding annoyed. Scoffing, the tattooed, dark long haired man stumbled out of the front seat and crawled into the back. I got in and shut my door swiftly because before I knew it we were flying down the road back to the house. I turned to Jimmy. His blue glassy eyes trying to stay focused on the road the best he could. Anger seemed to fuel his emotions at the moment. I glanced down his arms admiring the colorful tattoos covering them wondering why he was like this. A bad trip? The car stayed quiet minus the loud punk music breaking out of the stereos. But it soon ended when the car came to a halt and the music was cut with the engine. All eyes turned to me.

“Tell me you have it” I rolled my eyes from the demand from the back seat.

“Yes Brian I have it, actually Benji gave us more then expected” I said stepping out of the car and heading inside.

The small house was filled with garbage. I sighed displease. Every type of beer can, bottle and package was on the kitchen table, counter and surrounded the floor. Fast food boxes were everywhere and baggies filled and empty were in places you wouldn't imagine. I kicked off my shoes ignoring the mess once again and slung my coat over one of the chairs. I handed them the bag filled with blow and walked away. I was tired and wasn't in the mood to deal with this shit.

“Em!” I hadn't walked a foot into my room before I was needed once again.

“What do you want this time!” I yelled walking back out to see Jimmy sitting on the couch starring at me and Bri hand down sniffing up the white power. Lines of three and fours were evened out between the two. Jimmy glanced down at the rows and then back up at me. I shook my head. “Not tonight, I'm not in the mood” I simply said and walked back into the room. I heard and huff from behind me but proceed to get changed pulling my shirt up over my head and throwing it over to the pile of messy clothes I had sitting in the corner of the room. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off kicking them into the same corner. I then turned to the messy unmade bed and crawled in letting my head hit the pillow. I closed my eyes for a moment before re-opening them to come in sight with the messy bedside table that had everything from nail polish on it to empty condom wrappers. But behind all of that was a small brass box. Inside was a necklace with a heart pendent, one that was given to me by my parents as a child, the only one thing I owned that had any meaning at all it, out of the whole house would be the last thing I'd give up. I sighed knowing I probably wouldn't be getting much sleep from the commotion going on in the living room and I was right, there was non-stop yelling and laughing going on until four in the morning. It stopping once I felt the bed sink down behind me and a arm drape over across my waist. I knew then the night was over for now.

So? Like? Don't like? Buzz?

Hockey.

My brother's team had to travel halfway across the fucking province yesterday! (okay not really but it was an hour and a half drive their and back) But yeah, it sucked coz not only did they lose 7-3 but it was a long tirering drive back home. Plus I had to get up early (not so good on my account) ((also I'm NOT a morning person...)) And! The arena was FUCKINGFREEZING!

But on the way home we ate out and I got a strawberry milk-shake, a burger and fries. *good stuff :)*

Today was better.

I read a good fic on mibba, and then we went to the second hockey game (a home game) in Berwick.

It was Berwick (my brothers team) vs. Clare (a French team from like far away..the other side of NS?). Yet again a good game. My mommy and I were making fun of the other team. "Silly French". You can probably guess where we got that from. [All Excess, Hotel Drunks, Syn making fun of the French people] xDD Yeah, mommy came up with that one. LOVE HER!!

I swear if the french team was wearing red and gray... you all know what I WAS GOING TO YELL! XD
But they weren't...red,blue,yellow and white...oh well...

Anyways I screamed my head off cheering on William's team HOPING they'd win (they never have won before, lots of ties but no wins)

UNTIL TODAY!

BERWICK WON!!! HAHAHAHA SILLY FRENCH YOU CAN NOT WIN!!! HAHAHAHA!!!

5-4!!

SO HAPPY!

EVERYONE WAS HAPPY! ......Minus the french...BUT STILL!!!

EEEEEEEE!!

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

Anyways so I'm sorry for going ALL CANADIAN ON YOU! But I figured some explanation was needed for my absencenesssss.

So how was everyone's weekend?? Eh? xD

Emilyyyy!!!

    Em

P.S. TODAY SUCKED hard! I hate people, is that a sin? Dot dot dot...Is is possible you can make tomorrow better, minus I have after school band and probably a shit-load of homework...:D Love you *cough though I know I'm going to hell cough cough* ;D

I'm just to the point where... I can't anymore. You guys are so much better at doing them then I am, my ideas are FLAT!

If your up for the chase MESSAGE me. [MSN or on Here]

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Story posting will be done........whenever? Hell I don't know. =/

Saturday night... Sierra, Gemma *wink wink* ...okay that was a little creepy but you two KNOW what I'm talking about. I'm sure things will go as planned. Nuff said.

Inbetween that William will probably drag me to his hockey games or practise or something so I'll get freeze my ass off. WOOT! ...

And yeah. I'll have homework and mostly chillax. Good weekend I hope so. :D

E.M.I.L.Y*

"I BETTER GET ON THE BUS, I FUCKING BETTER"

...Band tour geek talk, can't explain it GOTTA LIVE IT! ;D                 ....Last part in caps is meant to be said in a deep growly voice too by the way... JUST SAYIN' *Hands up in defence* I like that saying too...

OKAY SHUTTING UP!

I NOW GIVE TOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK! [< Important king like persons voice] ;)