Senior Year, Biscuits & The Fuentes Family As Told By Nelissa Brown

My head hurts. My body hurts. I am a ball of hurt, with a side of what did I do last night. I can't move. I don't want to move. I'll have to finish my final exams right here, there's just no other option. I'll go to college here too. Speaking of college, I still haven't heard back. It's probably for the best what with my being bed bound and all.
I felt a poke in my side and groaned. "Ouch!" I exclaimed.
"Sorry," Cassie whispered. "Can we talk?" she asked. I nodded and shifted over so she could come lie in the bed with me. Cassie drew the covers up to her chin and looked across at me. "Can I ask you a question? I don't want you to get all defended. But I really want to know the answer."
"Sure.." I trailed away anxiously.
"How did you know you were in love with Vic?" she asked. I swallowed hard and sniffed.
"Why?"
"I think I'm in love with Jaime." Cassie explained.
"I don't know," I frowned. "It's not like I woke up one morning and decided. It was a gradual thing. We were arguing a lot about him going to college and him wanting you grow up but not really. Every time he'd made me upset and then say sorry the day after. I could have said get lost but I knew he needed me there. This was before he really screwed up. I cared about him more than I did myself. I don't know if that's what love is, but if not it's damn close." I finished.
"Gosh." Cassie breathed.
"I know." I nodded slowly.
"You evil bitches!" B screamed. "What did you do?! It's your fault. Why did you let me drink?! I want to throw up! I hate you all!"
"B's awake." I stated.
"I'm never drinking again!" B yelled.
"Sure." Cassie rolled her eyes.
"What even happened?" B grumbled.
"Dom is blacking mailing Mike with Vic's self harm, I threw up on Mike, you crawled across the floor and then the police dropped us home because we were all dressed as vampire prostitutes." I said easily.
"Good night then." Cassie added.
"Let's go visit the boys. I need to throw things at them for letting me get that drunk." B rushed and started to get herself together.
We got ready and then B let me drive her car to Jaime's house because she was still drunk. We pulled up outside and B fell out of the car and stormed down the path. She knocked the door and glared when Mike answered.
"You horrible, horrible person."
"What did I do?!" Mike gasped.
"You let me drink."
"Hey, take it out with Tony and Jaime. I was with Nel all night."
"I still hate you by association." B spat.
She pushed past him and went inside. Cassie went to find Jaime and I smiled at Mike. "How are you not hungover?" he asked me.
"I am, I just like smiling."
"Come on, there's some Alka Seltzer in the kitchen." I almost broke out into song. But I don't think Oasis is very hangover-y music. Maybe more The Smiths. Heaven Knows I'm Miserable When I'm Hungover.
I followed Mike into the kitchen and he handed me a glass of fizzing, frothy water. I drank it all and shuddered. I set the glass down and Mike jumped up onto the counter. "What do you feel like doing today?" Mike asked.
"The mall?" I offered.
"I can take my motorbike!" he exclaimed.
"Were you serious?"
"Oh yeah," he grinned. "I'm going to go pick it up. I'll be back by the time B has calmed down." he told me and ran out.
I was left on my own. A while later B, Tony, Jaime and Cassie walked in. I heard the door knock and went to get it. Mike smiled at me and followed me back inside. "Up for the mall?" Mike asked everyone.
"Sure." Jaime shrugged.
"It'll be fun." Cassie said.
"I can look at the video games!" Tony exclaimed and I watched B roll her eyes.
"It's a good thing he's pretty." she sighed and grabbed his arm.
"You know I was thinking," I suddenly said.
"Let's get a straight jacket ready." Mike mocked.
"I was thinking," I said again. "We've only got a few months of school left. Then we'll be going to college."
"No, you, Cassie and Becky are going to college. None of us got in." Jaime stopped me.
"Well, we're going to college. Tony is working full time in the guitar store. Jaime applied for that job at Costco and Mike is . . . I don't know."
"I'm working with my dad and at the tattoo place to Regent Street." Mike confirmed for me.
"Okay, so we're all doing different stuff. How are we going to make sure we all still stay friends?" I asked.
"She's right actually," Tony nodded. "We're all so close now. How are we going to stay this close with you girls at college and us in San Diego?"
"We just will." Mike shrugged.
"But how?" Cassie asked.
"You're coming home for break and holidays and vacation. We can drive up to see you all too." Jaime reasoned.
"I just want us all to stay friends." I sighed.
"Nel," B stopped me. "Relax. We'll deal. We're not going to forget each other. How could I forget Tony asking me what tampons actually do?"
"You said you wouldn't tell them." Tony rushed.
"You asked that?" Cassie frowned.
"Why?"
"What do they even do?" Mike asked.
"They go up the tunnel." Jaime explained.
"But what happens when they're up the tunnel?" Mike said seriously.
"They suck. Like a hoover." Tony explained.
"Can we not talk about the dynamics of tampons, please?" Cassie tried.
"Can we go to the mall?" B sighed.
"Okay, okay." Mike said defensively.
I got up and walked out. I saw a black, shiny motorbike parked outside. I ran over to it and looked back at Mike. "I want a go!" I told him.
"Here." he said and handed me a helmet. I stuck my tongue out at the others and put it on. I sat on the bike and Mike pushed me back so he could go in front.
"We'll meet you there." I said to the others. Mike started it up and started revving. "Why haven't you got a helmet?" I asked in his ear.
"Because if we fall I'd rather your head be okay. Even if your hair does provide extra padding."
"Shut up and drive." I grumbled.
He pulled out onto the street. He started going faster and I wrapped my arms around Mike's middle. I buried my helmeted head into his back. We'd lost everyone else and was instead a little ahead because Mike was weaving in and out of traffic.
A car was behind us and Mike went into a different lane. It followed us and Mike moved again. It followed us until we were side by side with it. I closed my eyes and tried not to look. I saw Mike look across and growl under his breath.
"We'll be okay, Nel!" Mike called.
But he lied. The car cut him up, making him ride off course. We went down into a ditch and I gasped. We were going to hit something. I closed my eyes and then felt it. Impact. We'd ridden right into a bus stop shelter. The bike fell down and I fell off. I lay for a while panting. My cheek was burning. I touched my hand to it and saw blood. My legs were aching and so was my head. Not to mention my arm. I've definitely had better days.
I looked across to Mike and widened my eyes. He was definitely worse off. I crawled over to him. I was scared to touch him. His entire face was bleeding it seemed. His clothes were torn and a little bloody took. I snapped my fingers at him. I could see his eyes wavering. He was going to black out. I can't let him. You're never meant to let them pass out, I think.
"Nel." he breathed.
"What?" I rushed. "You're fine. You're fine."
"You're hurt." he frowned and then winced.
"I'm okay!" I beamed falsely. "You'll be okay too. Everything will be fine!" But I'm lying, I don't know. I can't help but cry. Everything is too much. I don't know what will happen. My tears are getting into my cuts and burning and stinging. But I can't stop it. Mike reached up to cup my cheek.
"You alright?" he asked weakly.
"Fine." I lied again. "You!"
"I'm great." he gave me a small, painful smile. "Sorry for crashing."
"It wasn't your fault." I stopped him.
"Nel, you're really pretty. Even with all the blood and gross stuff." Mike suddenly told me sincerely. "You're my Nelissa." After he said that I watched him start to drift away. It was getting harder for him. His eyes were drooping. He was starting to fade into a sleepy state.
I could hear sirens. Someone must have called 911. "I can hear the ambulance!" I screamed hysterically. "It'll be alright!" Mike gave me another weak smile.
People ran to us and I was pulled away from Mike. "No!" I screamed. "I need to be with him!"
"Miss, please. What's your name?" One of them asked.
"Nelissa." I sighed.
"You need to come as well, Nelissa."
They took Mike on a stretcher. I was took on one too. They carried us into a ambulance and I was set next to Mike. I looked across and started to cry harder. He was out. He looked so rough. I didn't know what to do. I started struggling and trying to get to him. But then arms were pinning me down.
"You're going to be okay, Nelissa." they told me.
"I don't care about me!" I screamed. But before I could move again they'd pressed a mask to my face. I was going, going, gone.

Notes

Hey everyone! Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I've been sorting all my room because I'm going to have it decorated. I haven't read this over because I wanted to get it up. But how're you? I hope you're good. If you are friends with me on Facebook then you'll know I've deleted it. But you can still find me on my tumblr (link in my bio) and on Skype - if you want to add me then just message me for my name. I'm also trying to use Instagram more. Someone teach me how to insta. I might post a link for my page soon maybe.

But what did you think? What will happen? Will they be okay? What about the others? xo