Turbulence.

Weeks went by and Halloween was only a day away. I would like to believe everything was back to normal and everyone was happy. But that'd be wishful thinking. This month has been wearing me down. I just wanted to lay in bed all day long. But of course, I have family, school, work and friends. So laying in bed all day isn't really an option. For three hours every other weekday I had school, then after school, to the Fuentes household I would go until I had to go to my shitty job. Then on days that I didn't have school, I went to work in the morning and by 3 or 4 in the afternoon, I was on my way to either Mel's or Corey's house. I somehow went from having one friend to having seven friends and someone that I tolerate. One of which I was sort of dating. Well, I'm fucking more than dating.

Corey and Jaime were still absolutely adorable together. They're the only official couple in the group. I find it crazy that they're the ones that ended up together. Jaime being loud and sometimes obnoxious, and Corey being so quiet and reserved. You have to really pay attention when she speaks because of how quiet she is. If not, you pretty much miss every word that came out of her mouth. I had seen a random outburst from her only a few times. One of them being us in the car. She was slowly dancing along to music and then suddenly, she was head
banging and bouncing around. Or course, the boys in the back seat joined her, causing the car to shake wildly. Well, come to think of it, most of our car rides, someone ends up causing a weird mosh pit in the back seat. Most of the time it was actually dancing, then the rest was just to see how much they can get the car to shake.
Corey had quickly became a close friend. I decided to keep a few Tony details to myself, but other than that, I pretty much started telling her anything and everything. Same with Mel, except she knows about Tony. Only because she was there for our theme park date. Corey and I had started talking as if we had known eachother for our whole life after a few days. The exact same way Hailey and I were. I feel bad about not hanging out with Hailey as much as I did, but she didn't seem to care at all. She had switched classes at school and met a new group of friends, she had gotten a boyfriend. So I only see her maybe once a week. Mostly when I go to see Mel.

Melanie, I can tell she isn't the same. I don't think she's spoken to Vic since they broke up. Of course, she's one to not want to talk about it. She still tries to be cheery and happy all the time, always a smile on her face. Even though I know she misses him. I've talked to Vic about her, but all he says is "She has like two months until she's legal. If she still wants a relationship, then she'll call me."
I truthfully didn't know it'd be such a big deal to him that she was younger than him. I just wish he'd get over it and talk to her. But I already know that isn't going to happen. How does that even work? I've never had to deal with someone being under age. Is it the parents of the underage person to call and notify someone? And if so, that wouldn't happen because Mel's parents love Vic. He's a good person, but he's stubborn sometimes. Mel always talked about never being interested in dating, even though almost everything that comes from her mouth is perverted and about sex. But I can tell that Vic was something different. Even if she wont admit it.

Then there's Tony. He left my house the morning after we had sex, and has barely spoken to me. He only speaks when he has to, and even then he doesn't look at me. I haven't seen him look at me once since he left. I could tell he wasn't happy. And I felt as if he hated me for not choosing him. I haven't seen him smile like he used to. Before you could see the smile in his eyes, but now, it's gone. I kept telling myself that he'll get thought it, but yet, My heart hasn't decided on whether or not I missed him, but I still try to convince myself that it's for the best. That I should only have to worry about Mike. I already know it's not gonna be so simple. This time with Tony is different than the first one. Aside from sex. It was him admitting over and over he made a mistake, that he wants me back. He was never one to share feelings. I found myself hating the fact I let him go. He said he had changed, and I believed him. Even if I didn't at the time. Once the self loathing had started to hit me again, I would convince myself that everything would be better if I act like nothing happened between us and that I'm Mike's girl. I don't know if I'm doing it to save my ass, or for the sake of the band and the boys' friendship.
I never told Mike that Tony and I hooked up. Even though Mike had confessed about taking the blonde girl home. He took her home, and she got sick and passed out. At least, that's what he tells me. Something in me wished that he had slept with her. But I knew that was because I wanted to confess to sleeping with Tony without being the only bad person in this relationship. I still constantly think about what Tony told me, how Mike has more than just me. But nothing has seemed to prove Tony right. Either Mike's good at hiding things, or Tony just really wanted me to be done with Mike.
As much as I used to love being with Mike, I think I had started to hate spending time with him. He was always kissing on me, and touching me. I had gotten to the point where I was constantly asking myself if he treated the other girls, if there were any, the way he treated me. I would constantly have to go outside for a smoke. My stomach would start to feel like it's twisting into a knot and all I want to do is apologize to Tony. I wanted to apologize to him just because of the fact he had to witness Mike being a hornball. He knew that I hated PDA.

And that's where we are now. I was in Mike's lap at the table in the Fuentes' kitchen. I was originally going to sit down next to him, but he had pulled me over to him. Tony stood at the Stove while Vic chopped a bunch of different vegetables.
Vic had decided he wanted to make a vegetarian dinner even though I was the only one who didn't eat meat. He had always talked about how he would never be able to do it, yet he was so willing to try soy burgers, or veggie dogs. Anything that I would eat as a meat substitute. Mike on the other hand, not so much. He was probably going to add some sort of meat to his plate.
"So what is going on for Halloween?"
I felt Mike shrug from under me and both Tony and him replied with the word 'alcohol'.
As where the girls and I had a different plan. There was a club close by that was doing a Halloween party. We all picked out costumes and were going to go there. Whether or not the guys came, was up to them.
Without saying anything, I stood up and walked out the glass door, leading to the backyard.

Something in me had changed drastically. The way I felt about Mike. I was so infatuated with him when this began. But now, he's too comfortable around me. He treats me as though I'm his property. Which in the beginning, I was fine with. He'd wrap his arm around me and call me his. And even though he still does it, he's yet to ask me to be his girlfriend. He doesn't do dates anymore. There's no more hand holding unless he sees someone staring at me. And the only alone time is when we're having sex. Him changing makes me think about what Tony told me. Maybe he doesn't want me as his girlfriend because that means if there are other women, he would be cheating on me. As of right now, no label. No cheating. But if that's the case, why do I feel so bad about the Tony thing?
I sat down on the pavement and lit a cigarette, silently cursing at the fact I had started smoking in the first place. Such a nasty habit. It's now something I run to when things get awkward, or I'm nervous, anxious, or just to get away from someone.

I heard the door slide open and I expected long lanky arms to wrap around me. But instead, a quiet Tony sat down next to me. A few feet inbetween us.
"I was gonna come out to smoke first, but you beat me to it."
"Sorry."
"Yeah. Me too."
He quickly lit one of his own. I watched as his lips curled around the filter as he inhaled. And how his lips puckered when he exhaled the gray smoke. I wanted to take the cigarette from him and put it out, telling him that something as poisonous as it should never get to touch his lips. And I had to stop myself from continuing on that thought 'Only my lips should touch your lips.'
My attention slowly moved up to his round eyes. I watched from the side as they scanned the backyard. I wanted to tell him something, anything to get rid of the silence between us. But instead, I looked at my feet and proceeded to take a drag.
I wanted more than anything for us to be laughing over something stupid. Or just having a conversation. Small talk, even. Hell, I wouldn't even care if we talk about the weather we're having.
When I saw Tony at my college a few months back, all I wanted was to hit him. To scream at him. I wanted to hate him with everything in me. But now?
I find myself missing everything about him. The way he used to lay his forehead against mine and scrunch up his nose. How he would make weird noises as he did stuff and didn't even notice it until I started laughing at it. How he slightly stuck out his tongue when he was concentrating. The way that he would dance around even when there was no music. How he'd sit next to me and touch me. Not a sexual way, but his arm brushing against mine or his leg against mine. I, at one point, did hate him. I hated him and was fine with never seeing him again. But having him in my life again, it reminded me of the good times we used to have, and how even now, he still makes me feel like I'm worth something. He was trying so hard to prove to me that he changed. He tried so hard to be with me. But Mike, it seems like he doesn't care.

"Hey, Tone. The girls and I are going out tomorrow night... Would... would you like to go?"
He stayed quiet and stared up at the sky, I watched as his eyes started to squint. He was clearly thinking of an answer.
"I guess not. Just forget I asked."
"Why?"
"Because you apparently don't want to or else it wouldn't take so long for you to answer."
I quickly tried to get up and go in the house. Rejection from Tony had actually hurt me.
He grabbed my wrist and gently pulled me back down next to him.
"No. Why do you want me to go?"
I shrugged. I wasn't going to tell him that I missed him. He's not going to hear those words from me so easily.
"I was hoping everyone would want to go. Just have a fun night out. I feel like everyone needs it."
He finally let go of my wrist and nodded. Then a sly smile started to appear on his face.
"Nesmith. Do you miss me?"
I rolled my eyes and stood up.
"Come on. You have food to cook."
He followed my actions and stood up, teasing me in a sing song way.
"You missed meee. I kneeewww it. You miiiisseeed me."
"I will close this door on you. Shut up, Perry."
He chuckled and followed me back into the kitchen. We were greatest with smoke and the fire alarm going off.
"NEW PLAN! WE'RE GOING OUT TO EAT!"
Vic had both hands in oven mitts, holding on to the pot that had it's contents were in flames as he quickly ran it from the stove to the sink. As soon as water hit the fire, more smoke emerged from the pan.p As for Mike, he was sitting at the table, laughing so hard, I was sort of scared he couldn't breathe.

~

It was Halloween night and something in me felt like a huge weight had even lifted when everyone agreed to going out.
That is, until Mel called me telling me she was having a sister night. Hailey's boyfriend had broken up with her, so their plan was to watch scary movies, make fun of the actors and actresses while eating candy. I had asked Hailey if she wanted to come along, but she refused, saying how she was looking forward to a sister date. I could tell Mel was hoping her sister would agree to my offer. Who actually wanted to stay in on Halloween?
It made me kinda sad that my siblings were all younger than me. Five and nine. I don't have one close to my age. I never got to sulk around with a sister after a breakup. Maybe I would've handled it better...

Corey and I walked down the street with our arms linked. And walking behind us were the four guys. Her and I were in costumes, while the guys were dressed in their casual clothes. We were kind of upset about it, but in the end, we decided it was fine that we were the only ones dressed up. Corey wore a cat suit. Not just a one piece. But an actual cat suit. Like, she had a tail, little mittens, and ears. The leopard print clung to her body, making her petite figure that was normally hidden by lose clothing, curvier. All night she had been picking at the fabric. And all night the guys and I have been saying that she looked hot. As for me, I truly don't know what I am, but Mike liked it. Black heels, fishnets, black tutu that was much too short, a black corset with red ribbons and lace. I had my hair pin straight, along with my makeup done extremely dark, and blood red lipstick.
I felt like some sort of mysterious vampire that you see in alot of movies. The one that seduces people before she kills them. Or I could very easily be a prostitute seeing as how I look like a whore. But Mike seemed to like it. When he saw it at the Halloween store, he begged me to get it.
It's the least I could do...
We weren't entirely sure where we were going, but as for now, walking around seemed to cut it.
Except the fact random guys would give us cat calls and whistles. Sometime yelling about taking us home tonight. Or how we should ditch our men for a 'real fun time'. Corey and I laughed it off, sometimes thinking up clever responses. If we weren't laughing too hard.
"Hey baby. Let me take you home tonight."
"I have a boyfriend."
"Boyfriends are overrated."
"Yeah? So are sleazy men with bad teeth."
I thought it was a good come back at the time. It earned an "ooohhh" from everyone in my group and a 'fuck you, bitch' from the stranger. But thinking about it, it was actually really stupid. And that's how most of the comebacks were. Except when the guys decided to jump in. Which they're reply would normally be a threat.

~

Corey sat at the bar swaying side to side with Jaime crouched down infront of her holding her face, whispering words to her, that from my distance I couldn't really make out. From her body language you could clearly tell something was wrong with her. As I started to walk over to her, to check up on her, she suddenly pushed him away and ran away from him screaming as he tried to chase her.
He quickly passed by me and somehow I managed to grab his arm.
'What's going on with Core?"
He ran his fingers through his now curly hair, standing infront of me a with worry on his
face. Worry doesn't suit him. I was so used to seeing a huge smile and dimples.
"I think... I think she dropped acid. And I'm starting to think she's on a bad trip. How does this even work!? I've never taken acid to know what's going on in her head! And what makes this worse is that a majority of these people are in costumes! And one point, she started crying because she thought she actually turned into a cat. She kept telling me not to tell her mom."
He tugged at his hair and looked around for her over the small crowd, of course having no luck with that because of how small his girlfriend is.
"I just want to take her home so she doesn't do anything bad!"
As soon as he walked away, Corey ran up to me and hugged me.
"Lydia! I have no idea what happened. I was talking to Tony about how tonight was just a really bad night with my anxiety. Then next thing I know this creepy guy gave me one of those Listerine strips. I'm freaking ooouuuttt! Oh, and not to mention, the stupid strips weren't even minty! And now I have a tail! Lydia! What do I do!?" She let go of me and grabbed her tail, lifting it up so I can see it.
I quietly giggled and hugged her, trying not to laugh too loud at the fact that she did drop acid.
"And to top all of that off. Some man keeps chasing me around and I'm pretty sure he's trying to kill me. I just want to find Jaime."
She wrapped her arms around me and we slowly walked back towards the bar.
"He's the one that's been chasing you."
She shook her head then took a seat. Sighing loudly.
"I want this to stoop."
"It's fine, Hun. We can call it a night and go home. You can even stay at my place until you're better. Maybe even stay at Jaime's."
"Hey. Core, Jaime is --"
Vic placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to let her know that Jaime was still looking for her, but his sentence was cut short. My eyes went wide as a fork quickly made it's way into his forearm, close to his elbow.
No one said a thing but we just looked at an object that should NOT be in someones arm.
The silence was quickly broken as Vic lifted up his arm and gave a high pitched scream.
"OH MY GOD! WHAT!? "
Corey and I loudly screamed along with Vic. If this was in a comedy movie, it'd be the part where everyone was looking back and forth between the three of us and down at the fork, constantly screaming.
Tony quickly ran up to us, wondering what the commotion was about, until Vic yelled and pointed to the fork. Tony's eyes grew and he joined in with the screaming.
"WHY THE HELL IS THERE A FORK IN YOUR ARM?!?"
"I'M NOT REALLY SURE! WHAT DO WE DO?!"
"STOP THE BLEEDING?!"
I quickly ran towards the girls bathroom and put a quarter into to sanitary pads cartridge and turned it, then repeated it so I got more than just one.
When I was younger, My mom turned around with a metal spatula in her hand to yell at my father and at the time I was walking by. She ended up slicing open my forehead. She didn't want to grab a towel because she was scared she'd get lint into the bone deep cut. So she grabbed something that was clean and held it to my head. A pad. She grabbed two for the road and had me hold it until we got to the emergency room. The doctors said that, her doing that, was a good idea.
When I got back to Vic, he stared at me as to why I was holding a feminine product. I gripped the fork and as I started to tug on it, Tony yelled at me.
"WOAH! YOU CAN'T DO THAT! HE HAS TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL! WHAT IF IT PUNCTURED SOMETHING AND IF YOU PULL IT OUT, IT MAKES IT WORST!"
I opened both of them and placed them on both sides of the fork, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. As soon as Jaime showed up, Corey ran into his arms.
"I thought Vic was trying to kill me! I picked up the nearest object to defend myself! He has a fucking fork in his arm! I just want everything to stop moving! And for everyone to stop being scary."
"Who's the sober one out of this group?"
Jaime kept his arms around Corey as he questioned us.
I raised my hand and stared at Tony who at this point was chugging the rest of his beer to get ready to go. Which in the back of my mind I was wondering how he had been drinking. He's 19 and he doesn't have a fake ID.
"I'm going to take Corey home, you guys go take Vic to the E.R.."
I nodded and told Tony to grab my keys and wallet off the bar as I walked with Vic holding his arm tight.
The five of us walked down the stairs and out the exit as fast as we could. Jaime picked up Corey and carried her to her car, placing her in the passenger seat. As where I had Tony and Vic sit in the back so Tony could apply pressure to Vic's arm. I closed the door behind them and quickly got in the drivers seat and started the engine. Once I made sure Tony wasn't going to pass out from the sight of blood, I was on my way to the closest hospital.
"Guys! I can't feel my fingers! GUUUUYYYSSS!"
"STOP PANICING VIC! YOU'RE FREAKING ME OUT! I WANT TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL FOR ONLY YOU, NOT FOR ALL THREE OF US GETTING INTO A CAR CRASH."
Tony didn't say anything as he followed my directions given to him over five minutes ago. His eyes were still wide as he stared at the metal fork with the prongs completely in his arm. I was still worried he would pass out and I'd have to worry about both of them. Tony's never been one to handle blood well.
"WHY DID SHE THINK I WAS TRYING TO KILL HER?!"
"VIC! STOP FUCKING YELLING! She was on a bad acid trip. You know as soon as she realizes what happened she's going to be baking you cakes, fluffing your pillows, trying to make up for this. Just let her sober up!"

~>

Tony and I sat outside of Vic's room while they were giving him his stitches. Tony, being drunk, was blowing this out of proportion. He was whining like a child as he rocked side to side. His words still came out slurred and drawn out.
"Dee! What if he diiiieeees? I looove hiiim. I mean, no homo. But Viiiic."
He quickly laid his head on my shoulder. I reached up and slowly ran my fingers through his hair to calm him down.
"Tone, He'll be fine. I promise you. They're gonna give him stitches and probably some meds for pain and to keep it from getting infected."
He whined again, this time not saying anything as he buried his face in my shoulder.
"He'll be fine.."
"Nooooooo. He's dying! Don't lie to me!"
I rolled my eyes at him and look up to see a tall blonde doctor walking out of Vic's room. He gave me a smile, motioning to the door. I smiled back at him and stood up, thinking Tony would support his weight, but instead he fell over on the bench, onto his side, and stayed in that position.
I walked into the room and saw Vic carefully poking at the white bandage that was wrapped around his arm.
"You think I'll have a scar from this?"
"Most likely, yes."
I chuckled and rolled my eyes as he replied by telling me how sweet it'd be.

The door quickly flew open, slamming into the wall causing both of us to jump and advert our attention to it. Mel stood there worried, but had quickly calmed down when she saw Vic was sitting upright and staring at her.
"Tony called and said that Vic was stabbed, and that he was bleeding bad and wasn't doing well. He sounded horrible on the phone. I was scared... But I guess he was wrong..."
I looked past her, out into the hallway, at Tony who was now passed out in the same position he was in a few minutes ago.
"No. Tony's drunk and overreacting. Just a misunderstanding taken out on my arm."
Vic held up his arm so Mel could see the bandages. I stood up and looked between Mel and Vic.
"I'll leave you two alone to talk. You have a ride, right?"
Mel nodded and looked back at Vic.
I closed the door behind me and when I walked over to Tony, I knelt down next to him. He was snoring away. I quickly pulled out my phone to text Mike. I had completely forgot about him with having a fork in Vic's arm, a Corey on acid, and an extremely intoxicated Tony.
I had already had a text from Mike.

From:
Mikey.:
Hey. Jaime called and told me what happened.
Once Corey had fallen asleep he picked me up.
Im going to sleep now though. Goodnight. Sweet dreams.

I tucked my phone in my pocket and tried to get up Tony. He just groaned and mumbled something to me. After a few minutes of struggling to get him to sit up, I sat down next to him and put his arm around my shoulder.
"I'm lifting you up now. I need help from you though."
He slightly nodded and helped me stand him up. We stumbled alittle until Tony realized what was going on and tried to regain his balance.
"Dee. I can't go home drunk."
I nodded, remembering how pissed off his mom used to get when he came home intoxicated.
I hated the idea of taking him home, but what else was I gonna do? Jaime's dealing with Corey. Mike's sleeping. Vic is going to be doped up on pain killers. My house was the only option he had.
"My couch it is."

Notes

Finally! So I had this written out and I was ready to upload it, then when I went to reread it, THE SMALL DETAILS I ADDED WERE GONE! I wanted to cry. x_x
Anyways. Corey always talks about stabbing people when we hang out, and she asked me if she could stab someone in the story. So why not? c:
She also had the idea that she stabbed someone was because she was on acid.

Feedback would be lovely! Also! Got any ideas what's gonna happen next chapter?!
Mel and Vic talking. Tony is drunk at Lydia's house. Somethings gonna happen with Mike too. ;D
And Corey wants quality time with Jaime, so that'll be in there too. NEXT CHAPTER IS GONNA BE BUSY!

Title credit;;
Motion City Soundtrack - Hold Me Down.