Another peice of what im reading, most interesting so far, tell me what you think!!?

Question by tay.: Another peice of what im reading, most interesting so far, tell me what you think!!?
We end up going with Rachael into a large bathroom with Trevor awaiting us. I saw the mirror, the coke, and the razor blade. As trevor was preparing the lines, we all took are places me and Devon sat on the edge of the bathtub, Rachael on the counter, and Trevor on the toilet. “This is some good shit right here.” Trevor said as he passed the mirror to Rachael after he snorted his fat line. My heart was going crazy. I didn’t know if I should run away or suck it up, and enjoy myself. By the time I’d made up my mind it was my turn. All the lines were fat, “Let me see the razor.” I said to Trevor extending my hand for it. He handed me the razor with a confused look. “These are too big for me, remember I just got back from rehab..” I say letting it hang in the air, ashamed of my past that wasn’t so long ago and begin to make my line a little smaller.
I can remember all the shrinks telling me, “Coccaine is not an escape, it just wants you to think that, it wants you to rely on it. But it shouldn’t be anything more to you than a rock on the ground.” And blah blah blah. They were always so cheesy when they talked to me.
But I ignore what they say and take the straw, then I snort my line.
I feel the burning sensation in my nose, the immediate rush of adrenaline. I pass the mirror back to my brother who takes out more and makes another line for all of us, mine is smaller this time. So he understands, which is a good sign. It makes me feel better about living with him and everything. At least now he knows how I feel about the drugs. Not that I hate them, I love them. But I can’t be doing so much to get myself back into all my old habbits.
After I finish Devon leads me away. I feel good, and I know he does too. “Hey, you want a beer?” He asks me. I feel everyones eyes on me, including Koral and Alex, “Sure,” I tell him, “but why is everybody staring at me?” I ask confused. He smiles and lets out a little laugh, “Because your with me.” I give him a puzzled look, but of course he can’t even see it because he is leading me through the croud, in front of me, hand in hand, pushing through the blob of people standing around.
We make it to the kitchen, there are only a few people sitting or standing around the kitchen, drinking a beer. There are bottles all over the counter. Cups laying spilt or sitting there empty. “Well, I’m gonna have a screw driver, what would you like?” He smiles at me, and I can’t help but smile back. “I’ll have the same.” He winks and nods. He makes my stomach go crazy.
I feel like I’m twelve again, seeing a cute boy I like and having constant giggles, always smiling and of course insane butterflies, I thought I didn’t even get butterflies anymore. But boy was I wrong.
He hands me a drink, I take a sip and make a face. “Too strong?” He asks chuckling. “Nah, I like them strong. Just a little stronger than I thought.” I laugh. It’s really loud so when he says, “Wanna go some where quiet?” I’m not suprised. I don’t think he is gonna try anything, and if he did I sure as hell would not mind.
“Yeah, that sounds good.” I say to him. He leads me through the croud again. One hand holding is drink, and his other holding my hand. He leads me to a closed door.
When I saw it, it wasn’t what I had been expecting. Clean, spotless, and decorated. It had dark green walls. Two nice wooden dressers, a window with green curtains. His queen size bed that layed against the center of the wall straight ahead had a nice green and white striped comforter and a bunch of green and white throw pillows. I have never seen a boys room like this.
“I know, I know. It’s all clean and decorated. I like to color coordinate.” He tells me smiling. He sets his drink on the nightstand and then sits on his bed and I join him.
“So about earlier..” He begins to say than lets it hang, maybe he was expecting me to say something. But I gulp my drink and stay quiet, my head is spinning, I’m drunk and high. It feels good. “Look, Kadence, your really great. I’m sorry about what happened, it wasn’t right it sucks and-” I cut him off by holding up my hand. I set down my drink next to his.
I lean forward and so does he, once are lips meet, I can’t think I just want more. I keep kissing him, his lips are so soft. My tongue slips through our lips and meets his tongue. He is the best kisser, out of everyone I have ever kissed. My arms are around his neck, his hands tangled through my long hair. He lays me down, kissing me softly, but fiercly at the same time. I take off his shirt, not believing what I’m doing, not even thinking about it. I wiggle out of my sweatshirt. Our hands are everywhere, like a blind person trying to figure out what a person looks like. I pull his hair and a quiet moan in his throat escapes, he bites my lip and I can’t wait any longer. I unbutton his pants, start to pull down the zipper when suddenly his hand is on my wrist and he is pulling away.
What did I do wrong? I think to myself. I feel rejected and

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Answer by andreashatz
I’m reading another interesting read. It’s the Y!Answers community guidelines. Turns out spamming and ranting are against those rules, and people could get reported for doing that. If only I could connect this to your post… Oh, wait, I can! 🙂

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