Okay, I know it's been a long, long time since you've seen POD around here. I finished it by the way =D. This isn't the last chapter, this is about 40 pages from the end. So...yeah. I know it's been a while, you might need to re-read the past chapter or two to get back into the swing of things =D
I hope you enjoy it!!!!
(And I am editing, this is all the unedited versions. I'm going to lengthen all the chapters and make them 6-8 pages each in stead of one, one and half ish stuff. there's a lot going on with editing =D)
Philosophy of the Dark
-Chapter 46
-Intoxicated
After school Darren and Nat left to look for something, while Amber and Jamie went to Amber’s house.
Jamie parked her car and followed Amber inside.
“What are they looking for?” Jamie asked.
“Something for us to do,” Amber answered simply, heading straight for the kitchen.
“What kind of something?” Jamie asked skeptically, dropping her sweater on the back of the sofa.
“The kind that isn’t boring.” Amber walked back out of the kitchen holding two dr. peppers. She tossed on to Jamie.
“What do you mean?” Jamie sat down on the sofa next to Amber and watched her flip through the channels.
Amber shrugged. “How should I know, I’m not with them.”
Jamie laughed and opened her soda as Amber chose some fashion show she’d never seen before.
Halfway through the show, something started beeping in the kitchen.
“All I can guess,” Amber said, standing up, “is wherever we go, don’t walk into the bedrooms.”
She winked and went into the kitchen. Jamie shook her head, not another party.
Darren and Nat picked them both up in his dark blue mustang. Jamie followed Amber into the backseats, feeling like an idiot as she climbed over the side of the car. Amber had re-dressed her in a short skirt and tank top, much like the ones she was wearing now.
“We spent all day looking for this place,” Nat called over the wind as they drove away. “It’s pretty far, but it’s supposed to be a party of the year!”
“Aren’t they all,” Jamie mumbled to Amber, making sure nobody else could hear her.
Amber laughed a little before pulling her hair back into a ponytail to protect it from the wind. She handed a rubber band to Jamie to do the same.
Almost an hour later they were parked a few blocks down from what they could hear actually should be the party of the year.
“Crap,” Nat said as they walked closer and closer to the huge once empty warehouse. “I think we’re late.”
“It shouldn’t be long until the police come crash this one,” Darren added putting a protective arm around Nat. Proving to any drunk guy that they came across that she was his.
“Look,” Amber said to Jamie, pulling her a few feet back so they were out of earshot with Darren and Nat.
“You have to be really careful at these parties. Don’t take drinks from anyone, watch out for pills and drugs. Actually, just don’t put anything in your mouth, okay?”
“You sound like my mother,” Jamie said. “Don’t worry, I’ve been to parties before.”
Amber looked up at the warehouse, a guy dropped from the roof falling a few stories down into a crowd. People screamed, a few laughed. “Somehow I doubt that‘s going to matter,” Amber said.
Appalled, Jamie nodded.
They lost Nat and Darren early, before they even stepped into the building. Loud music was coming from inside, and flashes of colors periodically flashed with it.
Inside, you could tell the building used to be used for storage. It was one large, empty space with a high ceiling and next to no natural light. A wide variety of people were crowded in the middle dancing crazily. Most with red or blue plastic cups.
Jamie didn’t recognize any of the people, and she doubted that they recognized her. It was perfect.
“So, what next?” Jamie yelled over the music.
Amber shook her head, “I have no idea.”
They laughed. Nat ran up to them, obviously excited about something.
“Hey!” She called, “Amber, Jamie.”
She ran up to them and hugged them.
“You’d better not already be drunk,” Amber said, “it’s barely been half an hour.”
“No silly!” Natalie laughed, “something extra-E fun.”
“E?” Amber asked, almost sounding mad, “Where do you get that stuff?”
“Darren, where else?” Nat asked, laughing again.
Jamie had heard of people using E, or ecstasy, but she never thought that Nat would. It lowered her opinion of her.
“Speaking of Darren,” Nat said, still yelling even though the music was between songs. Nobody could hear her though, it seemed like everybody was yelling.
“In his car there are two six packs, and next to it them is a goodie bag. Could you be a dear and go get them for me?”
“You’re not drinking with E,” Amber said protectively.
“Don’t tell me what to do!” Nat yelled. Then she began to laugh hysterically, bending over like somebody was ticking her.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she laughed. “I just burst out yelling like that.” She continued laughing.
Jamie looked at Amber, eyes wide. Amber shrugged.
“You know what?” Nat began, “You two need to loosen up, keep one of the six packs for yourself. M’kay?”
“Whatever.” Amber shrugged and pulled Jamie away from the party.
“E?” Jamie asked when they were far enough away from the party.
“Yeah,” Amber answered, “she’s certainly gotten into some stuff.”
“Why?” Jamie asked.
Amber shrugged, “I guess she just wants to fit in.”
They reached the car, it was unlocked. Amber slid into the passengers seat and pulled a single key out of the glove compartment.
“The trunk is locked, it has all the stuff in it,” Amber said when she saw Jamie’s look.
“Somebody’s going to take the car someday,” Jamie said. Amber slid across into the drivers seat and turned the car on while Jamie sat in the passengers seat.
“People aren’t all bad,” Amber said, lowering the hood of the car.
“Yeah but- what are you doing?” Amber put the car in gear and began to drive away.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “Nat and Darren will forget all about us being there. I’m just hungry. We’ll be back at twelve to pick them up.”
They drove up to a small twenty-four hour pizza place. Inside it smelled like grease, although the place was spotlessly clean. Amber ordered a pizza while Jamie sat at one of the red and white checkered booths.
Amber slid into the seat a minute later with a small triangle number. Sixteen.
“So,” Amber said, “What’s up?”
Jamie shrugged, “Nothing really, how about you?”
“I got a reply from the New York school,” Amber said.
“Really, what did they say?”
“No,” Amber said sullenly. “And that made me realize, colleges are corrupt.”
“You just noticed?” Jamie tried to joke. Amber continued as if she didn’t hear.
“They only want money, they don’t give a damn whether or not the students actually tried. So, I’ve decided, I’m going to make it on my own.”
“Wha- how?” Jamie asked, surprised by her once college bound, voted to be most likely to succeed, friend’s tone.
“I’m going to make clothes. You know, have a boutique. Nobody asks for credentials for that.”
“It costs money,” Jamie said.
“Yeah, and I have money saved for college.” A waitress came and put a flat pizza on the table. She took the number and walked away.
“Your parents wont agree.”
“They don’t have to know,” Amber said. She began to look almost hurt by her friends disapproval, “I’ve thought about this a lot, trust me. I’m going to go far enough away that they wont ever see me, and then when I’m successful, they’ll be proud of me. They don’t ever have to know that I’m not in college.”
Jamie shook her head, trying to see how it would work. Half of the boutiques were shut down within a year.
“Where are you going to go?” she asked.
“Jamie, it’s a boutique. Where do you think I’m going?”
“New York,” Jamie said quietly.
Amber nodded excitedly, “Right after graduation.”
“New York,” Jamie said again.
