Dance Hall Drug

In Elle's point of view, Jessica was the pretty one. She was the girl with a smile that flattered all the boys. That made her the topic in guy's whispered gossip, the girl they all chased in kindergarten, the girl they tried to give kisses and always extra candy to in Valentines Day. The girl that every guy wanted to go to semi formal with. The girl with that flawless sort of skin and enchanting eyes. The girl that went out with Christofer Drew since 6th grade and still growing strong in 10th grade. The girl with all the guys drooling after her.

Basically Jessica was the epitome of perfection. And Elle couldn't help but feel jealous.

stuck at the moment
dead at the scene
and it's on tonight

In Jess's point of view, Elle was the gorgeous one. She was the wondrous exotic beauty who was too shy for her own good. She was the girl with the modest beauty. She was the girl who hated her appearance and wished she was more likeable. She was the girl who made guys afraid of her because of her rare gorgeousness. She was an angel sent from Heaven, yet too shy to even strike a conversation with a guy. The girl who only talked to Jess, her best friend. The girl who could only feel comfortable talking to Christofer, her best friend's boyfriend. The girl who took Chris's breathe away when she laughed. The only girl other than Jess who Christofer would take out to dinner and even take a ride in his beat down car without having awkward moments.

Honestly Elle was a masterpiece of artistry. And Jess couldn't help but feel jealous.

show 'em
what you're made of

That one Halloween where everything changed was in their sophomore year. Elle was a '20s showgirl. Jessica was a scene queen. Christofer was the vampire. They sped in Christofer's beat up convertible, feeling the night air whip their faces as they all sang along to Led Zep's Stairway To Heaven. Elle driving the car, cranking the volume louder and louder while Jess and Christofer leaned forward in the back seat, crooning along to Led Zeppelin and overpowering Elle's voice.

It was the party of the year. If you didn't go, you might as well have been an outcast. And everyone knew Alicia threw the parties that were worth talking about months later. And the trio wasn't going to miss any of the fun.

"Whatever happens, we're still straightedge, right?" Elle smirked as they rang they walked up the pathway to Alicia's unmistakable house that was drowned in blaring music and screams.
Christofer and Jess nodded before walking inside the biggest mistake they would make.

But only Jess remembered what Elle said before they stepped right into disaster. Only Jess.

so turn off all the lights
dressed up
just like a movie star

Who could resist? The strobe lights flickering. The music swallowing everyone in dance moves and popping and locking. The screaming band at the far left, while everyone moshpitted against the 'stage'. The frothy beer everyone had in dixie cups. The thick stench of smoke filling their nostrils. It was a disaster waiting to happen. Christofer was already up there, madly strumming his guitar to the singer's voice that reverbated in everyone's spine. Jess watched her boyfriend happily, trying to push away drunk boys she knew since kindergarten who tried more desperately to get in her pants.

at all the parties
they'll know who you are
wouldn't it be great
to be fashionably late
so why don't you wait
till your sedated

Elle was the first to go down. Ironic, how she was the one who reminded everyone she was the straightxedge one. Oh no, an hour in the house she was already downing her 3rd cup of beer and was making out with some random boy with pretty pretty hair.

don't it feel like
something's not right
in his kiss tonight?

Christofer, sweaty from playing, was thirsty for something. Anything. And when they said beer was all they had, he readily agreed. It only took him 4 more cups to get him drunk. It only took him 4 more cups to notice the pretty angelic girl smoking a joint on the corner with other boys admiring her and seducing her with drunken pick up lines.

what im saying is
do you wanna lost it all
do you want to learn to fly

Jess was dizzy. No beer. No drugs. She looked everywhere for Christofer. For Elle. She already had been almost raped once. Made out three times against her will and she didn't want to taste the bitter tongues of promiscuous guys. The smoke was stinging her eyes, her mouth screaming over and over, "ELLE! Christofer!", but the laughter of her highschool friends and people she looked up to drowned her out, as Jess desperately tried to get out.

you should pack it up
say goodbye
cause when the push
comes to the shove
he's just a
dance hall drug

It was Elle. Quiet timid Elle in clothes she wouldn't get caught dead in. Her blonde hair lank and greasy with the scent of smoke. She wasn't that '20s showgirl anymore. More like '20sstripper. She left the guys wanting more as she blew flicked her cigar away. Christofer got closer to her, he smiled as she winked back. And God knows what happened as they disappeared into a closet.

the candles are lit
and the clothes on the floor
you could take a chance
on finding romance

Jess desperate to get away was being barred by the door. She couldn't get out. Desperate for air. Desperate for Christofer. Desperate for Elle. Jess couldn't believe she was the one who persisted at going to this party. What was she thinking? These parties were a living Hell for straight edge people like her, Christofer and Elle. But what she didn't know, her friends were in paradise while she got her slice of Hell. She opened a door. A shirtless couple looked up as the guy pressed her back into the washing machine. Jess just about threw up. Another portal, Jess wished her luck that the room was empty so she could throw up in peace. Or maybe even better her friends would be there hiding themselves from the Hell she put them in. Jess was right. In a sense. She opened the door and was about to leave when she saw a fully clothed couple on top of each other. It would have been better if it wasn't her best friend under her boyfriend.

the room won't stop spinning
and thoughts in your heads
and it's too late
you feel like making a big mistake
you shoulda waited

"Christofer?" it was a voice of surprise.

Of agony.
Of hatred.
Of jealousy.
Of sadness.
Of betrayal.

Jess was running away. She broke through the screen door, gaining stares from the people in the hot tub. Christofer ran after her yelling her name followed after a couple I love yous and Im a fuckup.

Maybe she imagined the Please Forgive Me. Maybe she imagined everything. Jess felt tears welling up in her eyes as they poured down the asphalt road she raced down. Good thing she had no beer.

Too bad Christofer was running in crooked zig zag lines.

Elle was crying silently locked up inside the closet. Her lips were bruised, her hair stenched with smoke. Her tears stung the pain on her lips. As she thought in her head a couple phrases such as I love you and I'm a fuckup. Mostly Please forgive me. And she could only hope her and Jess were telepathic in some way.