Lies 1-50

My teeth sunk into the pear I was eating at a vicious speed. The guys were in the next room talking to some producer about a demo CD. They had found him through an add in the paper, and they thought he ws great. He looked like a high priced man whore to me. His 'bling' was blinding, his teeth were an ugly shade of yellow from all the cigarettes he put into his lungs, and his eyes showed the liver failure I knew he was going through. They were too yellow to be normal.

"Wandaful!" His voice grew increasingly louder as he got closer to the door I was sitting by, "I'll caull you gies in a week!"

"Thanks" I heard Levi's timid voice answer.

"WHOO HOO!" Skinner's voice shook the door, which then echoed his enthusiasm.

They shot out of that room like four bats out of hell and scooped me up in their frenzy. "PUT ME DOWN!!!" I screamed and punched Skinner's back.

"Owww, alright!" He said in return.

I stomped away playfully and waited for Noah to wrap me up in his arms. He did warmly eventually, and I took in his smell. It was like gasoline; so addicting that I just kept smelling it. Oh, how I wallowed in that scent on his pale skin.

"So how does this all work?"

"We start recording tomorrow."

"Really? That soon?"

"Yes, really that soon."

"Oh."

My voice dropped with the weight of one thousand elephants being supported by one string that just happened to be tied around my vocal cords.

"Don't be so upset, it's not like we're leaving you or something."

Yeah, I've heard that before. "I'm not leaving you," Damien told me time and time again. Over and over. Those fucking words meant nothing to him.

"I know," I sigh miserably, "But you'll find time to avoid me at all costs for your art."

"Baby, you are his art. He paints to you all the time, if you know what I mean." Drake said with a wink.

"DRAKE!" Noah shouted, appalled that his friend would even think to say that to me. I laughed. I was so used to these antics the boys pulled.

"NOAH!" Drake hissed.

"Guys, I really don't have a good feeling about this demo thing…" I said, changing the subject.

"Why not?"

"That guy freaked me out. What was his problem with me? He wouldn't even let me come into the back room with you guys and then he kept staring at me. It was so weird. I just don't like odd people like that. He was much too strange."

"How about we go to a party tonight?" Levi said suddenly, shocking us all. He wasn't exactly the party type, he was more the stay at home and read a 1,000 page novel type of guy. That's why we were so close, we could just sit there in complete silence and understand each other perfectly.

"Oh, how about that new place down the street? We still have all that drag club money." Drake offered.

It sounded great, even to me. I needed a chance to loosen my muscles on a dance floor somewhere packed between people's sweating bodies, rubbing against them in the most unholy ways that were commonly acceptable.

We got to the club after about an hour of fighting over the cramped bathroom in our small hotel room. The people there were interesting, most of the girls were dressed up in tight little outfits and way too much makeup. The boys were in loose fitting jeans and a few had taken off their shirts.

"Can I buy you a drink?" a drunk boy slurred in my face.

"No." I stated bluntly.

"Sure I can. BARTENDER!"

"No you can't. Stop trying, you aren't even worth my time." I grabbed Noah's hand and led him onto the floor. People were violently thrashing around me to a song pounding out of the speakers. We joined the hypnotic rhythm and began moving faster.

Our flesh bonded with every other person in the room and we were all moving in unison, waiting for the song to end so we could break apart without the awkwardness of breaking away in the middle.

The song ended and suddenly we were a herd running toward the kill. Everyone fled to the bar to get another drink. A few people snorted some coke their friends slipped them secretly.

"Noah that was awesome!" I said lightly. I hadn't had a single drink because I was the designated driver. I never got to have any fun, they were too protective of me.

"Yeah it was." He had only had two.

"FOR SHIZZLE!" Drake, Levi, and Skinner all screamed. Then they burst out laughing and somehow found themselves rolling in a stupor on the floor. We lost count as to how many they each had.

Noah and I helped the up and we all walked back to the van. I drove home with Noah asleep on my shoulder the whole way.

The next morning I threw the curtains open and said in a very annoying high pitched voice, "WAKE UP SLEEPY HEADS!" Noah had been awake with me for an hour and had already downed a pot of coffee by himself.

"Shut up!" Drake squeaked and pulled the pillow tighter over his head.

"Stop screaming." Levi moaned and rolled over gripping his head.

"HOW THE HELL DID A FAUCET GET OVER MY HEAD?! OH MY GOD AM I SHRINKING?" Skinner called from the bathroom. I think he might have done some pot.
"How long have I been asleep?" Drake asked in a loud whisper.

"3 hours." I replied simply as I sipped my coffee.

"You're mean."

"I know." A smile spread across my lips. Toying with them was so much fun.