I rubbed my hands up and down my crossed arms as I watch the Fire Department put out the fire while Alex and Hannah watched. It was freezing out here and of course, me being me, I grabbed no kind of clothing besides an oversize T-shirt that belonged to my dad.

It was four in the morning and now I have no ride to go absolutely anywhere. I don’t even know how it caught on fire, across the street. My car, my baby.

And Lucas wonders why I hate Alex. It’s moments like this that make me hate him. And sure, a car catching on fire is bad, but it’s not the worse he’s done.

About ten minutes later and using the Jaws Of Life to pry my car open, the fire was safely put out. It was then that Alex crossed the street, a look of worry on his face, with Jack, Rian, and Zack trailing behind.

“Look what you did Gaskarth!” I screamed, not even caring that the police were nearby. I stormed up to his face and shoved him back until he fell off the curb. I was angry, beyond pissed at his fucking stupidity.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to get out of hand like this.” I snort and cross my arms.

“You’re such an idiot! I swear your ass is bigger than your brain most of the time!” and I continued yelling at him, using such graphical language, a parent wouldn’t allow their child to even think about it.

It’s just that Alex pushes me to a new limit I didn’t know I have until I reach it and this, this takes the crown.

Once I’m done with my rambling, I proceed by slapping Alex across the face and screaming.

He’s not my problem anymore, he’s the police problem.

“How did the fire start?” Lucas asks as he wraps me in a hug.

“It was caused by this,” I pulled away from Lucas and turned around at the officer. In his hand was a glass champagne bottle. It was black and covered in smuck and automatically, I knew that Alex did this on purpose.

“Charge everything to the teenage boy across the street. I’m going to bed.” I snap before charging my way to my house, with Lucas in tow.

I flop on my couch and run my hands over my face. Part wanted to cry and part of me wanted to go over there and beat him senseless. But neither of them would bring back my car.

“I need a smoke.” I get up to grab a cigarette, but Lucas pulls my back on the couch.

“Cigarettes are disgusting. What you need to chillax is this,” he reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a sandwich back with two blunts rolled up.

“Marijuana? Lucas, you dirty, dirty little boy.” I gasped as I snatched the bag from him. I never saw Lucas as a person who would buy weed from a dealer, let alone smoke it. “Where did you get this?” I asked as a grabbed a lighter from the drawer built into the coffee table.

“I know a guy.” He smirks.

“Well, what are we waiting for?!”

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Nothing looked sane. My mind was literally a cloud of smoke and nothing made any sense. I stretched my hands out in front of me and looked at them, turning them over and stared at them.

“Whoa.” I said with laugh. “Lucas!” I turned over to stare at him, but he was staring at the ceiling.

“Look at the ceiling Vicky. There’s rocks on it.” I leaned back on the couch until my head hit the cushion and I stared up. “You have rocks on your ceiling.” Lucas words slur together as he started to laugh uncontrollably.

I craved food. I crave icing. Not just any icing, but a tub full of icing. Whenever I get high, I crave it. I crave icing with waffles, I crave icing with pickles, I crave icing with icing.

Staring at the ceiling with my mouth slightly opened, I just thought about all the icing I would be buying later.

As we continued to stare, I heard the unmistaken noise of a doorbell going off.

“Ding dong.” Lucas said as the bell rang again. I stared to laugh. “Ding dong.” I stood up, tripping a little and ran to the door, throwing it open.

“Alex!” I said and pulled him in a hug. I felt air hit my neck as he sniffed.

“Alex is here?” Lucas called from the couch. Alex pushed me away and stared at me.

“You smell like weed Vicky.” He said with a disappointing frown.

“Don’t be sad, get glad!” I giggled.

“Vicky, the cops are still in front of your house, you may want to tone it down in case they decide to interview you.” He lowered his voice. He stepped inside and began shoving me up the stairs.

“You two need sleep this off, now.”He shoved us harder until we fell on the floor.

“OW!” Lucas yells dramatically and then starts laughing. I don’t know how he managed, but Alex got both of us in my room. I flopped backwards on the bed and Lucas flopped next to me, curling up on my side.

“Go to sleep.” And with that, he slammed my door shut.

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