Zelda Zonk (dizzyp) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-01-04 06:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | dizzy, jacob, thread |
Tuesday 3|11|08
Who: dizzyp and prismane
When: Tuesday Night 3|11|08
Where: Dizzy's Room, The Pool, The Cafeteria...
What: Misadventures of The Virgin and Starfish
Status: Complete
Curled up in bed, Dizzy was in the midst of reading One Hundred Years of Solitude for the billionth time when there was a knock on her door. She'd ignore it. It was probably someone looking for her roommate anyway. Whomever it was, it wasn't someone she wanted to see. No. Not when Jacob was at home and Rez had already decided to leave in the next few months. Their recent time together now seemingly a waste. They both knew she'd never come visit him wherever he landed himself, she'd be lucky if she ever made it out of the institutional systems altogether. A groan of tedium escaped her. Locked away with her sobriety had made her desire for death ever more present. The weight of even the most remote semblance of the future wore too heavily on her heart especially when the majority was quiet unfortunate and in nearly half of the cases involved the lives that surrounded her regularly. It was still too difficult to decipher between visions and simple nightmares. It was a responsibility she did not want nor did she understand. Being plagued with the knowledge of what may happen outside of the present tormented her with guilt and consequence. Inebriation was her only escape but a sense of apathy had left her paralyzed and unwilling to seek out temporary release. Hearing the pet name that only one person in the world had ever called her, Dizzy's brow arched, dropping the book on her bed as she rose to her feet. Could it be? Brows furrowed, bare feet silently made their way across the room to unlock and open her door. A smile begun to tug at the corner of her mouth as pale jades landed on Jacob. A grin curled her lips further as she reached out and took hold of his shirt. Dizzy pulled him into her room and shut the door, locking it once again. Arms were tossed about his shoulders as she planted a kiss to his cheek. "I'm so glad you're back." Her words were genuine, though it might have seemed her happiness sprung from the alcohol he was providing it was very much in fact Jacob's presence itself that had thrilled her so. The booze was just a bonus. Reaching out, she'd take the bottle from his hand with a smirk, taking a moment to chug, in an attempt to catch up before handing it back to her cohort. Licking at her lips to make sure not a drop was put to waste. The enthusiastic greeting relieved him, a happy sigh escaping his lips. Fuck, he had missed her. That much was obvious to him in his tipsy state, as foggy as everything else was. "Of course," he said with a smirk in return and wrapped an arm around her waist to give her a soft squeeze. "Who else is going to flood your cute underage self with shitloads of alcohol?" A small joke, as he placed his bottles of alcohol on the bed and took a seat next to them. His hands outstretched and indicated that she should sit next to him. "I'm already on the road to getting drunk and you're not even out of the fucking driveway!" That definitely had to be fixed as soon as possible, and he urged her to drink more and more. The rest of the alcohol in his bottle disappeared, but he had forgotten how strong the moonshine was and its effects were apparent in no longer than a couple of minutes. In fact, the woozy feeling seized him with a vicious grasp and the contents of his stomach flipped over threateningly. Why would a little fact like this stop him? Jacob uncorked the next bottle, taking a gulp of that and became slightly more nauseous. Damn it. "It's good to be back. I guess." He frowned, knitting his brows together. "Except I fucked things up." Here came the tide of swear words. "I'm going to fucking drink my memory away, a fucking lot, and have fun with you. Because my magic fucking isn't fucking tricks even though some fucking people say it is." Another quarter of his bottle gone in another few gulps. It hurt, it really did, and all he wanted to do was crawl into a ball and hide. His pride prevented him from doing that, so getting drunk with a good friend was the next best thing. There was drunk, and then there was absolutely wasted out of his mind, which was the goal. Lips pursed as his question as she rolled her eyes at him. Of course she was forever grateful to the way Jacob doted on her, though for her ego's sake she'd pretend now and then that it made no difference. Laughter ruptured from her, for the first time in weeks and he exclaimed with his metaphor about her still being in the driveway. "I'm working on it..." Dizzy gave as an excuse a weak attempt as she followed him to her bed to snag one of the bottle for herself. He was out of his mind if he really thought there was any possibility of the two of them finishing off the supply he'd brought. Surely she had built up a high tolerance for narcotics as well as liquor, but her being somewhat under weight was a factor that hadn't changed much and unfortunately did have an effect on how quickly and to what degree the girl got wrecked. Starting to drink she listened to him start to speak again and then seemingly his a landslide of words and guilt and sour emotions. Taking a sip from the bottle she'd opened, Dizzy used the back of her free hand to wipe at her mouth. Brows furrowed she eyed Jacob for the end of his rant before inquiring. "Wait... back up." She gave a shake of her head to emphasize her confusion. "What did you fuck up? What happened?" Well atleast one thing made sense. He was here and intending to get shit faced because something was wrong. Which made much more sense when it came to Jacob, he wasn't really the sort to drown himself for absolutely no reason, atleast not to this degree. "Start from the beginning..." She said as Dizzy joined him on her bed, on the opposing side of the bottles as she continued sipping. Dizzy was the only person right now who Jacob trusted enough to talk about the horribleness that had happened when he talked to his sister. His hands shook again, throat swelling and damn it, he was about to tear up which she'd notice if he wasn't careful. He cleared his throat to distract himself from becoming too emotional and chugged more alcohol for a few seconds before he started to speak. "I went to Pearl's room after I came back," he said in a quiet voice. "She was still pissed off because I called her useless. She said she was studying, I said that was good and then shit happened. She wanted me to settle, she called my magic tricks, like she didn't care... and I called her an ungrateful bitch before I pushed her." He felt even more sick now and his throat made it very difficult to swallow. "I've never fucking pushed her in my life and I don't think I swore at her often either. That's not even the fucking worst part. I tried to cast a spell to hold her still or some shit but a piece of the floor blew up so..." He failed his magic, and that was embarrassing. "What the fuck is happening to me?" A small sniff sounded before he drank more alcohol. "Part of me fucking hates her but I love Pearl, I can't not love Pearl. Fuck..." He really was going to cry now - unbeknownst to him, he looked paler than usual, tinged with green as he was about to vomit. "I---" Dizzy continued to look confused. Why had he called her useless in the first place? It wasn't really any of her business, what was important for her to know was only what Jacob was telling her. He'd fought with Pearl, pushed her and embarrassed himself. Letting out a breath, Dizzy set the bottle she'd just opened up on her night stand, leaving her hands free in case the situation would call for physical affection. Though to some extent it already had, the bottles between them on the bed were proving to be quite the barricade as she watched her best friend ramble. It was in the midst of listening to his story that Dizzy had noticed the strange hue of his skin tone a clear sign that he was not well be any means. She could tell that he was near vomiting, the look on his face obvious as she jumped into action. Snagging up the small garbage can that lingered near the desk, Dizzy handed it to him, grateful that her roommate was usually thoughtful enough to put a garbage bag inside the can to keep it clean. I'll be right back. Slipping through her bedroom door the girl disappeared for a few moments. When she finally returned Dizzy had a warm, wet hand towel in her grasp and a bottle of water. Items she seemingly conjured out of thin air considering how quick she'd been about it. Setting the bottle next to Jacob's thigh, she began folding the nice, cold towel in preparation of laying it over his neck. He felt the potent combination of guilt and drunk before, only this time it was as though he was suffocating with it. The garbage bag registered a little in his brain and he had the sense to open it, staring into the depths of black crinkledness, vaguely aware a couple of tears trickled down his cheeks. That had to be from the alcohol. A fresh wave of nausea hit him and he vomited into the bag. Maybe he'd keel over now. A breath left him, but it was a minute or so before he vomited a little again. Jacob wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leant back, against the wall. Ugh. He groaned softly, trying to get a hold of his senses, but soon he was slipping into unconsciousness. Did he reach out to Dizzy with one hand, or was that a dream? He might have moved over to her, leaning on her shoulder and wanting to speak. "Can I stay here forever?" A barely conscious and irrational question, but nothing seemed to come to mind now. He was lost in a haze of nausea and five seconds away from passing out. The stubborn part of him clung to consciousness still. Dizzy had wrapped the towel around the back of his neck while he was in the midst of losing his latest meal. Fingers gently pushed through his hair as she waited for the waves to subside. She'd never seen him this fucked up before. It worried her, but only because she knew first hand how strong his alcohol was and that this time he'd been incredibly upset. Jacob rarely got this upset. Frowning as she watched him suffer, Dizzy only wished there was something to make it stop. But he'd have to ride it out. The only thing she could really do for her friend was be there and do the obligatory things that someone with experience was supposed to do. Such as making sure he fell asleep on his stomach rather than his back to prevent asphyxiation in case he vomited while sleeping and watching to make sure it was only fluid and not blood that left his body during an upheaval. "Jay, c'mon... stay with me." She said gently, holding him up as best she could while he leaned on her. If he fell asleep now, she'd merely spend hours awake, waiting to make sure he made it through the night alright. Arm wrapped about his waist, she'd lean over the edge of the twin bed to tug a window open in order to let cold, fresh air in to help aid her in keeping him awake and hopefully start sobering him up. Sitting him down on the bed seconds later, she was careful to make sure he wouldn't fall over as she worked quickly to remove the bottles from her bed and hide them underneath. He was too drunk and hazy to appreciate what she was doing, so after he sobered, he had to thank her. Dizzy's presence comforted him while he vomited, much needed because she was the only one he could trust seeing him like this. If he only showed his weakness to one person, the less chance he had of looking like a fool. He finished after a couple of minutes and groaned softly, inhaling a breath in the hope it might help. Her plea worked, getting through to him, and he struggled to stay awake. The cold air helped a little, but he needed more. Rubbing his eyes, Jacob tried to focus on her, her scent, as difficult as that was. Leaning on her just made him sleepier so he sat up and set glassy eyes on her. "Why is your name Dizzy?" he asked. A simple question, which made sense to his alcohol-induced mind. "Do you spin around a lot? Or get seasick?" He started to snicker, just a little, and gave her a gentle poke in her arm. "Maybe you should call me Drunky because I'm so drunk." Additional names appeared in his mind and amused him even more. "Crabby... or Mud." Jacob certainly felt like it after what had happened with Pearl. If only he was able to hide in here with Dizzy for a while, until he had enough courage to face his sister and other people. No one would see him being drunk, just hungover, and that was easy enough to hide. Jacob frowned. "I guess not being able to sleep fucks you up." Leaning over the bed, Dizzy did her best to keep him sitting up straight. She soon pulled the towel from around his neck and used it to gently smooth it over his parts of his face. Dizzy knew all too well how good the cold felt when incredibly drunk. Too many times she'd found herself embracing a bathroom floor in need of the cool of the tiles. His question brought a smile to her face as she moved to sit on the bed next to him. Her fingers still worked pushing his hair from his face and briefly pressed the cold rag to his cheeks. "No..." her voice trailed in response to his conclusion. "I used to be really heavy into meth... which is an upper. It turns a person into... well I guess like a kid on pixie stix. My ex and our friends started calling me 'Dizzy' because I was probably the worst tweaker of them all. They used to say I made them dizzy..." Smirk lingered as she spoke amused by how ironic her name was these days. Heroin was now her drug of choice and the girl was no longer as easy to thrill as she had been back then. "I'll stick with Virgin." Dizzy smiled, a huff of air released in the form of a laugh as she said it, sure that he wouldn't be as amused as she was. Sitting up against the wall, Dizzy watched poor Jacob struggle to stay awake. She debated taking advantage of this opportunity, of Jacob being drunk but thought against it. For a moment. "Why do you like Summer?" It was a good time to pick his brain without fearing the ego bruising she would've otherwise. Completely inexperienced in the realm of teenage sweethearts, courtship, romance and so on and so forth, it was a decent way to learn. And keep him up. The cool towel was an utter relief, and he gave a soft sigh at the touch to his skin. Her knowing what to do made her perfect and he marvelled at her perfectness to the extent a highly intoxicated person could. He looked at her when she started to talk, trying to remember what meth was before she told him. Even then, he struggled with the term upper. So she used to be hyper, sugar crazy type of hyper, and the image of that made him laugh. "Bet you were cute hyper and shit," Jacob teased, "and you danced a lot." The memory of him trying to dance with her was a good one. Her insistence of sticking with that particular nickname caused a frown to form on his face in sloppy indignant fashion. "When I get fucked, you can't call me that anymore. Your plan is flawed. Ha!" His eyes glinted with smug satisfaction, amusingly, as he was in no position to have that kind of attitude. He calmed at her question, partly remembering the argument he and Pearl had that had led to the topic of her as well. In vino veritas. Dizzy would know within moments; he needed to tell her and was nowhere near afraid as he was sober. "She's pretty, bakes good shit, and wants to learn shitloads about magic. Pearl thinks the only reason I like her is she's a witch." He looked at his hands, furrowing his brow. "I guess she's right, but I don't know... I can't believe she likes me back." Any day she would get tired of him and leave, and he wouldn't know what to do next. "I can't believe you like me either." Jacob flew straight past the happy stage of being drunk to being down on himself, perhaps not surprising since he drank too much and was sick. He stuck a hand in his pocket, found the box of Tic Tacs - were they the same or did he replace them with something? - and tossed a few into his mouth, eating them quickly. Instantly he felt more awake and he realized what they were. "Oh shit!" exclaimed Jacob, starting to giggle. "I took my stay awake Tic Tacs. Three. I'm only supposed to have one a day!" He was not able to stop laughing over the next minute until he guided her hand holding the cloth to his forehead. "Now I think I have to vomit." Tilting his head downwards helped and it wasn't long before he threw up into the garbage bag again. A deep breath afterwards helped him feel better. A smile crept over her lips as he commented on what he imagined her to be like when on a meth high, or just back then. Her smile slowly faded as she verbally confirmed his assumptions. "Yea..." Her voice trailed with a sense of longing for that girl. Dizzy missed the not so jaded, happy girl she once was. Even in the midst of being homeless and fighting with her boyfriend constantly and prostituting herself for a high... she'd had moments she'd allowed herself to be happy and silly and unabashed by anything. Now she was just so... tired. Her smile soon returned at his claim, curling the corners of her mouth. "Maybe... we'll see when that happens." Dizzy gave a roll of green eyes with a smirk as if to suggest him losing her virginity was a possibility anytime in the near future. In truth she was actually incredibly surprised he hadn't been with someone already. And frankly, once he and Summer were official, Dizzy was surprised it'd still hadn't happened. It was none of her business really, she merely enjoyed teasing him about it. When he finally did have sex, she'd have to find a new nickname for her best friend. Brows wrinkled as he started to explain why he liked his girlfriend. Dizzy had expected different answers, but maybe that was just her ideals on love and relationships filtering in. Really, she was hardly one to compare or measure up what love really was, everything she'd experience had been the car crash result of a one night stand that only ended in a fiery blaze. Surprise did overcome her facial features at the words that proceeded his explanation. "What? Are you kidding?" He had to be. How could he be so down on himself? Insecurity had been one thing Dizzy never would of pegged him for indulging in. "Jay, you're hilarious. You're considerate and understanding and even when you're pesky, your heart's always in the right place. You're genuinely loving and easy to talk to..." Her voice trailed realizing she should stop there rather than going on an hour long purge about all of the reasons why she liked him, and well, probably why Summer did, too. "Summer probably would say the same thing, probably better since she knows you in a different way, but, don't be a dope. There's plenty of reason to like and love you." She felt almost hypocritical saying it, knowing that she felt that way all the time, but was too proud to voice it. Too proud, or too scared, really. Surely no one could say as much about her. She was just a broken down, used up street rat even if she was only in her late teens. Her soul was old, dirtied and jaded. It was only as he popped the tic tacs in his mouth that it occurred to her that those might not just have been ordinary little pieces of candy, but something more. It was easy to forget his capabilities from time to time. Snatching the container from his hand, she looked to him with disappointment as he admitted what they were before she even had to ask. "Jake, you need to chill out, babe." She let out a sigh of worry as she allowed him to move her hand with the cloth in it to his forehead before he moved to vomit again. Free hand rose to smooth over his back in a soothing manner as he released the contents of his stomach, rubbing in large, slow circles. "You're okay." She whispered in an attempt to comfort. It was sad that people were forever broken once they became jaded and Jacob, in his drunken state, wanted her to have a little fun. Wasn't it possible for her to forget her troubles for an hour or so? Maybe alcohol was not the best idea, considering he drank too much, but watching his silly antics could be a possibility. Both Jacob and Summer had too much on their plate, and were taking it slowly, but it had crossed his mind a few times. Truth be told, he didn't mind the nickname so much - making Dizzy choose another nickname would be satisfying, he had to admit. Plus, he was afraid of getting hurt emotionally, hurting her emotionally and physically, and a dozen other things that jumbled together to make him queasy. He had no idea if this was love, romantic love, or not. Maybe the real thing wasn't something to think about, because it just was. He shook his head at her question. Everything was up in the air and he doubted himself like crazy, no thanks to the alcohol in his system. Hearing the compliments she gave him, or the true facts she said, lifted his spirits. She had no reason to lie to Jacob and it meant a great deal. "I'm being a fucking wuss because I'm drunk. And stupid." A large grin appeared on his face. "Thanks. I love you." He felt like he was done vomiting and there were no more energy related substances in his hands or pockets, so he was able to wrap his arms around her to give her a hug. His launching somewhat at her was miscalculated and he accidentally caused her to lie on her back on the bed. Jacob's smile remained, shining down at her, and he stroked her shoulder. "We're going to stay friends a long time, right? Forever or something." "So is everyone else." Dizzy added to his self-loathing bit. Handing him the rag that'd been used to cool his neck and face so that he could wipe his mouth off, she figured if he'd taken the speed tic tacs he wouldn't need much babying pretty soon. Fooling around with a loose thread in her socks she smiled at his typical three-word proclamation. Sure it came from somewhere sincere, as drunk talk normally did, but she did her best to pass it off as nothing more. Despite Dizzy's deep rooted need to hear things like that said to her. "Yea... you're welcome." She mumbled in return. It was when Jacob had come at her to hug her and accidentally knocked them both back onto the bed that caused Dizzy to finally let out a laugh. One that hadn't been heard in sometime. Jacob could be such a clumsy oaf sometimes. But after a few moments of staring at each other the smile began to fade. This was horrible. The knot in her stomach was telling her to push him off, ask him to get up, but Dizzy stayed still as he spoke. His words momentarily blurred, mere white noise as she tried to pull herself together. The old Dizzy, before she'd had her heart broken, probably wouldn't have cared that Jacob was a virgin or that he was with someone else. That girl would've happily and guilelessly taken advantage of the situation... a gorgeous boy on top of her in her bed. "I hope so." Dizzy whispered, looking away finally. She couldn't promise something like that, not when she was who she was. It was more likely that she'd merely end up disappointing him enough for him to give up on her and their friendship altogether. Forcing a smile, she'd look back to him, wishing she was just as drunk, now, too. Jacob was now easy going in his inebriated state, happy that he had a friend who liked him, and that contentment was enough to brush away his troubles for a little while. You're welcome, she had said! He laughed because this was not the type of thing to say, but she had told him he was her best friend before, so he didn't need to hear any more from her. She'd said enough nice things about him for the day. Not noticing her pause, he did sit up after she whispered and looked around for ideas. "What do you want to do now?" he asked. The world was their oyster and they had to make the most of it! He slid off the bed and stood, although too quickly because he felt a wave of nausea threaten to overtake him once again. "Have anything to eat?" He craved a snack something chronic and as soon as he walked forward a few steps to search the room, he felt worse. Hot, all of a sudden. "You know, we need a sprinkler, something to cool down. Holy shit, the pool!" It just occurred to him. "Let's go swimming!" This was an enthusiastic exclamation, as was his eyes as he rested them on her. "Come on!" He reached over to take her hand and tug it gently towards the direction of the door. "I know you don't dance but you have to go swimming. It's okay if we just go in our underwear. I can break in with a spell - " Not the best idea, given that he was drunk and unstable emotionally, making magic even more dangerous. Dizzy followed his eyes, looking about her room as well as he asked what she wanted to do. What was she thinking? Doing stuff when he was this messed up didn't seem like it'd be much fun, above all else she wanted to make sure he wasn't going to end up vomiting himself to death. "How about you take it easy...?" She said with a lingering smile amused by the fact that he was up and about looking for a new thrill despite feeling so unwell. "We can go to the cafeteria if you're hungry." She nodded rising from her bed to slip bare feet into a pair of slippers. But before she could even get them totally on he was already suggesting they hit up the pool. She looked to him with a furrowed brow as if he'd just sprouted a second head out of the side of his neck. "I dance..." She'd retorted rather quietly, almost offended. It was hard to loosen up and trust anymore and she despised that about herself. Fingers rose to push long bangs from her face. She was being such a square, immediately worried about the consequences rather than jumping the way she used to. "Okay, let's go." Deep down she knew her need to rekindle her past spontaneity and more enjoyable self would some how end up badly for her friend, but she'd convince herself that whatever happened she'd be capable of handling it. Grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as she followed his tugging. He decided that he would vomit later, but just in case, he brought the garbage bag with him in his other hand. He was glad he came to her, because he knew she'd understand his need to do something exciting. Now that they had a plan, everything fell into place, and Jacob went into the hallway with her in tow. A smile and a brief laugh escaped him as they continued in the direction of the pool. It would take a few minutes, given the distance, but he didn't mind. He glanced back at her and within too long they had reached the door of the pool. It was locked, no surprise there, and he struggled to think of the spell to open locked doors. With movement of his hands and saying a few choice words, he cast a spell and the doorknob burst into flames. It fell off after a couple of seconds, Jacob started to laugh, and pushed the door open. Placing the bag on the ground, he took off his jacket to place it at the edge of the pool, followed by his shirt, trousers, shoes and socks. He sat on the edge, slipped into the water, and gestured for her to join him. It just occurred that he forgot to give her the present he brought from home and unzipped one of the pockets of his jacket. For later. A splash of water on his face helped clear his head a little and Jacob started to walk with slow steps towards the deeper end of the pool. "I have something really fucking cool," he remarked before revealing the present. It was one of those lamps that looked like a sea anemone, with lights at the ends of the strands, changing different colors of the rainbow. Thankfully, the lamp was waterproof and worked with only a battery, so Jacob turned it on, watching the bright red light fill the room. "See..." He pushed it underwater, but it still shone as brightly - and he stuck it to the pool wall. "It sticks wherever you want and is as bright or not as you want." He hoped she liked it. Now, he took a deep breath and submerged underwater, opening his eyes to look at the light. His breath holding only allowed him to stay under for a few seconds because he wasn't ready. "It's great." He grinned. "The pool's like fucking tropical or something now." Jacob leaned backwards to float facing the ceiling, water surrounding his ears so everything but the sound of his breathing was muffled. It was so relaxing. Dizzy watched in amusement as the doorknob caught fire and soon fell off. Smirk lingered, impressed by his abilities. Walking into the pool room, she removed her slippers and set bare feet to a tiled floor. She'd brought her hands to the hem of her shirt to pull it off but paused for a moment to watch Jacob undress. They'd already seen each other relatively to this extent that one night they'd done ecstasy, bore their scars and skin to each other. But this time she was far more sober and aware. Glancing at the floor she tugged her own shirt off, then her leggings. Left in nothing more than a pair teal panties and a black bra, she fearlessly walked over toward the pool, watching as Jacob slipped in ahead of her and then pulled out the funky little light. The scars on her sides were veiled by shadow in the dimly lit room and disguised by the reflection of the water that danced its way over her canvas of skin. Unless one really looked for the imperfections her skin would appear flawless. Smile returned as he brought the light into the pool and watched the way the color seemed to glow even from under water. "It's really pretty." Jades were drawn to it like a moth to a flame and it was only when he disappeared underwater as well that she finally neared the edge of the pool. Diving off the edge, after sucking in a breath, she swam toward him. Surfacing, Dizzy pushing hair away from her face as she looked to find Jacob floating about. Grinning mischievously, she set her hand partially in the water and move her arm toward him, sending a wave over his face to surely catch him off guard. There was no relaxing to be had. He could do that when he decided it was time to sleep. Before he could even get the chance to gather himself to look for her, Dizzy had inhaled another breath and disappeared under water, circling her prey like a shark at meal time. Floating in the pool was one of the best things he could be doing right now and Jacob just started to relax, forgetting about Dizzy for a couple of seconds. That is, until she splashed him. He coughed - some of the water had gone into his nose - and rubbed the water out of his eyes. She was nowhere to be seen when he stopped floating to look around for her, and his mind was unable to comprehend her being underwater instead. He looked out into the shadowy recesses of the pool, swimming somewhat towards the shallow end in order to look for her. Oh, he knew he'd find the pesky young woman who was his friend without question. After he took a breath, Jacob dipped his head underwater to look for her, but not underneath himself. He had to surface once again, too curious to hold his breath for much longer. "Dizzy, come here!" Jacob said softly. Determined even when he was drunk, he moved forwards and then turned around, just in case. It'd been difficult to hold her breath for so long but she'd managed. Sneaking up for air while he'd made his way to the shallow end. Dizzy followed close behind, careful to remain as silent as possible as she dipped back under the surface. Circling around his legs once, she came up behind him and took hold of the only clothing he had on. His boxers. In one swift movement, Dizzy yanked them down around his ankles and off completely. Standing up in the four foot end of the pool, Dizzy let out a burst of laughter having only caught a glance of his pale white rear end. Free hand push her long her back, away from her face while her soaking wet, boxer totting hand rose up to hold his article of clothing out in victory. Swinging them up in the air above her head, she grinned amused by Jacob's reaction, knowing there would be one. "That's what you get for making my room stink of your up-chuck." She teased, suggesting he was being punished for playing sick when he seemed absolutely fine now. The last thing he expected was an assault from behind and her grabbing his boxers. As soon as she did so, he gave a loud shriek that echoed in the pool room, much to his embarrassment. He was more concerned with being cold than anything else, uninhibited by the alcohol. "Hey!" Jacob exclaimed. "Give those back!" He lunged forward to try to grab them, as he had the advantage by being taller than her. Jacob was still fighting the nausea, to a lesser extent, not that he could have expected being sick so quickly. Their hands met and he attempted to grab the article of clothing from her. Time to play dirty. Finally, he succeeded in getting his boxers back, if only for a little while, and splashed her in playful indignation. "You just wanted me naked," he said in a sing-song voice, slipping on his boxers again. "Now I'm cold all over. Damn you. And sorry for not making my barf smell minty or some shit." Maybe he had lulled her into a false sense of security - he tested this by reaching behind her in a flash and snapping her bra strap. That was for surprising him, the minx. At the rate this was going, it would turn into a full tussle/splashing fight, and that'd be loud enough to catch some authority's attention. The thought was the farthest from his mind right now as his hands shot out to tickle her sides with an evil grin. It had come to this, he was afraid. Dizzy had to pay... in the most playfully torturous way possible. "Come get them..." She taunted her best friend, prepared to either take off with them or toss them out of the pool so that he'd have to get out to get them. But Jacob made it to her before she even had a chance to. It would've be pretty funny to watch him slink out of the pool, covering himself just to retrieve his boxers. Maybe later... "Maybe." Dizzy smirked with a single raised eye brow and a bat of her lashes, teasing, or atleast seeming as though she were. Even if her were someone else, someone she didn't know as well or care about at all, she would've been just as cheeky and coy. "You need to work on that. A smell that makes vomit smell good like - " She was mid sentence, making a request for another little magic bit when Jacob reached behind her and snapped the elastic of her bra against wet skin. It'd made her jump slightly with how quickly he'd done it, mouth dropping a bit in mock surprise. "Ouch." She'd said though more out of offense than our of pain. Hand sailed across the surface of the water once more and sent more water toward him in a splash. Dizzy was silly to think the action would go unpunished and less than a second later, Jacob was tickling her sides. "No." She squirmed, trying to sound commanding and threatening through laughter as her back arched and she did her best to move away. "Tickling is so uncalled for." She whined in protest. He smirked at her being coy, completely unphased by it, though any other day he might have paused before speaking. His confidence was inflated and he tossed his wet hair back like those people in shampoo ads, in order to give him the cocky appearance. "Of course, because I'm so fucking hot," came out of his mouth ironically, because he didn't fully believe it. Anyway, what mattered was they were having fun randomly, as much as possible before they were caught or he succumbed to a wave of sickness. "Sweetvom is what I'll call it. You take a pill." Seeing her reaction to him snapping the strap was hilarious and he laughed even harder, returning the splash. Both of their heads were soaked from the recent waves of water, and he couldn't stop snickering as he tortured her with tickling. "No fucking way I'm going to stop," said Jacob, probably not to her surprise. "It's so called for. Because you stole my boxers. Fiendish starfish." Jacob laughed and ruffled her hair to annoy her, then moving back to retrieve the light stuck on the pool wall. "Forgot to show you something." He held it up so she could see the line of buttons on the side. "One's to turn it on and off, and the others are the different kinds of light. Patterns. It's pretty, trust me." He wouldn't have given to her if he hadn't spend a good portion of his time working on it. Eyes were rolled at his comment about being hot. She didn't have any room to disagree whatsoever and yet she didn't want to necessarily admit it all too willingly either. Rolling her eyes seemed to be the safest answer in return. All of that was over shadowed by the bra snap and soon incessant tickling though. His merciless words caused her to struggle a little more and finally, Dizzy pressed her hands to his chest rather than trying to fight off his wretched fingers, and pushed them both back, away from each other. She sailed backward with a victorious smirk, prepared to turn and swim for dear life. Fortunately Jacob moved back to the light he'd stuck to the wall. Following after, Dizzy swam her way there and paddled to keep herself afloat in the deep end. Long mane of brunette just as weightless as she in the water, sprawled out around her. Watching as he instructed her on the buttons, she finally inquired, "Where'd you get it? Or did you make it?" It was absolutely beautiful and she couldn't wait to find a place to put it in her room. In this state, he was easily distracted by things and the glowing light was the perfect focus for him. He had to grab the edge of the pool because it was difficult to stay afloat and talk at the same time (which was due to the alcohol as well, no doubt). Her question made him think about when he first saw the lamp. "I bought it at ...a store I can't remember. Natural World or Bed Bath and Beyond maybe. Then I added some spells to it. I buy things and use magic to enhance them a lot," he explained. He was no craftsman, that was for sure. "I always spend hours practising and perfecting spells. It's worth it." Something flickered in the hallway outside the pool and he panicked, turning off the lamp and pulling her underneath the edge of the pool with a finger to his lips. He thought he heard footsteps in the corridor and had to wait until they were gone - little did he know that no one was around yet. Despite this, Jacob figured they shouldn't take their chances, and the flighty part of him had had enough of the water. "Let's go to the cafeteria. I want some fucking Jell-O," he announced softly, lifting himself over the edge to get out of the pool, a mistake as that made him very queasy. Ignoring the nausea as much as he could was the best bet as he redressed and grabbed the garbage bag. A gesture aimed at Dizzy to hurry up, and he proceeded towards the door as stealthily as a drunk man could. The thought of food was a compelling one as always and gave him even more energy so he was nearly bouncing off the walls, and turned to the wrong direction towards the cafeteria. He needed some form of gentle guidance pointing the right way and then he was off, down the halls. Soon they were not alone in the hallway. A dark-haired man walked towards them and he recognized Nathaniel, aka Frankie's man. What a funny time to meet him. "Yo!" Jacob called out, his hand extending out in a wave. "Dr. McPerfect Sexy Stud!" His voice travelled down the hallway more than he intended, but that was fine. The doctor paused so Jacob could walk up to him, giving a polite nod of greeting. "Hello. Jacob, right?" he asked. "Yes," said Jacob, "and I have a couple of questions for you." He then proceeded to launch into chemistry questions, partially slurred, but Nathaniel managed to answer them correctly anyway. Jacob blinked, impressed, and then said goodbye, grasping Dizzy's arm to tug her past him. "Damn, he's really perfect. I'll never be able to live it down if I talk to Frankie again." Dizzy smiled as Jacob explained, still impressed by his gifts as a witch. Something she would've much preferred for herself than the horrible impending images of possible futures. It was mentally torturous and exhausting. And the main reason to keep herself intoxicated on one thing or another. "Yea definitely." She agreed when he said it was worth it. Practicing aside, she saw some of the benefits of his testing and experiments and it was all without a doubt marvelous and fantastic. Watching his facial expression change accompanied by him turning the light off, Dizzy turned to look for what it might have been that had made him nervous. She was pulled underneath the edge of the pool with Jacob as he put a finger to his lips. She obeyed, remaining silent, trusting his intuition regardless of his current state of sobriety, or lack thereof. "Are you serious?" She spoke quietly, paranoid now about the fact that someone might be around though she hadn't heard or seen anything to suggest as much. Dizzy questioned his fickle nature this evening. It seemed every five minutes he was on to something new. "You're crazy..." Her voice trailed as she lifted herself out of the water by pushing her hands along the concrete edge and lifting her legs up over the side. Rising up to stand, she'd wok on ringing out the water from her long brown hair as she followed behind him toward their clothing. Dizzy had wanted to make him wait outside or go to opposite ends so that she could take off her soaking wet underwear and put on her dry clothes without them, but he was far too anxious to allot her much time. With a sigh, she hurriedly pulled her clothes back on and took a slow jog to catch up to him as he made his way back into the main halls. Hearing Jacob call out, she stopped next to him shocked that he'd even done such a thing. "Jacob!" She scolded him in whispers. "What the fuck are you doing? Shut up!" Dizzy tensed as Nathaniel approached the two. Fingers idly took hold of the side of Jacob's shirt, clenching. Damnit, they were in so much trouble now. She knew it. If it wasn't Nathaniel that got them in trouble, it'd be Jacob's echoing voice through the halls that would surely get them caught, drunk and out after hours. She watched in silent anxiety as they two went back and forth for a moment. Next thing she knew they were off again, toward the cafeteria, Jacob pulling her along. It wasn't until they reached it, that Dizzy shoved his shoulder, breathing heavily as she pressed her back to a wall inside the kitchen. "You're a jack ass." Smile emerged, not as angry as she'd tried to suggest with the stern look she'd mocked. Being caught was not something he worried about now as all he thought about was gelatin and obtaining it. He could not resist the snack/dessert, obviously, and getting to the kitchen was his top priority. As she remarked about someone finding them, he shook his head with a smirk. "We won't get caught yet. You can say it's my idea. I dragged you along, like attaching a magical handcuff onto you," Jacob told her. "And he won't tell anyone. If he does, I'll get him back." See, there was nothing for her to worry about when she was around him. His desperation to get into the cafeteria paid off (another pair of doorknobs fell off) and he entered it like he was royalty, honing towards the back where the food would be stored. Success! Jacob tore into a cardboard box unceremoniously and when he had found Jell-O cups, he unzipped a couple of his jacket pockets and tried to fill them to the brim, except he only managed to snag a few. Damn. After a moment's thought, he stuffed a couple into his trouser pockets, with another two held by the waistband of his jeans. Now for Dizzy. Jacob grinned at her. "You have to help too." Holding a Jell-O cup out towards her, he moved his hand to slip it into one of the cups of her bra, trying to do the same to the other one. "We need lots of fucking Jell-O, because it's the fucking best. You can't say no to having tasty tits." Not realizing he'd be sinking deeper into trouble, Jacob ripped open the lid of one, squeezing the bottom of the plastic to get all of the gelatin into his mouth. He managed it, chewed and swallowed, then finding another to do the same. Unfortunately, he lost most of the gelatin to the floor. Delicious. Dizzy rolled her eyes at his excuses. "Yea... I'm sure they'd buy that. The nice little virgin boy dragged out the shit head kid that sneaks out and gets arrested in another city while high and drunk and getting railed on a bathroom sink. Believable." She shook her head at her best friend as they made their way into the kitchen. Walking with him as he walked further toward the back and found a boxed, she watched him quietly as he tore into it. This had definitely been the most interesting robbery she'd ever been a part of. There'd be some angry, Jello-O loving students tomorrow at lunch. "What?" Looking confused as he volunteered her to help him with his Jello-O thievery. His hands move to tuck a cup of the gelatin snack into her bra cup and then moved on to the next. Mouth dropped partially as jades rose up to look at Jacob's face. He must've lost his mind. It wasn't even so much that he'd had the audacity to do such a thing, but more like that he'd even mustered up the courage to try it. "What the fuck? No way." A brow rose at his comment about having 'tasty tits' as he'd put it. Although amusing, he was seriously bordering on insanity. "Well, it's not like I'll be the one consuming said 'tasty tits' so yea I could say 'no', really, considering no else will be enjoying them either." It was said more matter of fact than it were a threat. Watching as he made a mess of himself dumping Jell-O into his mouth, blobs of it splattering to the floor. "You're like a child. You need a leash or some shit." She said, removing the Jell-O cups from her bra as she turned back to make sure no one was coming. "Hurry up, fatty." Diz teased a bit as she ushered him into moving it along. "What? I'm a witch. Magic should make me a suspect if they're smart." Even when this drunk, he still had an amount of logic in him. "I can act dangerous and shit," he added. Whether or not anyone believed him was a different story. He shone her a mischievous smile, and it was no surprise that he was definitely not himself. The combination of stress, not sleeping and addicted to energy drinks would do that to a person. She wouldn't help his craving, unfortunately, and he pouted at her. "Why won't you help me?" The last sentence was more of a whine than anything else before he continued with his raiding the box. He stuffed a couple more cups on his person, but that was all he was able to do. Now back to feast! Jacob finished eating his Jell-O, and decided to punish her for her cheeky comment by opening another cup of gelatin, scooping up a handful and flicking it at her. A piece of the red stuff hit her cheek and bounced off of it to land on her shirt. He had food fights with Pearl on occasion, and this reminded him of happier times, so he tossed another piece at her. "Just try and leash me. I'm not fat either." Dizzy had a point about getting out of there before people found the two of them, so he was off in a flash, down the hallway and promptly stopping to vomit in his garbage bag for a few seconds. He was fine, because he had his Jell-O. "Still think you should keep the idea of sticking your boobs into the good sticky stuff. The next guy to get lucky with you would love it. Let's go? I want to test out your new lamp in your room." "Hey!" She exclaimed at the Jell-O being chucked at her. Reaching for a cup she'd previously set down, she pulled the little foil lid back and used her fingers to scoop out its contents. Tossing it at Jacob. His second attempt was met with another of her own in which she'd smear some of the Jell-O over his face. She laughed at his retort and the globs of gelatin dropping from his face. "You're going to be if you don't stop with this weird Jell-O craving, you're like a stoner..." Once more he was off and Dizzy was on his trail, trying to keep up to his fickle whims. When he stopped to puke, she paused in her steps a couple of feet away, amused that even though he'd stopped to vomit he still took the chance to continue their discussion about her boobs and Jell-O. The next guy that was most likely to get lucky with her wouldn't be someone interested in her boobs or being silly with snack packs. It was more possibly that he'd be someone with drugs who'd likely bend her over something or make her drop to her knees. "Yea..." Her voice trailed as she forced a smile, deciding to drop the subject. It'd been over a year, maybe almost two even that she'd been with anyone that'd cared remotely about her. She nodded to his question about them going and she proceeded to take the lead toward her room. Upon reaching her door, Dizzy opened it, and pulled Jacob in before she'd shut it again and lock it. "Let me change real quick, I don't want to be all wet all night." Slipping into her closet, she closed the door and undressed in the dark and then attempted to redress in the same fashion. She didn't really care when she came back out in a pair of shorts and a sweater, atleast she was dry. "No more adventures... I'm fucking tired." She smiled. Jacob was so out of it, yet he became surprised when she told him his behaviour was stoner-like. Oh well. Maybe it was a compliment or something. The cool gelatin on his face made him cringe before he snickered. Talk about one of the weirdest things that had been spread on his face. If he had known she did sexual favors for drugs, he would have started making some for her personally. Because he was a chemist, and secondly, he cared. She deserved the very best of course. Like other topics and actions that night, he moved on from that topic - they were changing locations, so it made perfect sense in his head. He moved to sit on her bed after she led him in, then lying on it and staring at the ceiling. The cups of gelatin made it uncomfortable for him and he took one of them from his waistband, removing the lid and squeezing the good stuff from the bottom. Eating this and being with her was much better than thinking about shit that he didn't want to think about. "What a fucking great night," Jacob stated. "You weren't drunk, but it was still good." He frowned. "I can't be drunk with Summer because some drunk asshole killed her brother. And I feel guilty. Lyle's back fucking shitty Sailor Bondage... fuck them both." He couldn't sleep, so he'd eat more Jell-O. "Don't kick me out," he added in a soft voice. "I don't want to go back to..." To whatever was outside. Even if Jacob had offered to make her drugs for her, she never would accept. Her pride was far too big an obstacle. Rez, when they were a couple, had offered to pay for her, financially support her, but Dizzy refused. She didn't want to end up using someone she actually cared about for her filthy habits. Adjusting her clothing as she stepped out, Dizzy probably would've changed outside of the closet had he been anyone else. Nudity was hardly something she was concerned about with those who already knew about her scars, but Jacob was a special case. She was careful to remain considerate of his relationship and lack of experience with females. Fucking itchy sweater. Turning back to her closet, she pulled the sweater off and replace it with a long sleeve thermal shirt in a dark gray. Better. Making her way to the bed, she smiled at her best friend as he went on about how much fun the night had been. "Yea, surprisingly." She smirked, making a comment about herself not being drunk. Brows wrinkled as he explained being unable to drink around his girlfriend or hang out with his roommate and that girl. Curling up on her own bed, she'd wrap a blanket around her, sitting next to him as he helped himself to more Jell-O, nose wrinkling in disgust as she let out a laugh. His last request made that smile fade though, and actually left her a little concerned. Of all the places to be this was his hide out? "I would never." She smiled reassuringly and placed a kiss to Jay's forehead. "Just to puke all over my shit." She teased to try and lightening the mood that had suddenly filled the room. Having pride was something he understood well and would not force the matter on her should it ever arise. Although drunk, his catching her undressing would be awkward for him - it was different, hanging out with a girl who wasn't his sister like this. The events of the night increased his fondness for her and secured her as a safe zone in his mind. Jacob scooped gelatin with his fingers, content with eating as she finished dressing. The fiend had taken all the blanket! With a pout, he looked at her. "No fair, stealing all the cover! I need some," he protested and reached to take the corner of the blanket, tugging it towards his legs. Of course it was her blanket and she had every right to have all of it, but drunken Jacob did not care. His vomiting spree was over, thank you very much. "No way," he said. "But if I did, I will try to aim for the trash can... like in a steady jet stream." Jacob smirked, the severity of it lost as he had a gelatin sticky mouth. Her words and gentle touch soothed him though his mind still acted on overtime, wondering what he should do with all of these gelatin cups if he wasn't going to eat them all. "Do you think Summer would want some Jell-O?" he asked in a quiet voice. "Or I can smear it with pig bile on Peyton's bed one night and have Summer stay over in my room that night." He was a vengeful drunk, no doubt about that. His flighty mind made him change the subject. "Turn on the lamp and press the second button." When she did, the lights that projected from it shone on the ceiling, like the night sky - there was even a shooting star! "Aww my poor baby." She mocked at his whining about the blanket. Laying herself next to him as he scooped at his Jell-O in contentment - which she found terribly humorous despite her teasing - Dizzy covered them both with the blanket. She'd snagged her pillow though, folding it in half to prop herself up. She shook her head as he went on about his puking, trying to fight back her smile. He was much like a child when drunk, though fortunately it'd turned out amusing rather than terrible. He had initially scared her when he'd begun to look unwell earlier in the evening and Dizzy realized his intake needed to be monitored. He was reckless when overly emotional. "She might... She might also think you're a weirdo for bringing her Jell-O. Most guys give flowers." Dizzy laughed, looking at her friend from where she lay, head turned to face him. "If you do, I want pictures of her reaction face." Her own words brought on a smirk as she wasn't really too fond of Peyton either, considering the way she'd attacked Dizzy about Rez when the situation had in fact nothing to do with her. That and Rez had realized he was in love with her and the very territorial nature in the girl couldn't stand for it. Sitting up to reach for the lamp Jacob had made for her, she switched on the button and set it town on the little night stand next to the bed. Laying back down, she smiled staring up at the artificial night sky that was soon painted on her ceiling in light. It was only a matter of time before the two fell asleep watching the fake little stars, lost in silly, mindless conversation. |