Wow... The past few days have been crazy, amazing, scary, and fun. I'll start with... Sunday night. There was this party thing going on at Ronnie's house. First, Dustin, Ducky, Angela and I thought we were going out to Kenny to go to a party. That kind of fell through. So, we went over to Ronnie's instead. It was my first "real" party, so, of course, I was expecting certain things. I thought that everyone would be running around drunk, smoking pot and shooting off guns. I thought there would be drugs, wild sex, and people passed out in the lawn. I was stunned to find out that it was nothing like that. It was really all just a bunch of people hanging out, chilling, and having fun. It was Ronnie, Ryan, English, Dustin, Ducky, Dustin A., Finke, Angela, Me, and Jenny. We all just kind of sat around and talked. They are all so awesome! Jenny is this bi chick, and she's really cool. I was expecting her to be masculine, look like a dyke, but she's really sweet and actually pretty cute. It was a lot of fun. English developed this huge crush on me, and started talking to Angela about it. He told her that he thinks I'm sexy and all this other stuff. I laughed -so- hard when she told me. I just can't think of myself as sexy. My bellybutton piercing, however, is hott. The guys all think so, too. Hehe.... ;) Gotta love it. We talked about everything. I kept trying to jack Angela's cigarette when I couldn't convince Dustin to give me any of his. There was one time when she told me she wouldn't even give me a puff. I was sad, and kind of started pouting... But, Ryan saved me. =D He gave me one of his. I'll be adding more about Ryan later. Ducky and Angela "fooled around"((lol, not really)) in the back of Dustin's Mustang. Ducky was doing drugs, and Angela got pissed. At the end of the night, Ryan told Ducky he wanted the hook up with me. We came home, and I went to sleep. That's making a long story short.
Monday, I sat around at home all day, getting bored out of my mind. Luckily, the lovely Angela was formulating a plan. I went over to her house, to spend the night. At around 10:30, Ducky, Junior, and English came over. We decided to go out to Demuth's house, just to chill. So, we all tried to cram into Ol' Betsy. Didn't work. There was no way that five people were going to fit in a tiny, three seat truck. So, Angela decided she would ride with Ducky on the motorcycle, and I said I would ride with Junior and English. I knew English a little, but the main thing I knew about him was that he had a crush on me. Fun stuff. I hardly knew Junior at all. So, we climb in the truck, drive to Junior's friends house, where he climbs in the window to get beer. That leaves me and Cody alone, looking for things to talk about. Finally, he comes back out the window, loads the beer in the truck, and we make our way to Demuth's house. Halfway there, we have to stop, because Ol' Betsy((great as she is)) is ghetto, and her battery was sliding around and running into the engine, making it hard for Junior to shift. We stopped, Junior popped the hood, and got out, and started messing around with the battery. All of sudden, I feel the truck start to moving. We're rolling backwards. Junior jumps out from under the hood, English mutters, "Oh shit." and Junior tells me to step on the brake. A lot easier said than done. It's pitch black outside, and I couldn't see two hands in front of my face, let alone a brake on the floor of a truck. But, we got it under control, he fixed things, and we got back in the truck and went on our way. We made it out to Demuths, just sat around and talked for a bit. Angela mentioned that I rode horses, so Demuth jumped the fence, walked into the pasture, and caught his horse. It's pitch black outside, and he comes riding up on this horse. I couldn't help but laugh. He tried to convince me to come ride with him, but, I've never ridden in the dark, and I wasn't looking forward to falling off and breaking something. He promised me he wouldn't let me fall, but... still. We left shortly after that, because Dustin called and wanted to meet us somewhere. This is where things get ugly. We told him to meet us at the Mobil station that was kind of nearby. I rode on the bike with Ducky. We pulled up to the gas station, and waited for Dustin to show up. He did, and he brought a big ass cooler of beer with him. That's when I started to get concerned. I told him to put it away, hide it somewhere, but he wasn't stressing about it. At least, he wasn't worried about it until the sheriff pulled up. Yeah, that's right. Dustin moved very quickly, but very calmly. He pulled out his wallet, fished the drugs out of it, and dropped them under the tire of his Mustang. Then, he put the cooler in the front seat of the car. I was freaking out, because, there was this sheriff pulling up to us, and both Dustin and Junior had beer in their vehicles. I was about to start freaking hyperventilating. I had no idea what to do. Dustin jumped in his car, and started going. Humans are fight or flight animals, and my first instinct was to get the hell out of there as fast as possible. So, I hopped in the back seat, shimmying between the front seat and the door frame without even pausing to adjust it. I didn't have time to crawl in the easy way. But, I got in, and that's what counts. I thougt I was going to escape. Just as we were pulling out, the lady gets out of her truck and yells, "Sir! Please put the vehicle in reverse." The only thing I could say was "Oh shit." We stepped out of the vehicle, as she told us to, and we stood there while she took everyone's drives liscences and birthdates. I was terrified. She told us to all "go stand by the white vehicle" while she ran our info on the scanner. I was positive I was going to get an MIP. I had no idea how I was going to explain something like that to my mother. Angela was holding on to Ducky and whispering to Junior. She said, "I know you've been in this situation before, what do we do?" He kind of grinned, and whispered back, "Well, the first thing you gotta do is calm the fuck down." I was shaking, huddled up against the Mustang, trying not to draw any attention to anything. I wanted to disappear. I had never wanted to be invisible so badly in my entire life. English and Junior were both really reassuring, though. They kep tpromising me nothing was going ot happen to me, that they would make sure everything was alright. The sheriff came back over there, and asked Dustin if he had any drugs, weapons, or alochol. He answered no to all three. That's when Junior muttered, very carefully under his breath, "He's going to jail." That was when my stomach dropped, I lost the ability to breathe, and my vision started to narrow dangerously for the second time that night. I honestly thought I was going to pass out. But I didn't. She moved over to the car, and shined her flashlight in it. She saw the cooler. There was no way she could have missed it. She wasn't dumb; she had to have known what was in it. She had heard over the scanner about all of the MIPs that all of the guys had gotten. Ducky's liscence was expired, and all this other stuff. I have to finish this entry later. Details to add: getting out of trouble, funny tan lines, making out with Ryan, wheelies, and bonding with Junior. All that and much, much more to come.