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Post by Delilah on Aug 28, 2007 21:16:21 GMT -5
Delilah lay sprawled on her dorm floor, knocked out. All around her were empty bottles of Tequila, Rum, and especially Vodka. Her little orange tabby kitten Jojo climbed all over her, mewing. It was time for her to feed him. Delilah mumbled something into the stained white carpet and lifted her head.
Where am I??? she murmered, her eyes half closed. Oh crap. she was totally wasted. BIG TIME. Jojo mewed again, and Delilah hit her head on the carpet.
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Post by Jasper Devine on Aug 28, 2007 22:37:53 GMT -5
with a rebel yell, she cried more, more more... Jasper Jones-Devine awoke with a sudden jolt to the loud music of Billy Idol blasting through his headphones. His head throbbed and his stomach churned as the stale scent of cigarette smoke and cheap champagne filled his nostrils. Odors he had grown so accustomed to the night before now were causing him the greatest of pain and discomfort. His eyes fluttered until they finally opened completely, the bright sunlight that greeting him causing them to sting. A deep sigh emitted from his dry mouth. Goddammit... why did the wildest nights have to cause the most terrible mornings?
Jasper lethargically positioned himself so he was sitting upright, pulling the headphones out of his ears as he looked around the room in attempt to figure out where he was. His living room, on the couch. Beer bottles and empty packets of cigarettes were scattered across the coffee table in front of him. Well, that would explain the massive headache and extreme drowsiness. He swallowed, a vain attempt to moisten his throat. His eyes wandered around the dimly lit, foul-smelling room before finally resting on the blank television screen a short distance away from him.
He tried to stand, but ended up stumbling forward, almost knocking himself straight through the T.V. Muttering a curse beneath his breath, Jasper steaded himself, crookedly staggering toward the bathroom in search of some water and a few painkillers. He didn't even bother to turn the lights on as he practically collapsed against the bathroom sink, rummaging through the medicine cabinet above it until he found a medium-sized white bottle. In a rushed manner he twisted open the lid, poured a few of the tiny, white pills into his palm, and popped them into his mouth, downing all of them at once. How many exactly young Jasper took was uncertain. Three? Four? He hadn't been paying attention. A careless move on his part, but at the moment, carelessness was the last thing on Jasper's mind.
Still dying of thirst, Jasper did his best to straighten his posture and look at himself in the mirror. Black and white make-up was smeared over his face, focusing around his eyes. His brown hair was nothing more then a big, frizzy poof atop his head. His clothes were wrinkled, unkempt, and smelt strongly of booze and smoke. He frowned deeply at the disgusting sight of his reflection. Didn't he just look like a basket of roses this fine morning?
Was it even morning? Jasper wasn't sure. He didn't bother to check the time. Over the course of the next hour, Jasper had gotten the glass of water he was longing for, showered, and got himself to look at least half-way decent, dressing in his trademark tight, feminine black jeans and Nike Terminator sneakers, along with a white 'Chicago Suicide Club' T-shirt underneath a black jacket. Around his neck was a black and white bandanna, and over his hands were a pair of black and white striped fingerless gloves. Nothing very special, at least, for Jasper.
Like the clothes over his body, the make-up painted over his face wasn't really anything to write home about, either. Black eye-liner was sloppily drawn around his brown eyes, and two white lines were smeared over his cheekbones. His hair didn't look much different then when he first woke up. Still a big, obnoxious, extremely curly poof atop his head, only much softer and shinier as apposed to greasy and icky.
Well, now that he was still half-asleep and not feeling much better then he was before, Jasper figured he better go find out what the f**k happened last night besides drinking liquor and smoking the f**k out of some cigarettes, if anything at all. So, he decided to take a trip over to visit his lovely friend, Miss Delilah Black, to see if she had any idea what went down the night before. She was normally involved with such crazy, binge-drinking nights, and it would be nice to see her again.
So, with that, Jasper trudged out of his messy dorm room, kicking clothes and other items out of his way as he exited. The trek to the girl's dormitory wasn't long, and luckily, Dee's room was relatively close to the entrance. He shoved his hands into his pockets, keeping his head down as he crossed the parking lot toward the tall building across from his own, trying not to attract to much attention to himself. He pushed the door open with his arm, the air getting warmer as he stepped inside, not that it was all that cold outside to begin with. He gazed lifelessly at the numbers on the doors, counting until he came to little miss Delilah Black's room.
A tiny smirk crossed his face as he wondered if she was a fxcked as he was. Well, he would find out soon enough, right? He leaned against the door, knocking his knuckle against the cold, hard surface. "Dee?" He called, looking down toward the doorknob. He reached his hand onto it and turned it, finding it was already open. Jasper shook his head in disapproval, but, entered anyway. "You alive?" He asked, looking around the living room, frowning when he didn't see her anywhere in the room. He made his way around her dorm like some sort of stalker or thief, before finally coming to her room. He was a bit relieved to see her there, though, she didn't look like she was in the best of shape... collapsed onto the floor, surrounded by a bunch of empty bottles of booze. Great. Again, Jasper shook his head, "Oh, good, I was hoping I'd find you here..." He muttered as he walked closer to her, his voice tinted with a hint of sarcasm. However, he grew serious rather quickly. "You alright?" He bent down beside her, reaching his gloved hand toward the tiny kitten in attempt to pet it as he awaited Delilah's response. [/size]
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Post by Delilah on Aug 28, 2007 23:02:41 GMT -5
At Jasper's voice, Delilah slowly sat up. I feel like s.hit. she mumbled. She reached for one of the bottles and tried to drink from it, but there was nothing in it. All her makeup was smeared. Her hair was all frizzy and messed up. Jojo jumped into her lap and was meowing. Delilah didn't look too good. She jumped up and ran into the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet.
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Post by Jasper Devine on Aug 28, 2007 23:13:53 GMT -5
Jasper frowned deeply as she sat up, getting a better look at her pale face. Goddxmn... she did look a lot worse then he when he first woke up. Poor girl. Sure, he was expecting her to be a little messed up, but, not to the point of sickness. His eyes scanned the many bottles that filled the room. Did she drink all of them last night? Where did she get all this nuts, anyway?
Well, so much for finding out what the hell happened last night, since it really didn't look like Delilah would have much of a clue, either. His eyes flickered from the kitten in Delilah's lap then back toward Delilah herself, just as she got up and dashed toward the bathroom. It didn't take him long to realize why she had ran so fast for it, and in less then a few seconds, he too, began to feel ill.
Stiffly, Jasper stood up straight as his stomach turned to the sound of Delilah gagging in the room adjacent to him. He didn't really have the strongest stomach when it came to these types of things. However, despite his comfortableness, he wasn't about to leave her all alone. That would be quite rude on his part, considering how close the two were. He held his breath for a moment, trying to work up some kind of strength to say something.
After a moment of hesitation, Jasper walked into the bathroom behind her. He lingered in the doorway as he finally spoke. "Awh, I'm sorry, Dee," he said sympathetically, finally pulling up the courage to go over to the poor girl. He bent down beside her, comfortingly putting his hand on her back, "Do you need me to get you anything?"
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Post by Delilah on Aug 29, 2007 19:09:01 GMT -5
Delilah lifted her head up and stopped vomiting. For the Moment. Some Rum- No, some 7 Up would be good. She said softly. She held her hair back and vomited into the Toilet again. Jojo mewed again as he walked into the bathroom, but ran away when she vomited again.
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Post by Jasper Devine on Sept 2, 2007 16:57:05 GMT -5
Jasper gave a slight nod to Delilah’s words, and slowly rose to his feet. He let out a light sigh, a frown crossing his face as he stared sympathetically at his sick friend. It was kind of strange, seeing Dee so ill after she had been drinking – wasn’t she always better at holding her liquor? She never struck him as the kind of girl to be curled around a toilet the morning after a night of drinking and smoking and partying. He shoved his hands into his pockets and took a few steps back. Guess there was a first time for everything, huh?
He turned his back to Delilah and hurried out of the room, walking into her kitchen. He rummaged through her refrigerator in search of a can of 7 Up, as she had asked for. Surprisingly to Jasper, it didn’t take him long to find a few. Well, it was pleasantly shocking to find anything other then alcohol in Dee’s fridge. He smirked at the thought and pulled the can out of the fridge, shutting the door with his hip.
Jasper began to walk back toward the bathroom, the squeamishness he felt when he first entered returning to him as the foul smell of Delilah’s vomit filling his nostrils. He stifled a gag and opened the can, bending down beside her once again. He held it out to her, trying to think of a clever way to make her feel better. “Jesus, Dee…” He muttered playfully, a small smile crossing his lips, “I always knew you to hold your booze better than this.” [/size]
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Post by Delilah on Sept 3, 2007 20:15:26 GMT -5
Delilah vomitted once more, then turned away from the toilet and flushed it. She took the Seven Up and drank some. She wiped her mouth and stared up at Jasper. Thanks, Jasp. she said softly. She smiled faintly at him.
I thought I was too. She said, wiping her mouth again. She blinked. She hated being sick. But then again, mabye she wasn't sick. Who knows...
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Post by Jasper Devine on Sept 3, 2007 20:43:05 GMT -5
Jasper held his breath and frowned as he watched Delilah throw up, his lips tightening in attempts to settle his own stomach. Poor Dee... he hated seeing his friend so terribly ill. He sighed deeply once she had finished, trying to turn his frown into a comforting smile as she looked up at him. He held his gaze on her as she drank her soda, giving a slight not as she thanked him. "No problem," he replied quietly, keeping his eyes on her... d**n. How much did she drink to make her so sick?
He took a seat in front of her, leaning against the wall beside the toliet rather then kneeling. Again, Jasper nodded. Ah, well. She would be better in a day or two, hopefully. His eyes slid downward toward the ground for a moment. With any luck it was just one of those twenty-four hour things. "So... how much did you drink last night, anyway?" He finally asked, breaking the silence that had fallen over him, giving his attention back to young Delilah as they sat there together. [/size]
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Post by Delilah on Sept 3, 2007 21:43:10 GMT -5
Delilah took another sip. She sat there for a moment. I don't really know. she said. Her green eyes then lit up Oh yeah! My good old friend Johnny stopped by. He had wine with him. He came in and we talked for a little while, and then he....she trailed off. The rest was too blurry for her to remeber. But she knew she did something badddd. She took a long sip from her soda, her eyes glinting with worry.
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Post by Jasper Devine on Sept 3, 2007 22:03:26 GMT -5
Jasper listened intently as she explained the situation of last night. Well, alright, he wasn't hanging out with her last night. Must've gotten drunk all on his own and ended up crashing on the couch afterwards. Hopefully that was all it was, and he didn't do anything stupid in between drinking and crashing... though, considering he hadn't heard anything about it yet, he seemed about safe.
He blinked, his thoughts dissolving into nothing as Delilah's voice trailed off. And then he... An unsettling feeling sunk into Jasper's stomach once again as he imagined all the possibilities that could finish her sentence. The worry in her beautiful eyes filled him with concern. His muscles tightened at the meer thought of some guy hurting her in some way. He drew a breath and held it, trying not to jump to any conclusions. For all he knew, he could've taken her out to get ice cream or something... as unlikely as Jasper thought it seemed.
After a short hesitation, Jasper exhaled, biting his bottom lip nervously. He lightly put his hand on her wrist, staring at Delilah with great seriousness in his eyes. "... he didn't hurt you or anything, did he?" He asked quietly, his voice almost in that of a whisper. He didn't mean to pry, but he had quite a fondness for young Delilah, considering they were very close friends, and of course, he didn't want to see her get hurt. [/size]
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Post by Delilah on Sept 3, 2007 22:19:12 GMT -5
Delilah looked up at him. No, he didn't. she said. She looked down at the floor. She took another long sip of soda. She looked very nervous. Why her? Why now? She got up and dug deep into the medicine cabinet. She finally pulled out a small box. She pulled out what looked like a thermometer. But it wasn't a thermometer. It was a pregnancy test. She just wanted to check....
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Post by Jasper Devine on Sept 3, 2007 22:40:43 GMT -5
Jasper hesitated once more when she gave her answer. He stared at Delilah, unsure whether or not to believe her words. He leaned back and gave another slight nod, though disbelief clouded him. However, he didn't press the matter further. If she didn't want to talk about it, Jasper wouldn't force her. But, something in Delilah's nervous eyes told him that whatever went on last night wasn't just a simple, fun night of drinking.
He sighed deeply as he watched his friend stand, and while she rummaged through her medicine cabinet, Jasper rose to his feet, as well. He recalled the headache he first had when he woke up, and the drugs he had taken to relieve it. Luckily, they had just about sunken in, and the pain he was feeling earlier that morning was becoming dull. He watched her blankly as she pulled a slender object out of a box, trying to figure out what it was she was doing.
It didn't take him long to figure out what the thing was, and his eyes went wide. His jaw dropped with shock and his mind began to race. Oh, good lord, she couldn't be -- she couldn't possibly be -- Jasper couldn't bring himself to say it, even in the comfort of his own mind. Delilah? A kid? His breathing ceased for a moment. No, this was silly... just because she was a little sick didn't mean she was going to have a baby, right? He sighed deeply, trying to calm himself, though he could feel his heartbeat speeding in chest. He wasn't even the one to get her pregnant and he felt light-headed with worry for his friend. "Delilah, you don't think you're..." he finally choked out, his voice trailing off as his eyes flickered frantically from the pregnancy test to her. [/size]
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Post by Delilah on Sept 3, 2007 22:54:54 GMT -5
Delilah turned and gave him a faint but reassuring smile its okay. I just want to check, Jas....she said, turning back to the test thing. She looked around the box. How the hell were you supposed to use it??? She finally read the instructions and did what it said. She ushered Jasper out of the Bathroom. She could feel a bit of vomit going up her throat with nervousy... After a few moments when she looked at the screen, she almost cried with fear. She stumbled out of the bathroom, tears springing her eyes. She showed Jasper the screen. It Read: POSITIVE
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Post by Jasper Devine on Sept 3, 2007 23:29:48 GMT -5
Jasper nodded again as she spoke. Right, yeah... just to make sure... right? He ran his gloved hand through his hair, messing with it nervously as he stood there while Delilah fumbled with the box. He looked up again just in time to see her shoo him out of the room, and, like a good, obedient friend, he did as he was told. Swifty as he could he fled the room, leaning on the wall beside the bathroom door, tapping his heel on the carpeted floor anxiously.
Delilah couldn't possibly be pregnant... could she? He drew another deep breath, and weakly exhaled, trying to keep himself calm and level-headed, despite he was kind of freaking out silently in his mind. Oh God, what if she was? What would she do? Could she handle a kid? Hell, could he handle his best friend having a kid? Some guys kid who he didn't even know? Yeah, who the f**k was this Johnny character, anyway? Would he be able to handle a kid? Oh, God help that guy if he tried to run out on Delilah... Jasper's eyes narrowed slightly at the thought. He bit his lip once more, once more attempting to relax his thoughts, though it wasn't working well.
Perhaps he was rushing to conclusions. He didn't even know the results of Dee's test yet and he was already worrying about whether or not that Johnny kid was father material. However, suddenly, something smacked him in the face. What if that guy wasn't the father? What if it was someone else? Delilah had only said he had come over, she really never specified that it was him who got her pregnant... Jasper almost felt his heart stop in his chest. Oh God... why were things going from bad to worse so quickly?
He stood up straight just as Delilah burst through the door. He didn't even need to look at the test to know what the results were -- her frightened, teary-eyed gaze told it quite well. Just to confirm his own fear, Jasper looked at the test, reading the word positive over and over in his mind, his worry increasing each time. His mouth opened as if he wanted to speak, but he couldn't find the right words. He felt speechless as he gazed at the screen, the dizziness he had begun to feel when Delilah had first put the idea in his head worsening. "... Oh God.." He finally choked out, looking at Delilah, almost feeling as freaked out over the whole thing as her. He shook his head a few times, "S-S-Sometimes these things are wrong... maybe... maybe it's false." He studdered, his lips trembling as he spoke.
Yes -- perhaps it were wrong. It happens on occasion, right? False pregnancies? Miscarriages? Yes -- those things happen on sometimes. Jasper tried to reassure himself as well as his friend of this possibility, but, it wasn't working well for him, and he doubted he had given any kind of hope to Delilah, either. [/size]
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Post by Delilah on Sept 3, 2007 23:39:37 GMT -5
Delilah was sobbing. She wrapped her arms around Jasper's neck and cried into his shoulder. Positive...Positive...Positive..... the word kept playing over and over in her mind. She couldn't be pregnant! she just couldn't! She had a whole life ahead of her! She was only 17 years old....
Johnny. Johnny was to blame. If she wouldn't had let him into her dorm last night.... Oh who was she kidding. Johnny was cute. ANY girl would have let him in. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Her whole world was spinning. Mabye it was false; but they are mostly right most of the time. But it still didn't make her feel any better. There was a human being inside her! She was supposed to be freaking out! and she was....
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