| The Crisis Hotline; ...Family Ties... | |
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| Madd Mila | Feb 8 2017, 04:10 AM Post #1 |
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![]() ...Family Ties... DATE & TIME: 2.8.17 2:15 AM LOCATION: Camila’s Loft – Detroit, Michigan “ZzZzZTT!” ZzZzZTT!” ZzZzZTT!” I remove my phone from the coffee table to check my messages. What the hell? Why was JJ tweeting me? I turn to her with a grin. “JJ…baby girl… you’re high aren’t you?” Miguel and I exchange glances and start laughing. “Damn Mila look at her eyes!” Miguel shouts from the bean bag chair in the corner of the room. JJ smiles back at me. "I don't know. I don’t think so. Hey--" She coughs about four or five times. "Mila do you have anything to eat. Like a bag of chips? Oh this one time I ate a bag of chips that belonged to my brother and he was soooo angry....... Oh sorry. Im babbling. Um What were we talking about? I forgot." Miguel was first to laugh. “Yes. In response to your tweet dear, I have ice cream, but no more sprinkles. I’m not touching ice cream without sprinkles. No way, no how.” “We need more of the Romz.” Miguel chimes in from the bean bag chair while holding a bag of dust crumbs. “This is all we have left.” “No it’s not. Go check the top drawer in the bathroom, there is a jar just beyond the tampons.” I wink at JJ and nudge her with my arm. Miguel gave the typical guy response, an eye roll and a look of dread. “They’re not used, they’re still in the packaging.” He ignores me and storms down the hallway, we hear the click of the light switch as he enters the bathroom. “Come with me.” I grab JJ by the hand and lead the way into the kitchen. “Get whatever you want. I’m going to prep the bong.” The base of the bong fills up quickly while I watch J.J. remove the Dreyer’s Ice Cream from the freezer and take a seat on the counter top. She dives a spoon into the frozen greatness before placing the spoon in her mouth and licking it clean. “Oh my god.” Her mouth was fuller than Boaz’s after a hard day at work. “I didn’t know mint chocolate chip was this good. Why would you need sprinkles for this?” JJ asks with true curiosity. Her innocence was adorable as fuck all. The only thing cuter was Ryan Hall’s daughter when she used to dress up as me and it wasn’t Halloween. Before I could answer, Miguel was in the kitchen with a bowl loaded. “Pass me the bong key.” “What’s a bong key?” JJ asks. “Awwwwww…” Miguel and I were on the same wave length. “Jynx bruh. You owe me a coke.” Miguel’s only valid response is a chuckle before turning to JJ. “Ok, I’m only going to expain this once.” Miguel reaches into his jean pocket and removes a BIC lighter. “This, is the key that opens the smoke. This is the bong key.” The lighter strikes and he roasts the bowl with precision. The ROOR went a silky crème color and he removes the slide to clear the hit before passing me the bong. JJ Stared at him for twenty seconds before laughing. "When you talk you look funny." I could’nt hold back my laughter. Smoke and water from the bong flew into the air and onto Miguel’s shoes. “Mila watch out!” She walked over to me and tugged on my sleeve as I was cleaning the water off the floor. "Can I hit the bong again?" she said as she shoveled more ice cream into her mouth. I hand the damp rag to Miguel and he looks at me with skepticism. “What?!” I ask impatiently. “Get back down there and clean. You hit every spot except the shoes.” He takes the bong from my hands and passes it to JJ. “Ok, whoa. Where do I put the quarter? This is like a video game.” JJ looked at the bong with confusion. Percolator upon percolator, diffuser after diffuser, and chamber upon chamber, I could see how she could be lost. “Nope. I don’t clean nothing but my own house. Go get my laptop and I’ll order you new shoes.” I say to Miguel, who smiles back at me. Sometimes he made me wanna punch him and hug him at the same time. JJ used the bong key to light the bong. The chambers were filled with smoke and soon so were her lungs. “Damn!” I watch JJ remove the down stem and the slide all together and inhale all the smoke. How she cleared the bong I’d never know, but I knew the aftermath was going to be something similar to Tristan versus Ashley Hamilton. JJ eyes widen and she drops to the floor on her hands and knees, coughing… choking… a combination of the two. She was yacking for a good five minutes non stop and all Miguel and I could do was watch and laugh. Her whole world was about to change. When she was finished, she took a seat on the floor and leaned her back into the cabinets, wiping thick saliva from the corners of her mouth. “Are you okay, baby girl?” I asked while handing her a glass of water. The water was downed within six seconds of less. Miguel crouches down and pats her on the back until she burps and a huge cloud of smoke exits her mouth. “Oh shit! Dude you just took a ghost hit! That was fucking gnarly!” JJ sits on the floor motionless, trying to regroup while Miguel and I are totally amazed by the epic nature of JJ’s first ghost hit. She looked like she had no clue where she was, her eyes were slits, if I needed emoji I’d used her face. “Damn, Jewel.. open your ojos.” I say to her. “What are o-ho’s?” She asks curiously with a grin. “It’s Spanish for eyes. Yours are about the width of a dime right now.” JJ snorts and falls back in laughter. She collects herself and reaches for the mint chocolate chip again. “Will you be okay while I give Miguel a ride home?” JJ looks up from the ice cream tub and nods her head back and forth. DATE & TIME: 2.8.17 3:15 AM LOCATION: Camila’s Car The road was peaceful and very few people were on the road. Miguel passes me the spliff and breaks the silence. “Are you alright Mila? You’ve been quieter since your meeting with Lasiewicz and your—“ I cut him off before he can finish. “My loss... Yeah I’m a little upset. But not so much about the loss. MY brother doesn’t talk to me ever, and Tristan blows right past me at the Gym. It’s like he doesn’t even know me, and we used to be such good friends you know? I’m not that much older than him.” I hit the spliff before passing it back to Miguel. “Don’t let it get to you Milly Milz. You’re the GOAT, it’ll just take a little time for everyone to realize it.” Miguel’s words were always kind. He was the friend I needed, he listened more than he spoke. “Thank you Miguel. Do you think JJ will be alright?” I ask with a bit of a chuckle. “Baby girl was in bad shape after that bong rip.” “She’ll be fine. If not, she’s got you to take care of her. She’s in good hands.” “I guess I’ll let her crash in my bed.” We remain silence for the remainder of the car ride. Just smoking and cruising, it was like the perfect zen, and before I knew it we were in front of Miguel’s house. “We’re here bro bro.” Miguel hops out of the vehicle and shuts the door behind him. He leans through the opening in the window, “Get some sleep. And come to the gym tomorrow! Everyone will give you shit, but it’s only because they want you to work harder. They know you’re the best, they want you to hold yourself to a higher standard without all the flash and bang of your ego. Drive safe.” Miguel passes me a freshly rolled spliff before turning and walking up the steps to his front porch. I throw the car in drive and speed away, with his final words running through my mind like an old song. END |
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| Madd Mila | Feb 9 2017, 04:54 AM Post #2 |
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![]() ...NO RE-ENTRY... DATE: 2.8.17 – 2:00 PM LOCATION: RISE Gym, Detroit, Michigan “What do you mean I’m not allowed to enter?!” I step forward and the Security Guard holds his hand up. “Move out of the way dude." “By orders of Andreas Lasiewicz, I cannot allow you beyond this point.” I wanted to punch this little shit in the mouth. My anger was boiling over, ther was no way this was happening. What had I done? The doors shut and the Guard stands behind the glass with his cell phone in front of him. I walk away from the door and take a seat in the front seat of my car. With my eyes glued to the screen of my phone I search my contacts for the last name, Lasiewicz. I skip past Andreas and go straight for Heather. We exchange messages for a few minutes and she gives me the news that it would be best for me to just chill and wait it out. “Great.” I leave the car and take a seat in the grass patch near the Gym. Time flies and I see numerous students entering the Gym with ease. The sight of it all made me want to kill someone. What was I supposed to do? Lasiewicz banned me indefinitely, and I said was he tried to put a muzzle on me. Well, I also have been obnoxious in the gym, causing problems, picking fights, and disrespecting everyone in front of me, but they need tougher skin. My twitter feed was a warzone of everyone coming at me in the rudest ways possible. They wanted to break me. They wanted me to crumble, but they just didn’t know, my mind and my body didn’t work like that. I crumbled once in my life and after that I vowed to myself, I’d never crumble again. “Hey, Jaylen!” I shout from the grass patch. JJ was just returning from a quick trip to the nearby convenient store to grab some snacks. “Come here.” “Why aren’t you in the gym?” She asks. I look up from my phone with an annoyed glance. “Lasiewicz said I’m not allowed in the gym until further notice.” “Oh my gosh! What happened?” I stay lost in my phone a moment longer before responding. “Dude, they won’t let me in the gym. Like, at all!” I explain. “Apparently I’m suspended.” “Suspended?” JJ asks with that curious innocence she was so known for. “For what?” “Apparently I’m too disrespectful and two trainers and the entire student body have an issue with it.” I scoff at the idea of it all. “Like, really? When did everyone become so sensitive? I’m a female and I’m not even that emotional when I have my period.” “There must be more to this.” JJ keeps her eyes locked on the Gym. “Should I go in there?” JJ really wanted to help. I could sense it. But I don’t think anyone could help at this point. The new notifications sound forces me to end the conversation with JJ and focus on a series text messages between my little cousin, Tristan. Of course, he was saying the same shit as everybody else. He disappointed me a lot lately. And to think this all started because I was defending him. I was in this mess because I tried to stand up for him and this was the thanks I get. “Damn JJ,” my thoughts raced and my anxiety made my hands shake. “I think I might get fired.” “They can’t fire you!” My eyes shoot up from the cell phone to JJ. “That would be dumb. They don’t have a reason to fire you.” “Apparently, they do. I’ve missed a few classes, according to the students I’m not their to learn and I’m just a distraction. Oh and—“ JJ cut me off before I could finish. I’d never seen her act like this, she was a natural fire kitten. “And you don’t kiss the ass of the ass kissers? You don’t congratulate Ashley Hamilton for being RISE Champion, or worship the ground she walks on? You don’t treat Boaz like he’s God of RISE? You don’t follow the lead of everyone else? That’s not you though. They can’t punish you for being different.” The little hell cat made so much sense. “You’re Camila Martinez. You’ve been doing this longer than they have! The fact that you walk your own path and aren’t afraid to be your own person is respectable. They should look up to you not down upon you. This is complete…” She catches herself, “…Bologna!” I couldn’t help but laugh a bit at her colorful language. Sweet JJ, doing her best not to use foul language. I rises from the ground and knock the reeds of grass from the back of my slacks. “Come on, let’s leave the state. I’ll deal with this shit later. I need a vacation.” We head back to the car and the enginen of the ’88 Chevelle roars as the igniton turns over. We ride away from the RISE Gym with smiles on our faces. I was happy to get out of town, but deep down I was totally crushed. I didn’t want to be fired from RISE. I hope like hell Lasiewicz would be cool about me coming back after I gave it a little time. END. |
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