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Bill smokes a little and so does Iz, but I don't touch the stuff right away. I know better than to get hooked up with any drugs. I seen what it did to my mother. I have a bit of Jack, but not enough to call me 'intoxicated'. Bill almost chugs the whole thing before Iz gets a chance to have a sip.

"Stop being a liquor pig." I giggle at Bill as he puts the bottle down.

I lay down in the grassy area and let the wind tousel my raven black hair. Everything seemed so perfect at that moment. I had my 2 best friends and that's all I needed.

"So you're getting made fun of because you have tits now?" Bill questions as he lays down beside me.

"Hah...yeah...why?"

"Bill don't ask such a weird question. Of course they're noticeable." Iz laughs as he sits on my other side, in a more suggestive manner than usual.

"Hey!" I call out in disgust.

"Probably easier being a chick than a dude though." Bill says as he starts to rub his eyes.

"Why?" I question out of curiousity.

"You never learned about sex?" Bill asks.

"What?"

"You know, what people call 'making-love'?"

"I know what it is...I just don't discuss it." I laugh as I close my eyes.

"Why not?"

"It's weird!" I laugh unnaturally.

Iz was being quiet. Even too quiet for himself. He was leaning back in the grass on his elbows with his legs apart.

"It's life though baby cakes." Bill laughs as he rolls to his side.

"Yeah yeah." I giggle as I turn to look at Iz.

"What's wrong Iz?" I ask him.

"Nothing. Just thinking." He smiles at me.

"Anyways...Izzy and I decided that for your birthday we're going to sleep over and just party all night." Bill says while he tugs on my shirt.

"Sure your parents will let you? You know how strict they can get." I say while watching Izzy's distraught face.

"They don't needa know. Stop being a downer." Bill lightly pushes me over to the side, making me almost hit into Izzy.

I glance over to see Izzy staring up at the dark starry sky, almost in a trance. His deep brown layered locks were skimming his shoulders while his chestnut eyes were transfixed on the sky. I never really noticed how cute he looked...but maybe it was just the liquor talking.

"I'm not a downer." I push Bill back and he rolls a little.

"Don't touch me like that unless you..." His words become muffled.

I ignored his mouth and looked over at Izzy again. He was wearing a pair of ratty old washed out jeans that had holes at the knees and another one up by his pocket. I catch a glimpse of something grey beyond the rips...perhaps it was something I shouldn't have been looking for. He was wearing his favorite Led Zeppelin t-shirt. It was from their recent album, Houses of the Holy...and even though I wasn't much for religion, I can tell you that for him, I could become the Virgin Mary. But...Iz and I are just friends. That's all.

"Didja hear me?" Bill's voice, full of playful want, interupted my thoughts.

"Oh...yeah. Yeah I did." I try to look as if I was drifting off with the taste of Jack.

Izzy was puffing away on one of the joints and for one moment, I wanted to grab the joint from his lips and taste it myself. I think he caught on because I catch him looking at me from the corner of his eye. I smile nervously and turn away to look at Bill.

"So what do ya say?" Bill asks as he pushed back his copper hair.

"About?"

"Well you said you heard me."

"I lied." I pleasantly smile at him.

"Well I'll ask you again...just not here. Maybe on your birthday when we're all at your house...you know for the party." Bill seems to be a little defeated and bothered by my ignorance.

"Well guys...I needa get back home before the old man fucking snaps. Remember Ace. Birthday. Your house. Party all fucking night long!" Bill stands and stretchs.

"Mhm." I roll my eyes and give him a thumbs up.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." Bill jogs off down the hill.

I get a chilling feeling. You know the kind that you feel when someone is watching you from behind? I turn to look at Izzy, but he's still puffing away on that joint. I watch him for a moment. A long moment...long enough that he notices.

"Yeah?" He asks as he lets out a puff of smoke.

"What?" I ask as I quickly look toward my cowboy boots.

"Well you've been gawking at me this whole time. Is there something up?" His voice was rough and smooth, all in one.

"No...? Why? Do I seem like there's something up? Do I look troubled? Nope. I don't think so."

Iz lets out peaceful, calm laugh. He brushed some of his layered hair out of his face. His brown eyes looked a bit glazed over and red, but that was common when he smoked up. He gave me one of his signature crooked smiles and I felt my heart race a little. I didn't have feelings for him though...we're friends and nothing more. I didn't like him and he didn't like me. The feeling between us was mutual friendship...and that's all it will ever be. He glances down toward his silver pocket watch that he carried everywhere. It was his grandfather's and he swore he would never part with it.

"Anyway...it is getting pretty dark out and you know my mom..." I didn't need anymore signs that he was beginning to feel uncomfortable with me. I knew he wanted to leave.

"Yeah. I guess." I mumble under my breath as we stand up to leave.

The smell of pot and Jack were still soaked into our clothes, but we didn't mind or care, because those were the days of real living.