Hello, this is a shortened chapter, I wanted to get it out as quick as possible. Thank you for your patience and for sticking with my through these long waits between chapters, I know it gets annoying. But I appreciate all of you, I hope you enjoy :)

Charlies' p.o.v

I stood as if I was made of rock, fear gripping my chest as he stopped just inches from my face.
"Charlie!" His welcoming voice shocked me, "It's nice to see you, here, take a beer," He handed me a cold one, one of the glorious glass bottles with the tall necks. But wait! This bitch is playing it off like we're cool, they must not know then. Those fucks. but hey, a beer is a beer. So I sucked up my pride and took it. George smiled, pleased with my compliance, smacking a hand across my back a little too hard.
"Come in, come in," he cooed, gesturing to an empty spot on the bed, next to the third nameless guy. I hesitated to sit, eyes lingering on the deep purple bruises that spotted the nameless' arms, confirming that he did, in fact, use. Oh, and the half empty needle that was clenched tightly in his fist also gave it away. He noticed my stare, "What? You want a lick?"
"A lick? Uh, no. I could never really do needles. Too... sharp I guess."
Nameless shrugged, "Yeah, I guess it hurts the first few times, but then it just gives way to numbness." Then he started mumbling about a strap, he began to lift pillows and blankets, looking underneath things with increasing frustration.
"Don't mind Aron-"
"Deuce, Big Deuce."
Dylan continued, "Yeah, Deuce. Anyways don't mind him, he just gets cranky when he's coming down."
As if to back up his point, Deuce flipped him off, "Cock sucker."
Dylan rolled his eyes and pulled a broken rubber band out of his pocket, tossing it over, "Crack whore."
"It's not crack, don't misidentify my drugs."
"Look at you, using big words all by yourself."
I sat in silence, watching the two with a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
"Can't keep up?" George came over.
"No," I replied, they had somehow jumped from heroine to why it would be good to have spiders the size of cows.
"They're fucked up," he laughed, handing me something, "Here, might as well catch up."
It was a shady looking bowl, the contents were burned beyond recognition.
"Don't worry, it's just weed." He grinned, and for a second, I could start that I saw his eyes glint.
"NO! We need fucking cow spiders so that natural selection can take it's course."
"What? That's just full on murder."
"Nuh uh, murder is between two humans, that would be deforrestation."
"Hunting. You mean hunting."
"No I mean deforrestation because-"
With an exaggerated sigh I took George's lighter and hit the bowl.
"Don't do it too hard..." I flipped him off, he shrugged, said he warned me, and went back to his chair. I quickly realized my mistake after that, the smoke burning my lungs, my throat, my everything. I hacked it up violently, thinking that for a second I was going to puke. Or die.
"Yeeeah! Get some Charlie!" Dylan cheered as he took the bowl, hitting it hard as well. He wheezed and practically fell over, just like that. One minute he was up, and the next he was on the ground with a huge grin on his face.
I cursed and spit, but when I was done, the world swayed and the colors swirled. I started laughing, "Oh fuuuuck."
George chuckled, "He's high as fuck right now."
"Dude," I silently stared at him longer than I should have, "yes."
"It'll hit you in a minute."
"I think it already hit me."
Suddenly, it was like a wave crashed down on me, I saw seeing shit. Rainbows, dragons, and George had become a pink leprechaun.
Yet all through my high, not one time did I think about what the fuck was in that bowl.

Y/n p.o.v

"What? Don't stop there!"
"Why not?" Charlie huffed, "I'm out of beer." He stood and started walking away.
"Wait!" I called after him, "What happened after that??"
"Guess you'll have to wait. Go bother someone else."
And so, I was left in his dust. Now I had the information, my father, William, was a hero to some of those kids, a joke to others. But now, my curiosity stretched further, I had to find out what happened, the whole story. To start, what the hell happened to George?