~Adam

I should have known. Of course this would happen. Of all the things he could have done, it had to be heroin. This happened over a year ago when his girlfriend of three years broke up with him. As expected, Ezra took it hard. It took almost half of a year to get him off of it. He was using for about one month before I found out. I can't even imagine what would've happened if I had knocked before going inside of his room instead of barging in.
When I lifted his bed up I kept hoping I was just being crazy. I was not shocked to see what I had predicted, I was disappointed. Ezra not remembering school ending was just a hint. You see, I had researched everything I could about heroin when I discovered he was on it. One of the consequences of the drug was brain damage. Heroin immensely impaired the memory so whenever Ezra didn't remember something, I knew something was up.
My phone rang.
"Hello?"
It was unknown number.
"Guess who made dinner?" It was Adrienne, his fine ass.
"YOU DID." I answered with enthusiasm.
"Bingo." His voice was so husky. "Come get your prize."
"Nah, I'm good." I hung up the phone and dropped the phone back onto the couch. I unpaused Netflix and went back to The Vampire Diaries. Honestly, I need everyone of these bitches to die, except Bonnie of course. She's died enough, right now all she deserves is happiness. If my little Bonbon sacrifices her life for these ungrateful hoes, I will concoct an angry letter and hand deliver it to the CW myself.
Halfway through one of Damon's breakdowns over Elena's coma my phone rang again. It was Ezra. I sighed and picked up the phone. I stared at the picture of my friend. On the last ring, I decided to swipe.
"Adam, thank God." I heard his sigh and I copied.
"Mhmmm."
"Adam, we cooked dinner." His voice had some light, like he was trying to be positive.
"So I've heard."
"Do you wanna come over?" I thought about it. "It's spaghetti."
"UNLOCK THE DOOR."
Shit, who's going to say no to spaghetti? Not the fuck I. I was just going to order Chinese food anyway but now, i can save money. I hurried upstairs to my bedroom and drowned myself in cologne. I checked myself in the mirror, looking at my hair, my face, and my clothes. I look decent. Actually, I look like trash but who really cares anyway? My dangerously low will to try overpowers my low self esteem.
I went downstairs, turned the television off, and grabbed my key off the key hook. I left my house and began walking, Honest to Bob, I need a car. I'm going to college in like a year and I refuse to walk places. I took my time getting to Ezra's house, pondering how I would act when I saw him. I decided to take my normal approach and act like nothing happened. However, knowing myself I would most likely fail and end up saying something a little snarky.
The focus of this mission is spaghetti, not a drug abusing best friend. Not bothering to knock and hoping that Ezra followed my instructions, I twisted the knob of the front door and walked in. I entered as quietly as I could and saw no one in the living room. As I shut the door, shouting met my ears and the smell of burnt food met my nostrils. Cheesus ducking rice, man. Please, Bob, don't let it be the spaghetti. I'm begging you.
"Get the fire extinguisher!"
"WHO ARE YOU YELLING AT?" My eyes widened as Adrienne shouted.
"Just get the damn fire extinguisher!"
"WHAT FOR? IT'S NOT EVEN ON FIRE."
I walked into the kitchen saying, "I swear to Bob," The boys turned to look at me. "If I'm not eating spaghetti today I am going to kill myself."
"It's a good thing the spaghetti is burnt." Adrienne smirked at me.
"Quick, Ezra. Hand the heroin over, I need to overdose." I smiled at Ezra as he looked away. Snarky Adam is the best Adam.
"He knows?" Adrienne asked. He was laughing.
"Hold up, he knows?" I looked at Ezra then at Adrienne. "What the hell?"
I walked over to Adrienne and shoved him. "He's your fucking brother. You're supposed to watch over him and help not let him make stupid decisions like shooting up every damn day."
"He can do whatever he wants. He's not a little baby." He got away from me as I turned to Ezra.
"You know, you can go ahead and ruin yourself however you want but just remember she's up there looking down at you."
"For fuck's sake, you're acting like a little bit-"
"Adrienne, please shut up!" Ezra's sigh was interrupted by the deafening ring of the fire alarm.
I looked over at the stove to see that it was still on. I switched it off, grabbed the pot with the slaughtered spaghetti and threw it into the sink. I rolled my eyes at life as I turned the faucet on then off. The alarm soon stopped and I walked out of the kitchen, shoving Adrienne and his prick ass in the process.
I didn't want to walk back home and I certainly didn't feel like cooking today. Gosh, when is my dad going to be back? I sat down on the beige couch and took my phone out. I ordered a box of pizza for myself and another for two stroke inducing brothers. A 157lb weight sat on the right of me, smelling like a battle between aftershave and a burning kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ezra begin to stare at me. His mouth kept opening, trying to make sounds. Acting like I didn't notice, I scrolled through Tumblr.
"Do you want to go up to my room and watch a movie?" he asked me.
"Where the heroin is?" I shook my head. "No, thank you."
My eyes remained glued to my phone screen as he got up from beside me. He stomped up the stairs and my ears followed him up to his room. I sighed and dropped my phone on the couch. Staring up at the ceiling, I took a deep breath. Honestly, life is crap. Being snarky towards my best friend isn't going to help, but I'm just so pissed. First, he chooses to ignore me for weeks and now he's replaced me with a death drug.
Heavy feet met the stairs as Ezra came down. The rustling of a bag was in the air. My neck snapped to the right and my eyes locked onto the bag. I could see the needles and the little zip-lock bags through the transparency of the bag. Ezra walked over to me and grabbed a hold of my arm and led me out of the house. We stopped at the side of the house by the garbage tin. Letting go off me, he opened the tin and dropped the bag on top of all the trash. We looked at each other.
"The shit is gone now. I'm not doing it again."
"I mean...you could easily climb up in there and take it out." I looked at him questionably.
"Tomorrow's trash day. By tomorrow morning it'll be gone."
"It could be gone by tonight after I leave. Who's to say you're not going to fish for it right after I leave? It's not like there's going to be anyone to stop you."
"What about me?"
I flipped around and met the steel chest of Adrienne. "What about you?" I scoffed. "You'd make popcorn and sit there to watch him."
"Hey, if you don't trust us then why don't you just sleep over?" He suggested as he started to drag the trash bin to the front of the street. "I doubt your dope filled boyfriend would mind."
"Shut up, Adrienne." Ezra groaned. Hmm.
Disregarding the two, I made my way to the front of the house and went inside. While the two remained outside talking about who knows what, I checked the time. The pizza should be arriving in about ten minutes. I entered the kitchen, seeing nothing in the sink and the kitchen pretty clean. I didn't expect Adrienne to be the cleaning type.

~Daniel

"You talk so damn much, Adrienne." I said.
"Are you sure you're not just bothered by the fact that everything that comes out of my mouth is true?"
"Adrienne, please. You're so full of shit, your eyes are brown."
"You know, maybe Adam is right." he snorted. "All that dope is getting to you or head, making you think you're straight."
"I'm not gay." I spat.
"For him, you are." He began to make kissing gestures with his mouth, mocking me. He laughed and walked away from me. I followed him, but not before giving the trash bin one last look.