Welcome to Highschool.

Lacey: I pulled into a convenience store parking lot, nearly missing the turn. Without missing a beat, I opened my door, ran around the car, and opened Matt's.

Matt- I didn't think Lacey could pull over that quickly, but iguess she was in just as much of a panic as I was. I hopped out of the car, opened up the back, and let Ashleigh get out. She was more coheirent then before, but she stumbled over her own feet. "Grab her other arm, we have to help her get to the bathroom in this place." At this point it was clear something wasn't right.

Lacey: "No time." I grabbed Ash from Matt, as gently as I could, and pulled her over to the bushes. Forcibly, I bent her down and shoved my fingers into her mouth, trigging her gag reflex. I held her hair back as she threw up for what seemed like forever, me just staring at Matt. He was clearly about to have a panic attack unless Ash's condition improved, fast.

Matt- Lacey seemed to know so much. How could she? I've seen Ashleigh get this bad, but it hurt so much this time around. "How do you know what you're doing?" I was puzzled, but I needed to get out of the scene until she was done throwing up. As tough as I am, and the amount that I show no feelings or emotions, got shoved to the side right then. I was ready to break down and cry.

Lacey: "My uncle moved here because he became a plastic surgeon. Before that, he worked days in a celebrity rehab and nights a LA hospital. On days off, he told me about every case." I didn't even glance back as I talked. Ash was throwing up bile at this point. "Matt, I need you to focus. Go to the store. Buy the biggest water bottle they have. Go now. Move fast."

Matt- Ashleigh just kept throwing up. I think there was nothing left in her at this point, but what do I know? I ran as fast as I could to the store and bought a big bottle of water by Laceys' order. As I paid for the bottle of water my hands were trembling, but I just kept going. I ran back outside and handed Lacey the water bottle, at this point Ash was lying on the floor. "Uhm, Lacey, how about we just bring her home. I mean even if she took something, it has to be out of her system."

Lacey: I took off her shoes and poured a few drops of water on her toes, then a little on her fingertips, then finally a few drops on her face. She woke up sputtering, with a few tears running down her cheeks. "Get in the car." I said to Matt, then I helped Ash into the backseat. I sat beside her and gently rubbed her hand. "Matt, just get us to that therapist as soon as you can." I poured some water into Ash's mouth, and started singing a lullaby.

Ashleigh- Reality was finally hitting me, and first of all, my stomach was killing me. My throat was sore, and I felt beyond exhausted. I couldn't make out where we were or what was going on, I only knew that I was in deep trouble. I looked at the figure sitting next to me. It was that new girls, "HEY LUCY" I stumbled over my own words. "WHERE ARE WE GOING!?" I saw Matt in the drivers seat. "WHY'S HE DRIVING MY TRUCK, I CAN DRIVE!" I went to stand up but realized I had no strenth at all.

Matt- "Settle down now."

Lacey: I held Ash down, though it was hardly necessary. "Matt," I screamed over Ash, "Get us there faster!" I silenced Ash for a moment with some more water. "Hey Ash. We're going on a road trip!" I said quietly.

Ashleigh- "ROAD TRIP! OH MY GOSH! I DIDN'T EVEN PACK! YOU KNOW YOU CAN NEVER PACK TOO MUCH!!!"

Matt- "Ashleigh, shhhsh. Kay, Lacey, we're here. Get out." I was hoping Lacey wouldn't realize we weren't at the therapist office. But this is where I always brough Ash. I'd explain everything once we got inside and Ash was asleep.

Lacey: I got out and then helped out Ash. "So, where to, Matt?" I said, keeping my voice calm and giving him my best WHAT THE HELL look.

Matt- "Ashleighs parents own this cabin, but they never use it. Bring her in. And lay her on the couch. Then give her this." I handed lacey a bottle of Ash's anxiety pills. I had them for emergencies.

Momo13 wrote:ginger nodded and looked away from him. "I'm lucky to have a friend like you." She finally sighed soflty. She let her arms fall to her sides. "Lucky to have someone who deals with me." And all my problems, she added in her mind.

Jason let go of her hands and placed them behind him on the counter. He looked at the ceiling for a moment. "Dealing with you is one of my favorite things, you know," he said with a smile. He glanced back down at her, hoping he at least brought a grin to her face. The thickness of the air around them was almost tangible as they uttered their words. Hushed almost as if someone was going to walk in and find them standing in close proximity.

Ginger just raised an eyebrow to him, but smiled anyway. Leave it to him to make he feel better. "I'm glad you like to deal with me...because if you didn't no one would." she sat on the counter next to him and nudged him with her leg.

Jason smiled and nudged her torso with his shoulder. "Do you wanna go upstairs? Play a video game or two?" He asked her. They used to play video games together all the time, but for the past two summers Ginger had been too bust studying to play. Instead they had just hung out at pizza places for an hour or two. But now they had a whole afternoon and Jason felt the need to get back to the way things used to be.

"Sure." Ginger smiled to him and jumped down from the counter. "But I have o warn you, I have gotten worse over the years..." She said this like it was something to brag about and cracked up slightly. She was always awful at video games. The only times she won is when he let her. Which wasn't often.

Jason touched the small of her back to let her go up the stairs before him. When they came to the hall she went directly to his room where she flopped onto his unmade bed. He sighed at the pile of dirty laundry, so visible, in the corner. And it just so happened that a pair of his plaid boxers had unfortunately sought it's way to the top.

Gingers back arched ever so slightly when he touched her. When she flopped onto his bed, she left enough room next to her formhim to sit. She held back couple fits of a cross between laughter and being grossed out at the sight of his boxers. She took his blanket and tossed it over the pile. "That problem solved," she laughed lightly and patted the spot next to her in the bed.

(Hey, do you guys know if one of the admins deleted a page or so of this chat, because both me and Stevie had a lot more between our charries than this)

(I dunno. I'm supposed to be chatting with Alyson but I don't see her...)

Jason let out a nervous laugh and plopped down on the bed next to her. He lied down on his stomach and threw his feet up behind him, crossing his ankles. "Okay," he said, "I have racing games. Fighting games. And role playing games. Which do you want to play?"

"Hmm...any sound fine. How about a racing game?" she shifted so she was laying down next to him on the bed. She smiled over to him and grabbed a game controller from the ground. It was nice to get her mind off her problems an just hang with Jason.

(either you and my friend bookie from another site are the same person or just have really weird timing...you guys came on at nearly the same time)

(Lol, nooooope, not the same person, but that is really wierd. )

Jason went to his play station and popped in his oldest race game. He knew his gaming system was out of date, but he really didn't mind. He had enough games to last him a life time anyway. He let the game load as he plugged in a second controller and lay back down on the bed.

(o.O the creepiness just gets weirder...you guys posted within 5 minutes of each other...)

"I say that you should have to play looking upside down to give me a fair chance," Ginger joked with him as the game started. her gental ginger curls fell from behind her ear and into her face.

Momo, what was the last post between our charries?