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Not Enough Supervision,
Too Much Alcohol

By ****Black Mariah****

 

As the sun fell on the horizon, the bonfire started and we headed out. I had changed my clothes
because the top of the bus had left my other clothes dusty. I now wore jeans, a hot pink tee, my
favorite pair of converse I had put purple laces in. There were already a bunch of bands there and
Rancid's 'Ruby Soho' blasted from a sound system. "Alright Iz, stay close to one of us at all times.
I don't want you getting hurt." Frank said. "C'mon Frank, I'm seventeen. I'll be fine." I said.
Frank opened his mouth to reply when Gerard cut him off, "She is a big girl Frank. Izzy will be fine
by herself and I'll check up on her okay?" Gerard said. Frank sighed, "Fine but every fifteen
minuets Gee." he said. "Ay, Ay captin." he replied. "Thanks Gee." I said throwing my arms around
him. "Welcome. Now go have fun." he said and I hurried away.

Gee was good on his word, well partly. Insted of every fifteen minuets he checked in every hour and
a half. I don't remember who it was but someone decided to give the seventeen year old a beer. Well
it lead to another and another and soon I was less than sober. I was sitting by the fire talking to
a roadie for Avenged Sevenfold who was even more sloshed than me when Gerard came and checked on me.
"Hi Gee!" I said jumping up but I lost my balance and fell back to the ground. "Damn it! Izzy your
drunk!" he said. "J-just a little." I said. "Frank is going to murder me. C'mon, let's get you back
to the bus." he said and picked me up and carried me piggy back to the bus. "You know what? Your
hair is really fun to play with." I said twisting it around my fingers. "Uh-huh. How much did you
drink Iz?" he asked. "Four? Five? I don't know, you tell me." I said and laughed. Gerard just shook
his head and continued to the bus.

Gerard carried me up the steps and into the bus. He sat me in my bunk, "Okay Izzy. It's time to go
to sleep." he said. "I'm not tired." I replied like a two year old. "Well you need to go to sleep or
Frank is going to kill the both of us." he replied. "You know what Gee?" I said. He sighed, "What
Iz?" he asked. "I have had a crush on you for the looooongest time." I said. "No you don't Izzy.
You're just drunk out of your gourd and are spouting off shit that you don't mean. I used to do it
all the time." he said and stood to turn away. "I'm actually very very honest when I'm drunk. I once
told my best friend's boyfriend about how she thought he smelled like B.O. Boy was she pissed." I
said. Gerard stopped and turned back to me. "Just go to sleep Iz. Okay? Please?" he asked. I was
feeling tired so I nodded my head and he closed he curtain. As soon as the darkness hit me I fell
asleep.

I woke to voices what I guessed was a couple of hours later. It was Frank and Gerard talking
quietly. "Izzy isn't feeling good." Gerard said. "What's wrong with her?" Frank asked. "She seems to
have gotten ahold of some alcohol." came Gerard's voice and I flinched, I was dead. "What? How did
this happen?" Frank asked. "I didn't check on her as much as I should have. I got wrapped up talking
to someone and when I got to where she was already three sheets to the wind. I brought her back here
and called you." Gerard said. "Are you sure she's okay? I'd better check on her." Frank said but
Gerard must have stopped him, "Just let her sleep Frankie. See how she feels in the morning." he
told him. I heard Frank say something else but didn't hear. I was too busy running for the bathroom
where I hugged the porcilen god like it was life or death. There was a knock on the door, "Izzy? Are
you okay?" Frank asked. "Yeah. I just...ug." I said. "Can I come in?" he asked. I opened my mouth to
reply but leaned over the toilet and heaved like there was no tomarrow. The door opened and Frank
came in. He looked at me on the floor and shook his head. He reached above the sink and found a
washcloth and wiped my face. After that he lifted me up and carried me to my bed. "I'm sorry." I
said as Frank pulled he covers under my chin. "We'll talk in the morning." He replied. Frank sat a
trash can and a bottle of water by the bed and kissed my forehead and I drifted off to sleep.

 

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