The first thing I did was walk to the kitchen sink and wash my neck off. She chuckled at me. she walked around in the dark, inspecting the richly lavished two-story house. Then she bounced over to me and hopped up on the counter as I used a paper towel to dry off my neck.

At this point in the night, I was already done with Riff. I wanted to go home and pretend the whole nightmare never happened. I was exhausted from my heart beating so fast. I felt tired and I wanted something to eat, but I think that might have been the high.

Riff took off her leather jacket, I swear that thing must weight a ton because when she set it down it made a loud plop noise. She had on muscle shirt that had big open armholes, I could see her bra and a tattoo on her rib cage.

She dug around in her jacket and got out a cigarette.

"You can't smoke in here! Are you crazy, the smell will linger." I said.

"Fuck, damn it, but I need a smoke." She ran a stressed-out hand through her hair.

"Well, you will have to wait." I snapped at her.

She put the cigarette back and dug around for something else in her jacket. She pulled out what looked to be some type of tiny stamp page.

"Open your mouth." She ordered.

"Why?" I asked.

"Just come here and open."

I sighed and walked over and opened my mouth to humor her.

"I want you to chew it" She ordered.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

She smirked and broke off a square sticker looking stamp thing and set it on my tongue. Then she did the same for herself. She put the rest back in her jacket pocket.

"Okay, what is this?" I began to chew.

"Acid." She shrugged like it was no big deal.

I immediately went to spit it out, but she closed my mouth with her hand.

"Come on give it a chance, plus this night is wild already let's make it more so. Up until now, I've only had one bad trip, so don't ruin this for me. I can't smoke but I need something to help relieve the stress. Plus I feel like getting wild."

"I've never done drugs before in my entire life!"

"No surprise there." she interrupted me.

"My point is, what if I have a bad reaction!" I hissed.

"Relax, relax, relax. Deep breaths. Just remain calm and let it do its thing. If you keep freaking out, you might have a bad trip."

She hopped off the counter and rubbed my shoulders.

"I want to go home." I felt my eyes water.

She sighed.

"You are really a wuss Solo, you know that?"

"And you are a freak! It's decided, I have made the worse mistake in my entire life!"

She sighed

"Fine, spit it out then." She rolled her eyes.

So I did.

Little did I know it was already too little too late, she spit hers out too, I guess she wanted to be on my level all night. She was determined I'll give her that. She walked me over to the fridge and we opened it. Inside was leftover pizza. She quickly pulled it out and took a slice.

"Mmm, cold pizza is the best." She said.

I felt so paranoid. With the cops looking for us, us being inside some strangers house! The fact that I was with some girl who name I still didn't know and who apparently has a bad drug habit which she uses to cover up her bad anxiety, I was just letting my panic spiral out of control.

"Hey, look at me." she grabbed my shoulders with pizza in one hand.

I did.

"Relax. The worst is over and the best has yet to come. Promise." She said.

"I don't even know you! This is crazy!" I pulled out of her embrace.

She sighed and took the pizza box with one hand, shoving the pizza slice in her mouth, before using her free hand to drag me to the living room. She forced me to sit on the couch with her. The house was really nice and smelled like cherry blossoms. The real thing, not the fake scent they sell at stores.

She opened the box and handed me a slice. I eyed it.

"Eat it, it will help you calm down." She said.

Then she got up and went back to the fridge before coming back with a couple cans of soda. She handed me one. I cracked it open and took a large gulp.

"Tell you what Solo, if you can last the whole night with me, I'll tell you my real name. promise."

"Look Riff this has been different, but I think I really just want to go home."

She sighed and took a big chomp of her pizza.

"Well Solo, you are going to have to wait here unless you want to be picked up by the cops, but I can't just have you all stressed out so ask away. What do you want to know about me?" she kicked up her legs on the coffee table.

"Why were you really kicked out of your band?" I asked.

"Isn't it obvious, I'm a mess." She sighed.

Her face had a sad expression on it.

"How did you end up with your band?"

"I ran away from home. My family was a nightmare. It was always, do good in school or you won't get into Ivy. College was mandatory. They didn't get me, they thought music was just something I did to pass the time. They wanted me to be their perfect daughter who goes into law school and becomes a judge or some shit. I told them no, that I wanted to study music. We had a falling out, and they said I had to pick them or my music. So I left. Took my guitar and tried to make my own way. Didn't really pan out as I wanted." She looked at me.

I grabbed my own pizza and took a bite.

"So you left just because your parents wouldn't accept your music? That sounds kind of dumb. I mean a full ride to college is like a dream for most people."

"Well I'm not most people, and it may sound dumb to you but I don't regret leaving. I didn't know who I was with them. They kept trying to force me into this perfect daughter mold. I just wanted to break free. These past couple of years have been hard, I won't lie, but I've learned more in these two years than a whole life with them. I don't think I can ever go back. Music isn't dumb, it's who I am."

The way she said it, I knew she meant it. I saw her eyes water over and a flicker of pain cross her face. She really loved music. I could tell. It wasn't just something that she did. She was willing the throw away her whole life for it, not many people would have done the same. I felt a sort of respect for her. She was tougher than she looked, and that was saying something.

"Then don't give up. You can't just quit music because you are out of the band. Start your own band go to a pawn shop and get you a new guitar. If you love it that much, never give up." I said.

She smiled at me.

"Yeah guess you're right." she moved to lay down, resting her head on my lap.

Strangely enough, focusing on her issues instead of mine did help me relax and calm down a lot.

"So you haven't seen your family since you left?" I took a bite of my pizza.

"No. Not once. I think they know where I am, and they have been watching me, but they leave me be."

"Why do you figure that?"

"Sometimes, when I really need help. Like I am on my last leg and can't stand anymore, help will magically arrive out of nowhere. Like one time I hadn't eaten in days. I was sitting on a street corner playing my guitar and had my case open, trying to get money. Some nice man comes in and drops in five hundred dollars! Like whoa. I knew it was them, they have the subtly of a dinosaur. Another time when I lost my way and almost became your regular old street urchin, a flyer was just so carefully placed by a dumpster advertising an opening in a band. So I know it's them, it has to be. Some things just happen to perfectly to be fate or a coincidence." She sat up slightly to take a drink.

"Well that's nice of them, at least they haven't given up on you," I said.

"Emm, part of me wants them too, but then the starving version of me says you can't beat five hundred dollars." She snorted in amusement before laying back down and eating her pizza.

I don't know why, but seeing her lay on my lap like that, I sort of felt strange. Like I could picture her laying on my lap like that every day. I could see us sitting at home laughing and watching tv. Eating cold pizza and making fun of rich people. It was a brief glimpse but it was enough to startle me.

Okay here is something not many people know about me. I have a tendency to get attached to things. Like once I like it, I find it hard to let it go and move on to another thing. Hence why I am still working at Fatties even though the pay is shitty. Also why I am still living with Heather, not because I like her but because I like the apartment, rats and all and I don't want to move. I could literally watch the same tv show forever if I like it, which is why I mostly stick to sitcoms because they usually have a lot of episodes and go on forever.

That small glimpse I saw of me and Riff, her opening up to me about her life, I had to bit my lip and groan internally. I already knew I was getting attached to her, against my will I might add. There was just something about the girl that had me mesmerized. How someone could throw away her perfect life just to be her own person. The grit and determination it must have taken her to get to this point. Even though she acted like I was just another girl on her to be laid list, I had a feeling what she was doing with me is not something she did often, if ever.

Part of me wondered if she only dragged me along with her because she was scared and lonely and just didn't want to be alone in this big cruel world tonight. I was starting to get a better picture of her, but the more I knew about her, the more attached I could feel myself getting. Which was not good.

"What about you Solo, anything that interesting in your life?" she asked me.

"I wish. I'm just a nobody. Average family, average person, average life. Nothing worth telling. I'm just your average background girl who gets dragged to clubs as the designated driver. The girl that flips patties and washes dishes. The sit at home and waste away girl. That's me. No real drive to do anything or be anyone. Just me." I admitted.

"And you just accept that?" she sat up.

"Why not, we all have a role." I shrugged and finished my pizza.

"Bullshit. That is bullshit and you know it. Look around, look at what you've done. You came along with a stranger who stole a car and helped you evade arrest. No average girl does that. You are special. Inside of you is someone waiting to be set free. Stop holding her back and just let her come out for once. I know you want to. You have to live Solo, what you are doing isn't living, it's just surviving. Anyone can survive, but not everyone can live. You are you, and don't let anyone stop you from being that girl inside. I know she wants to come out, so let her out. Even if it's just for tonight."

She touched something in me.

I felt this feeling stir up. Was she right? Was I holding myself back? I wanted to let something in me out. I wanted to let go for once. I wanted to be like Riff. I felt inspired, ready for action, my heart raced in anticipation. I wanted what she wanted for me.

I did not want to be average, I wanted to be extraordinary, just like her.

"You're right," I said.

"Hell yes I am right, and don't forget it." she smiled.

I think the drugs kicked in because when I looked at her, the way the light from outside hit her, it made it look like she was glowing rainbow. The longer I stared at her, the weirder things got. The light made her look like she had butterfly wings, big purple ones with yellow sparkly flakes. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She crawled closer to me. Really close. I didn't move because I wanted to see her wings up close. I wanted to feel them. I wanted wings of my own.

"Riff..."

"Yeah?" her eyes were big and she was staring closely at me.

"I think... I think the acid kicked in." I said.

"Yeah, I think that too." She smiled at me.

It was not like her usual arrogant so full of it smiles, it was a soft sweet smile. She reached for the hoodie that I was wearing and pulled it over my head. I watched her set it down in a particular spot on the floor and then turn back to me.

"Look at you, you're beautiful." She smiled at me and ran her hand up my stomach which was exposed because my shirt was all rolled up due to my hoodie being taken off.

Her wings flapped once or twice and spread yellow sparkle flakes everywhere until that was all I could see. The house was covered in it. I reached for her and grabbed her shoulders. She moved even closer, her nose touching my own.

"Wow." She laughed at whatever she was seeing.

"I want to see them." I pawed at her shirt.

"See what?" she asked.

"Your wings."

She laughed some more.

I pulled her shirt up and set it to the side. Her upper body now exposed to me. I forced her to turn around and ran my hands up her back. She sat on my lap, her wings were on either side of my face, blocking out the rest of the word.

"Whoa..." I ran my hands up her back to where her wings came out.

She laughed some more.

Her laugh made me laugh.

Then she turned back to face me, I pouted.

"Hey, you got to look now my turn." She whispered against my lips.

Her hands touched my face, tracing every inch of my skin very slowly. Her eyes were huge, wide in wonder.

"What are you?" she said in wonder.

"I don't know, what am I?" I laughed.

"I don't know... but I like it."

"I like your wings."

We both laughed.

"Come on," she got off of me.

"Huh?"

"Come on!" she laughed as she grabbed my hand.

She dragged me up the stairs which I swear turned into a waterfall of colors and made me laugh because we were walking on rainbow water. The walls were all sparkly with her wing dust. It looked very cool in the dark house. Almost like a starry night sky.

She hopped like a rabbit to the back door down the hall up the stairs. I laughed and hopped with her. The door was all wonky looking, like something from a tim burton movie. She pulled it open.

Beyond the door was a fairyland. I swear it.

"Whoa!" I backed up as all the fairies flew out.

"Come on." She tugged me in.

There was a giant mushroom which we both jumped on. It was really bouncy. Then she stopped and looked towards a giant tree with a door. She walked over to it.

"Careful," I said.

She opened it and inside was dark, she walked in and then the room lit up rainbow just like her. I had to blink and shield my eyes because it was so bright. After my eyes adjusted, I hopped off the mushroom and walked over to her.

I saw lots of outfits but they were all in 2-D like a cartoon or something. I knew then that I was about to go on a weird trip for the first time in my life, and quite possibly the last. So if you are keeping track I have officially by this point in the night committed, 6 crimes. And the night was still fairly young.

Just wait to see what else this crazy butterfly girl got me into.