Dancing with Molly - Lena Horowitz Page 0,64

we did a couple points of molly each, then headed back to the festival and got in position for the Whip5mart set. There were a couple bands before he went on, and they were great, but when Whip5mart took the stage, the place went OFF THE HOOK. There was a laser light show that was amazing. It was like being on a different planet—or in the middle of a sci-fi movie. Carson and I danced like we’d never danced before. We’d all brought a bunch of water jugs, the big gallon ones, so we wouldn’t have to leave our spots up by the stage, and it was a good thing we did, because nobody felt like leaving to go stand in line for more water.

We were having so much fun that Carson wanted to do a little more molly to keep the high going while we danced. Matty and Trent were out, so we decided to share the two hits that we had left with them. Carson was able to dump the capsules out on his phone screen and then we carefully snorted half a line each. It gave us the perfect little pick-me-up around two a.m.

It turns out that Whip5mart is going to play again tonight. It was a surprise that they announced last night. While we were coming down a few hours ago, Matty told us that he had more molly to share as a thank-you for splitting our points with him and Trent. Kelly said she was worried about taking their molly because it wasn’t tested and we weren’t sure exactly what we’d be getting, but Kyle’s running low—mainly because he’s sold so much over the past couple nights. I’m sure it’ll be fine.

I’m getting a little tired again right now, and I’m sure everybody will start waking up around the camp within the next hour. Carson is snoring lightly and he’s so CUTE the way he sleeps with his arms thrown up over his head. I’m going to snuggle in next to him and see if I can get another twenty minutes or so before this whole place wakes up and becomes another all-day crazy party.

I could get used to living like this. Just me and Carson and some good friends, some great music, and some awesome molly.

Later . . .

I HATE MY PARENTS! I hate them! They suck! They suuuuuuuck!!!! Oh my god, oh my god, I’ve never been so humiliated in my entire life. I can’t I can’t I can’t.

Okay, I had to step away for a few minutes and catch my breath. My hands were shaking so hard. But I still can’t believe what happened today. I can’t. How could my dad do that to me? The cops?!?! I mean, what am I, a mass murderer or something? The cops?!

Let me start at the beginning. It was around two o’clock or so. I’m not totally sure because we’d been rolling most of the day, but I know the sun was frickin’ hot so it was probably midafternoon. Me and all my friends were lying in the grass, looking up at the clouds. My head was on Carson’s chest and he was playing with my hair. Jess’s head was in my lap and Kelly’s legs were hooked over hers and there were a few other people there too, but I can’t really remember who. All I know is, we were all woven together on the ground like some perfect tapestry, and I remember thinking how amazing it would be if someone could actually make a fabric out of all of us. How beautiful that would be. Because my friend’s hearts are so beautiful.

I know. It sounds dorky now, but then it just felt so profound. So, there we were, pointing out shapes in the clouds—I mean, how much more innocent can you get than that?—when suddenly there was my dad’s shadowy face looking down at me. And behind him were two cops in full uniform.

I was so high that I threw my arms up and smiled and might have yelled, Daddy! Carson sat up so fast he gave me whiplash.

Is this the man who kidnapped your daughter, sir? the fat cop asked.

WHAT?!?!

Kidnapped? Carson said, pulling a T-shirt on over his perfect abs. Nobody kidnapped anyone.

I struggled to my feet, still trying to understand what was going on. I noticed that all around me people were shoving stuff in bags and some of them were running for the gates. One second, everything was peaceful and