off to do what they do and I’m left tired and dreading the long trip ahead of me. Why didn’t I just plan to fly? It’s not like I’m taking much with me. I ask for water for the remainder of the night.
About an hour later, I’m done and ready to go. Spencer saunters, barely, over to the chair beside me. “I’m going to take you home.”
“Where am I gonna sleep?”
“I have a couch, moron.” His brown hair is sticking up and his shirt is a little out of place. “Were you just in the bathroom?”
His mouth widens with a grin, “Oh yeah.” He makes a sex face, I shake my head and laugh.
“Who was it this time?”
“Umm, Jaz. She’s uh-mazing. You don’t know what you’re missing, dude.” I’ve been there, I know. Not interested, but good for Spencer. I guess. I can’t help but wonder what he’ll do without me here. I hate leaving him. I pat his back, awarding him. “So, are you coming with me?”
“Oh hell yeah, let’s do this. Whoo!” He hollers, throwing his hands up, cheering. I tell everyone goodbye, taking a last look at the bar that became my past. Spencer stumbles out the door to my jeep.
“I’m not gonna miss your drunk ass.” I tease.
“Shut the fuck up, you know damn well you will. I’m one of a kind.”
“Just get in my car drunkie. And don’t you dare puke or I’ll make you clean it up.” That’s all I need to smell the whole way to Colorado. Ick! I shut his door and climb in on my side. I turn the radio on to drown out the sound of his incessant snoring, since he’s pretty much passed out now.
As soon as I pull up to my apartment, I park in the garage, I shake him awake. “Hey, we’re here. Spencer, wake up.” He doesn’t stir and I finally yell, “Spencer, get the hell up!” and give him a good shove.
“Huh?” He jerks upright, glancing around, forgetting where he is. “What the f-“ He winces and grabs his head, as if his head is pounding inside his skull.
“We’re at my place. I gotta get some sleep, so let’s go.” I get out of the car and help him out on his side. I shut the garage door.
“I need a cigarette.”
“You don’t smoke, Spencer.”
Realization dawns on him and he nods. “Oh yeah, I want to smoke.”
“I want to sleep. Tomorrow you’ll wake up and thank me for not giving you one. Trust me.” We walk up the stairs. I turn the living room light on and find a blanket to throw on Spencer, sprawled out on the couch. I take a look at the room, the boxes that are stacked in the far corner by the entertainment center. The majority of the shit in this apartment belongs to my father, since he bought most it. He can have it all back.
I use the bathroom and do my bed-time business before entering my room and passing out, with my clothes still on.
Chapter 6
Noah
I’ve got a migraine the size of a basketball; I didn’t even drink, as much as Spencer anyway. I knew it was a bad idea to drink in the first place. I guess that’s what I get for not listening to my conscience, it’s usually always right.
I push the covers off and glance at my clock; 11:00. Well hell, so much for getting an early start today. I walk out of the room, into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee.
“Fuck, how much did I drink?” Spencer enters the kitchen, holding the side of his head. I shake mine, trying not to laugh.
“You were plastered. I had to help your ass out of the car.” He sits down at the table and moans, leaning his head down on top of his crossed arms.
“Okay, I’m never drinking again.” Famous last words. I raise my brow, knowing he’s full of shit. “Yeah, I’m lying out of my ass. Speaking of, I remember tapping some in the bathroom.” I drink my coffee in silence, looking around my apartment. I can’t distinguish whether I’m sad or anxious to leave. I think I’m just dreading the drive, which will take about 3 days. If I wasn’t by myself, it wouldn’t be so bad. Thank god for my music to keep me entertained.
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About an hour later, I’m done and ready to go. Spencer saunters, barely, over to the chair beside me. “I’m going to take you home.”
“Where am I gonna sleep?”
“I have a couch, moron.” His brown hair is sticking up and his shirt is a little out of place. “Were you just in the bathroom?”
His mouth widens with a grin, “Oh yeah.” He makes a sex face, I shake my head and laugh.
“Who was it this time?”
“Umm, Jaz. She’s uh-mazing. You don’t know what you’re missing, dude.” I’ve been there, I know. Not interested, but good for Spencer. I guess. I can’t help but wonder what he’ll do without me here. I hate leaving him. I pat his back, awarding him. “So, are you coming with me?”
“Oh hell yeah, let’s do this. Whoo!” He hollers, throwing his hands up, cheering. I tell everyone goodbye, taking a last look at the bar that became my past. Spencer stumbles out the door to my jeep.
“I’m not gonna miss your drunk ass.” I tease.
“Shut the fuck up, you know damn well you will. I’m one of a kind.”
“Just get in my car drunkie. And don’t you dare puke or I’ll make you clean it up.” That’s all I need to smell the whole way to Colorado. Ick! I shut his door and climb in on my side. I turn the radio on to drown out the sound of his incessant snoring, since he’s pretty much passed out now.
As soon as I pull up to my apartment, I park in the garage, I shake him awake. “Hey, we’re here. Spencer, wake up.” He doesn’t stir and I finally yell, “Spencer, get the hell up!” and give him a good shove.
“Huh?” He jerks upright, glancing around, forgetting where he is. “What the f-“ He winces and grabs his head, as if his head is pounding inside his skull.
“We’re at my place. I gotta get some sleep, so let’s go.” I get out of the car and help him out on his side. I shut the garage door.
“I need a cigarette.”
“You don’t smoke, Spencer.”
Realization dawns on him and he nods. “Oh yeah, I want to smoke.”
“I want to sleep. Tomorrow you’ll wake up and thank me for not giving you one. Trust me.” We walk up the stairs. I turn the living room light on and find a blanket to throw on Spencer, sprawled out on the couch. I take a look at the room, the boxes that are stacked in the far corner by the entertainment center. The majority of the shit in this apartment belongs to my father, since he bought most it. He can have it all back.
I use the bathroom and do my bed-time business before entering my room and passing out, with my clothes still on.
Chapter 6
Noah
I’ve got a migraine the size of a basketball; I didn’t even drink, as much as Spencer anyway. I knew it was a bad idea to drink in the first place. I guess that’s what I get for not listening to my conscience, it’s usually always right.
I push the covers off and glance at my clock; 11:00. Well hell, so much for getting an early start today. I walk out of the room, into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee.
“Fuck, how much did I drink?” Spencer enters the kitchen, holding the side of his head. I shake mine, trying not to laugh.
“You were plastered. I had to help your ass out of the car.” He sits down at the table and moans, leaning his head down on top of his crossed arms.
“Okay, I’m never drinking again.” Famous last words. I raise my brow, knowing he’s full of shit. “Yeah, I’m lying out of my ass. Speaking of, I remember tapping some in the bathroom.” I drink my coffee in silence, looking around my apartment. I can’t distinguish whether I’m sad or anxious to leave. I think I’m just dreading the drive, which will take about 3 days. If I wasn’t by myself, it wouldn’t be so bad. Thank god for my music to keep me entertained.
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