seven

                                    

                                          
"I REALLY SHOULDN'T be driving,"
                          
Wyatt's quietly anxious voice gets lost in the wind as he tries to direct the pink convertible across the silent highway. He's a terrible driver, swerving all over the place. I'm stretched out in the back seat with Gary next to me as he drifts in and out of consciousness. I pat him occasionally when he wakes up to assure him he's okay. 
                          
"Listen, I really appreciate it. I don't feel like driving," 
                          
"Okay, forget it!" Gary has a sudden burst of energy. He grabs my shoulder for leverage. "I'll drive! Give me the keys!" 
                          
"Gary! Calm down, you're drunk as a skunk," I push him down so he flops back into his former postion. His leg kicks out and his foot makes contact with my hip. 
                          
"Ow! I'm gonna-" I ready myself to slap Gary silly until Wyatt calls out to me. 
                          
"Max, please don't kill him. I have enough to worry about,"
                          
I sigh and sit back down in my seat, Gary mumbling incoherently.
                          
"Do you think we can stop for Slurpees?" I ask. Late night slurpees are a wonderful pleasure. They always seem to taste a little better when its after midnight. 
                          
"Let's scout another party, man!" Gary cheers. 
                          
"I don't know Max, I mean Chet is going to be mad as it is... I don't want to risk being any later," Wyatt gulps. He ignores Gary's drunken rambling again. 
                          
"What are you going to tell Chet? About tonight? About Lisa?" 
                          
"Nothing," He replies. Lisa and I glance at each other before Lisa speaks. 
                          
"That's not very realistic, Wyatt," Lisa quips. Wyatt grips the steering wheel a little tighter. 
                          
"I'm just trying to concentrate on the road," He says unconvincingly. 
                          
"Concentrate harder," Lisa says, rather sternly. 
                          
I put my eyes on the road. "You're about to run a red light!"
                          
The car screeches and hits a bump, both Gary and I fly across the backseat until I hit the door and he hits the floor. I groan and rub my head while Gary tries to pull himself back up, but all he's really doing is flailing his legs around. 
                          
"Oh, shit! I hate that stuff! I hate this car! I hate it!" He shouts. I grab his arm and heave him up onto the seat. Gary sinks back down into the leather and pushes me away. 
                          
"Is he ok?" Wyatt asks me.  
                          
Gary goes to say something vulgar, so I cover his mouth. "He's fine," 
                          
"Just think of what you'll do about Chet. He's one serious idiot," Lisa says as we begin to approach the house. 
                          
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Wyatt enters the house alone, refusing help to deal with his idiot brother. Lisa disappears almost immediately, so I'm left outside in the cold with a delirious Gary. 
                          
I lean on the door, shivering as Gary blinks slowly and watches me, mirroring my position. 
                          
"Do I have something on my face, Gary?" I say, leaning in to make sure he hears me in his drunken state. His face is a mix of confusion and concern. 
                          
"You look cold," he says simply. 
                          
"I am cold,"
                          
Gary nods, and stumbles around momentarily. Before I can tell him to stop he's stripped off his coat and hastily wraps it around me. It smells like the bourbon he was drinking, but I do appreciate the gesture. 
                          
"Thanks, Wallace," 
                          
He shrugs, his cheeks a tiny bit pink. "Don't mention it. Seriously, don't... If Wyatt sees this... Oh man," 
                          
I chuckle, and almost on queue Wyatt opens the door looking flustered and as angry as boyish Wyatt can look. 
                          
"How'd it go?" I ask. Wyatt shakes his head and then shrugs. I sigh. "How much money did you have to give him?" 
                          
"Not much," Wyatt mumbles as he grabs Gary's arm to help him inside. Not much, I scoff. I decide not to pry and just help Gary up the stairs with Wyatt. 
                          
Gary's legs are like jelly, so we are quite literally dragging him up the grand staircase. As we just about make it to the top, he begins to groan like he's about to hurl. I pray that he aims for Wyatt and not me. 
                          
"The boozehounds return!" 
                          
Now I think I might hurl. 
                          
Chet Donnelly stands with an air of arrogance in the hallway. That stupid freaking haircut of his us just enough to make me want to punch his teeth. 
                          
"What a joke! Hi, girls-" Chet eyes me off, his face contorts a little. "...and girl," 
                          
Chet's eyes linger on me a little longer than I would have wanted. What a creep. 
                          
His gaze then turns to woozy Gary. He licks his lips in glee. 
                          
"Feeling kind of queasy? How about a nice greasy pork sandwich served in a dirty ashtray?" Chet says, making sure each word comes out more disgusting than the last. Gary goes a ghastly shade of green and stares at Chet.
                          
Then he just starts poking at his face like a total idiot, and I can stop holding my breath. Gary starts laughing and buries his face in Wyatt's shoulder. Chet is bemused. 
                          
"He pukes, you die," 
                          
"He's not laughing at you, Chet," Wyatt attempts to assure his brother. 
                          
"Yes he is," I began to giggle myself at this point. Gary reached over and punched my shoulder while Wyatt glared at me.  
                          
"Did you tell Chet about the woman we made tonight?" Gary mumbles into Wyatt's shirt. I grip the railing a little tighter and hope Chet ignores him.
                          
"He's drunk," Wyatt blurts. 
                          
"No shit,"
                          
"No shit, Chet," 
                          
"You donkey dicks couldn't get laid in a morgue, unless Blondie over here puts out," Chet snorts, I give him a dirty look. 
                          
"Don't talk to her like that, Chet," Wyatt says with his teeth gritted. Chet moves closer to Wyatt and stares him down, before stepping back and just walking away. Wyatt got off easy, he could have gotten the shit beat out of him.
                          
We both grab a hold of Gary again and walk towards the bedroom. He starts giggling again and dragging his feet. 
                          
"Look at his haircut. Anybody with a haircut like that is an asshole," 
                          
"You didn't have to stick up for me like that Wyatt, Chet could've pounded you," I say, ignoring Gary. 
                          
He shrugged. "I had too. You're my friend," 
                          
"You're too good to me Wyatt," I grin. I'd ruffle his hair if I had a free hand. 
                          
Wyatt and I drop Gary on the bed and he takes me down with him before passing out cold. Before I can even move Wyatt has quickly hurried outside, mumbling something about finding Lisa. 
                          
I yawn and push Gary off me. He groans vaguely. I kick my shoes off in delight, my feet were very much done with wearing those shoes. I think about changing but I'm far too tired to do so. I lean back onto Gary's back and pick a few Bobby pins from my hair, and before I know it I'm drifting off to sleep as Gary begins to snore. 
                          
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I kinda like this chapter. Got some cute moments in it :)))
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