Gettin' Down With My Boys

Chapter 8

Heya!!!! I know its been a lonnnnnnnnnggggggg time:( but i was discouraged for a while cause i thought i wasnt a good enough writer.... But I got some comments that made me realllllllyyy happy!!! so thankssss soooooo much!!!!!! you guys are awesome!!!!!! But here ya gooo! sorry if it sucks! its been a while since ive writtennnn...

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I let my feet carry me to the parking lot and over to my truck. I put my hand on the handle, but didn’t open it. Instead I just laid my forehead against the window and closed my eyes. Why did I even come on this trip? It had only been a day, and I was already screwed.

*Snore*

My eyes fluttered open.

*Snore*

My head snapped up, whipping my hair in my face. I brushed it out of the way and looked around.

*Snore*

The noise was coming from the back of my truck. I slowly took a step towards the backseat window and peered in, sighing when I saw who it was. Greg was asleep in the back, snoring away. I knocked on the window. His eyes opened quickly, and his head flew up, hitting the door as he stretched out. I laughed, forgetting what I was worried about for the moment being.

He turned around and smiled sheepishly, then rolled down the window,

“Umm hey, Char... Look... I know your wondering how I got into your car, but...” He stopped when he saw my new confused face. I hadn’t wondered that at all. Until now...

“I didn’t think about that, but thanks for bringing it up.” I crossed my arms, “Now. How did you get in my car?”

He didn’t answer right away, but instead looked around, like he thought the words would be right there for him in the crowd of cars,

“Well, um, Tony had a spare and...”

“Tony had a spare!? How the hell did he get that!?” I

“Char, if you would let me finish... He said he found it right above the front tire being held by duct tape.”

Oh. Crap. I forgot about my spare key. Riley had told me I should get one, because I locked myself out so often,

“Oh, sorry Greg. But why the hell did he steal it!? Good for nothing Tony... “ I paused,

“But why are you out here? Why aren’t you riding coasters?” Again he didn’t answer right away, but then said,

“Okay, okay! Stop pressuring me! I hate coasters. They make me puke, and I hate puking. I told the guys I wasn’t feeling well, and came out here.”

I started laughing at him, then stopped when he turned bright red, muttering a 'sorry' under my breath,

“So, Char. Now that you know why I'm out here, I wanna know why you're out here.”

“I'm... tired. Didn’t get much sleep last night... Ya' know. I guess I partied pretty hard.” I was NOT going to tell him the truth.

He looked confused,

“You did? I thought you went to sleep? I cant remember much, though.”

“See, I thought I went to sleep, too! But I guess I got up and unconsciously drank. Riles says I wasn’t sleep walking, but I'm pretty sure I was.”

“No way to find out, but I think I saw Shane with a camera this morning. Maybe he got pictures!”

We both gaped,

“Cool! Drunk pictures!” He said,

“Damn. Drunk pictures...” Yeah. thats what I said.