Ineffable

35 | OUR GOLDEN RETRIEVER

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Noah

"Can you all lower it down?" Adi groans, putting his head on the kitchen island with a loud thud.

"Shut up, Adi," Michael says, holding his head.

Tom scrunches his nose. "I love parties but the aftermath...I hate it."

"I said shut up, Adi!" Michael says, loudly.

Adi replies in the same volume, "I didn't say anything, buttocks!"

All three of them groan, simultaneously.

Parties never change—especially when it includes teenagers.

Caleb's party, yesterday, was as chaotic as I had expected. The same scenes of couples—or not couples making out, drunk teenagers puking, and most just dancing around the house.

I went to the party because a lot of people forced me to—Alyssa, Adi, and Victoria, actually.

Apparently, if you are the captain, you are supposed to attend these events. I call it bullshit.

I lasted for half an hour before I walked back to my car and drove away, not looking back. At first, I felt really good but I was near the Ice Rink when I realized I left Adi. Guess what? Some moments later, I get a video from an unknown number— "Twerk that booty, Adyyyy".

It irritated me a lot because a) of wrong spelling of Adi, b) nobody should ever diss him except me, and c) that twerking is actually good.

I came back and picked up Adi in the middle of his make-out with some redhead. As I put Adi in the back, Mike and Tom yelled my name and sat in the car. Long story short, the guest room near my room ended up being the night accommodation for these three idiots with bad hungover.

Tom looks at me. "What you got there?"

"Hangover Cure," I reply, putting three glasses in front of them. When all three of them look at my face, I cross my arms over my chest. "Drink up."

Adi pouts. "It smells."

Mike frowns. "It is seaweed green."

Tom puts down the empty glass. "Done, Dad—err, I mean, Noah."

Adi and Mike laugh, before realizing everything's too loud and groan again. I roll my eyes at their antics.

I have noticed Adi and Mike have more similarities than differences. It is like they are in the same category but in different sub-categories.

"You feel good?" I ask Tom, taking his glass and putting it in the sink.

"Kinda." He replies, "It felt like chocolate ice cream and pizza had a baby and it was ugly as heaven."

I raise my eyebrows when I look at him. "As heaven?"

"Hell is beautiful. So, why diss that?" He shrugs his shoulder. I nod, getting his point.

When Mike and Adi still make faces at the glass, I glare at them. "Drink before I shove them down your throats."

They drink.

"You, my man, are the best host ever." Tom looks at me, impressed, while Mike and Adi make puking sounds after drinking the hangover cure.

I chuckle. "Finally, someone appreciates it."

"Hey, guys," Percy says when he enters the kitchen and opens the fridge. Getting out a bottle of Gatorade, he looks at three of the guys and then at me. "I thought you didn't do babysitting because it was against your rep."