Games

3

"Where the hell have you been?" Dan asked as I stumbled back downstairs. I had waited a bit after Oliver left just so that nothing looked too suspicious. He was once again in the kitchen when I passed, smirking at me. In a way I couldn't believe that I'd done that; the realization that I had sex with a random person was just setting in.

"Bathroom," I replied, trying to play it cool. Both he and Max were by the couch, Dan standing - or, swaying - in front of it, and Max collapsed on the cushions. I was pretty sure he was passed out.

"You were gone for like ten minutes," Dan slurred as I bent down and held Max's face in my hands, looking him over before gently slapping his cheek a few times in an attempt to wake him up. He groaned and lazily waved my hands away.

"Get up you fucking idiot," I groaned, pulling him off the couch and wrapping his arm around my shoulder. Dan was still staring at me, confused and curious. I glared at him and said, "I drank a lot." Leaving it at that, I steadied myself before dragging a stumbled Max out of the house and to the car, Dan by my side.

I leaned Max against the side of the car as I fished for my keys, unlocking the doors and opening the back.

"Help me get him in," I grunted, struggling with his deadweight as I pushed him in the backseat. Dan folded his legs up and sat Max upright before climbing in after him.

When they were all situated and I made sure their seat belts were on, I got in the car and started the drive home, ignoring Dan's mindless rambling as thoughts of Oliver crept back into my head.

~

I awoke the morning after on my same old mattress on my same old floor. Now that I thought about it I pretty much led the same old boring life; last night was the first time I'd done anything even remotely exciting or different. The more I thought about it the more I didn't regret it. Oliver was attractive as hell, and I enjoyed it, so where was the harm in that?

With a stifled yawn, I rolled over on my back and stretched, rubbing a hand over my face before letting my eyes close once again. I intended to get up, but not just yet.

My mother, on the other hand, decided that it would be the perfect time to storm up the stairs, the clicking of her heels getting louder and louder with each step, and fling my door open.

"Are you up Joshua?" She asked, standing in my doorway and looking down at me. I grunted in response, peering at her through half-closed eyelids and watching as she stepped to my window, suddenly ripping open the curtains and letting the bright midday sunlight flood into the room. The sudden brightness stung my still sensitive eyes and I squinted them, covering my head with the blanket.

"Mum, what the fuck?" I groaned, attempting to glare at her from over the covers. She walked back around my mattress and stood back in the doorway, tying her brown hair up into a ponytail, which was how she always wore it for work.

"I want you to get up Josh," she said harshly, "Stop sitting on your arse all day and start applying for sixth form and colleges. No more moping around my house all day."

I opened my mouth to protest but she cut me off before I could even get a word out, telling me that she didn't want to hear it and that I needed to do as told.

"Whatever," I moped, dropping my head back down on my pillow and sighing as she shut the door. I waited until the click of her heels faded to get up and stretch out my limbs, my back cracking a few times as I bent back. In nothing but my boxers, I walked to the window and opened it, leaning on the windowsill. A slight breeze ran through my hair, ruffling it up a bit and I closed my eyes and smiled, breathing in the fresh air. Relatively nice days like this in England were hard to find, especially in Weybridge.