Dramatic Summer Love Story

Midnight Adventures

As my bag lands on the floor of Chloe's bedroom, it rattles beside Penny's bag.
"I'm so excited!" Chloe exclaims.
"This will be fun." I smile and slump myself on the bed at the feet of the girls I'm having a sleepover with. "Where do we start?"
"Movie," Penny suggests.
"Sounds good," I say and Chloe nods.
We all sit under blankets on Chloe's queen-size bed, in front of the bed is a TV and Chloe gets up the remote and turns it on, she goes on the Disney plus and we scroll through movies for what seems like a long time but is just about fifteen minutes.
"What about this one, '10 Things I Hate About You'?" Chloe asks.
"Sure," Penny answers and I shrug and nod.
The movie starts and Chloe offers us some snacks from the drawers on her bed, I take a black Doritos bag and they take chips from me. The movie turns out to be one I've seen but forgot about, but it was fine.
The movie finally finishes and what has turned into a small tradition in a sleepover with me and Chloe is that we go bake something in the middle of the night, so that is what is next on the agenda.
We bake chocolate chip cookies and we make a mess with everything we touch in the kitchen, finally, the cookies are baked and we have cleaned up after ourselves.
"You know what we should do?" Chloe asks when we walk with the cookies into her bedroom.
"What?"
"I know what," Penny says smirking.
"We should go outside and have a bit of fun."
"Ahhh." I realize they want to get drunk like we did the last few times only we were having a sleepover. "I'm down."
"Hell yeah, I am," Penny says.
"Okay, go get dressed to go outside, I'm going to get some alcohol from my stash."
We get our outerwear and bring it to Chloe's room, we then get dressed and Chloe brings three bottles of something, she then joins us in her outerwear, we sneak out of the house through Chloe's bedroom window. Chloe then hands us each a bottle of alcohol she brought and we start walking to the football field in our town.
We sit down in the middle of it and I'm the first to lay back to look at the stars while thinking about the other times we did this, the first time we were fourteen only we didn't get drunk then we just walked around and felt the thrill of doing something we weren't allowed to do. The second time we had one bottle of vodka and some spray cans, we ended up a bit drunk each and did a few masterpieces around the town. The third time we just brought drinks like this time and got drunk, so this is the fourth time we did this.
I sit back up and take a big sip from the bottle I have in my hand, the alcohol burns my throat but when I take the next sip it turns into a pleasurable feeling. We sit on the field for probably half an hour just drinking and barely talking. I get kind of bored when the effect of the alcohol reaches my head and I feel good while being buzzed, I pull at the grass between my fingers and look up at the stars I love watching.
Because we're quiet it doesn't take us long to realize and hear what's happening when we hear footsteps, a lot of footsteps, in the back of my mind I know that many cops wouldn't be getting drunk teenagers but them not being cops might be much worse so I jump up and tell Chloe and Penny to run and someone's coming.
We are all on our feet and I am the first to start running but I'm kind of unsteady on my feet so I fall behind them but I don't let it bother me but I just keep running.
Chloe looks behind her. "Come on!" She calls to me and distracts me so my ankle twists on a rock that was in the grass and I fall to my side with pain shooting up and down my leg and my bottle of alcohol breaking beside me. A yelp escapes my mouth and the girls stop running wondering if they should continue or go help me, I don't tell them to do either thing because I want both.
I hear the footsteps that were behind us now jog up to me and the girls give up and come to us.
"Fuck." I mumble. Through my teary eyes, I see Thomas standing over me and his friends walking to us a bit away. Chloe is now standing beside Thomas and Penny is crouched beside me not knowing how to encourage me or something like that. Chloe and Thomas start talking and they whisper something to each other so I can't hear what they're saying, I want to get up from the grass. I try to prop myself up on my elbows but Penny tells me not to stand up, so I don't just sit up.
The people with Thomas finally reach us and it's Gabe, Sam and Martina, and Timothy her boyfriend. Luckily for Chloe, Aaron who is sometimes with them isn't here now. I see Gabe hold a football, they were just going to play and the others have beers in hand. They all stand around me making a circle.
"Will somebody get me up?" I say kind of angrily because they are just watching me sit on the grass.
Sam comes to me and leans down, he puts his arm under mine and we slowly stand up, at first I stand on one foot but I decide to try the other one. I put it on the grass and shift my weight onto it, I cringe at the pain and a moan escapes my mouth.
"I'm going to take her to the clinic," Thomas says and approaches me and Sam who holds me up. Instead of doing like Sam does and helping me walk to the car, he takes me up so he holds me like a bride.
"Why are you taking her?" Chloe asks and emphasizes the 'you'.
"Well, all of the others are drunk along with her so none of you can go and we can't call her dad can we?" Thomas says.
"Fine." Chloe gives up.
Thomas holds me and I wrap my arms around his neck while he walks, I try to keep my foot limp but when I bob up and down with the steps he takes I discover that keeping it tense is much better so I do that all while my nose gets invaded with the smell of him, at first I want to drown myself in it but I mentally scold myself and try to be neutral towards the smell that belongs to Thomas.
We reach his car and he helps me sit down in the passenger seat I'm becoming familiar with, don't know if it's too familiar but not yet I think and I'm not hating it if I'm supposed to be honest. He closes the door for me and walks to the other side to get in himself, I look back at our friends, or more my friends and then his friends, they have started to play some football but since they're all intoxicated the game is clumsy and silly. Thomas starts the car and drives away so I turn my head back to the road.
"How are you?" He asks.
"I'm fine I guess, I feel kind of embarrassed after that and my ankle hurts, along with my hands," I say and look down at them resting in my lap.
"Let me see." He reaches for one of my hands when we stop. He lifts it and examines the small injuries on the palm after it collided with the grass, small stones, and maybe some broken glass after the bottle fell and broke. "Nothing severe." He says, and I'm not sure if it was more to me or himself.
"I know but it still almost kind of burns." I put my hand back in my lap as he returns his hand to the steering wheel and continues to drive.
"I know." He repeats. "What about you're ankle? Do you think it's broken or just sprained?"
"I honestly think it's nothing, maybe a little sprain. Do we really have to go to the clinic?" I say realizing I don't want to go.
"Yeah, we do, I want to make sure it's just a sprain."
"I don't see the point I know the feeling of getting my foot sprained and this is that feeling."
"Can you shut up and let me take you to the clinic." He says obviously annoyed by me talking and trying to get away from going to check out my foot.
"What if they realize I'm drunk?" I ask.
"I don't know," Thomas says and turns into the parking lot.
"Do you think they'll call the cops or something?"
"No." He unbuckles and gets out. Is ugh and he walks over to me, I open my mouth to talk but he's first to begin. "Quit it, now come on." He helps me out of the car and tells me to hook my arms around his neck and I do but I don't allow him to sweep me off my feet.
"You're not going to carry me here," I say closer to his face than I've ever been.
"Why not?" He asks and doesn't know whereto to put his hands so he ends up holding my arms that are draped around his neck, I look up at him, he's slightly taller than me, his eyes have always been beautiful, they're colored blue and he had dark eyelashes so long that most girls would want them, his eyebrows also help to make his eyes the dominant feature of his face.
"Because I'm either going to limp into there," I point to the clinic, "or you're going to help me walk not holding me though." I let my arms fall to my sides and begin to slowly limp to the entrance, Thomas stands at first to think but comes over to me on the side of my hurt foot and puts his arm under mine, and we walk into the clinic. The nurse on shift looks up as we walk in through the door, it looks to be a quiet night and so we easily get to see the doctor. The nurse walks us to a room where we are told to wait for a second and we do, on the patient chair I lay back and prop my foot up.
"I have a question," Thomas says. "When we were on the football field why did you run when you noticed us?"
"I was the first to hear you and I honestly thought you were the cops and so we ran when I think about it now I know you weren't and couldn't have been because you were too many to be cops trying to catch teenagers drinking." I smile and look at the ceiling, Thomas laughs and I look at him and the corner of his lips that turn upward and at the small wrinkles that appear around his eyes. Stop. I can't, not him, I've had feelings for too long and I'd probably overestimate him in any sort of a relationship, which is unlikely to happen either way but no, just stop.
He must have noticed some change in me because he asks what.
"Nothing, just hurting a little," I say and that's when the doctor opens the door and comes in.
"Good evening, or should I say almost morning?" He smiles even though he's working the graveyard shift, this tells me that this will be kind of an obnoxious doctor. The doctor sits down and his name tag reads Dr. Elliott. "What do we have here?" He then asks as he puts on gloves and slides over to me on his chair.
"We think she may have sprained it." Thomas quickly answers. Is he dumb? If he keeps answering like this and especially for me, the doctor might think there's something bad going on between us, I glare at him but he doesn't look at me, he looks at the doctor who looks at me and I repeat what Thomas said.
"Okay, do you feel pain?" Elliott asks as he turns my foot in all directions, I wince as he does so to answer him and he stops. "I want to take a scan of your foot to make sure it's not broken and just a sprain." He tells us and he is now serious not goofy, maybe he isn't so bad after all. He then tells us we're going into another room where the scanner is and so Thomas helps me down from the bed and we walk slowly following him to the hallway.
"In here, Wilson, the nurse will be with you in a second," Elliott says and closes the door leaving us to wait.
"Let me sit," I say when Thomas sits down in the only normal chair here.
"No, I sat down first."
"Well, I might have a broken foot. I need the seat more than you."
"No, you don't."
"Fuck off," I say and sit down on him barely registering that I'm sitting on him.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asks me.
"You wouldn't give me the seat so now you're my new seat."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
He sighs and if my weight wouldn't stop him he would be likely to lean back in the chair but he doesn't have the space to do that with me on top of him. The arms on the chair are small and uncomfortable so Thomas rests one of his hands on my thigh, I try not to let it have any effect on me which isn't easy.
The door opens and Thomas thinks I'm going to jump up so he tries to wriggle and make him comfortable but I don't budge, his hips moving mine when he moves. The nurse that comes in and closes the door turns to us expect8ng something else than she finds and so she stares at us for a second before starting her sentence.
"Miss Blake, can you join me upon the bench?" She looks kind of flustered but I'm not sure.
"Sure." I push myself up with the arms of the chair and Thomas is finally able to get comfortable. I hop on the bench and turn so I can lay down, the nurse takes my sock off and places my foot in a good position to take the x-ray picture. A few seconds later she takes the picture and then two other pictures from other angles, she takes us back to the original room we were in and leaves us there, by then I'm becoming very tired.
"I want to go to sleep." I sigh in the seat beside him in front of doctor Elliott's desk.
"Yeah." Thomas answers.
We stay quiet until the door opens again and Elliott comes in empty-handed which I would take as a good sign. He sits down behind the desk and clasps his hands together. "I have very good news, you don't have a broken foot but you are badly sprained."
"Okay, that's great," I say thinking we're done right now.
"What does that mean though?" Thomas asks.
"It barely means anything, she just has to take it easy especially on her sprained foot, she also after it might get better she might feel that she did get sprained for a long time," Elliott explains to Thomas things I did kind of already know.
"Okay, is there anything else?" I ask.
"No." Elliott smiles.
"Okay great, thank you," I say and stand up carefully, Thomas gets his arm under mine, and we walk out of the room and then clinic and into Thomas' car.
"Thanks," I mumble as Thomas gets into the driver's seat.
"For what?" He asks.
"For helping me and staying with me just being with me basically."
"It was nothing."
"Yeah, still you could've been with your friends or at home, maybe sleeping or even something else and you chose to be with me and not even complain about it so you deserve and thank you, which I am giving you."
"I don't want it." Thomas answers and we turn away from the clinic.
"Thomas will you please just say 'no problem' and not argue with me, I'm not up for it."
He looks over to me when he's supposed to be looking at the road, he seems to assess my expression and tone. "Fine," he gives up. "No problem for doing something that shouldn't warrant a thank you."
Instead of arguing with him, I smack his shoulder, I lean back to the window and rest my head on it while we drive through our town.
"Where are you going?" I ask when I notice we aren't going to Chloe's but my house.
"I'm driving you home."
"No, I'm staying with Chloe tonight."
"Okay." He answers and we turn around and drive to her house.
We pull up her driveway and stop.
I close my eyes being so tired and I don't want to go outside, for two reasons, I'm too tired and hurting to do anything and I don't want to leave Thomas's presence. Fuck me, I can't allow myself to think this way.
"Tay are you okay?" Thomas asks and he has leaned forward and in my direction, his hand is on my elbow and his face wears a worried expression.
I try to smile a bit but it isn't a very convincing smile I'm sure of. "I'm fine." I open the car door and get out. "Thank you again," I say and shut it, I walk up to Chloe's front door and I don't knock but walk in, surprisingly the door is actually open, and as I carefully close the door I see Thomas back out of the driveway.
I tiptoe into Chloe's room and when I get in I see that Chloe and Penny are back and fast asleep. I undress and get into pajamas before hopping in bed with them and closing my eyes falling asleep almost immediately.