I Want To See You Again

Chapter 2

Later that day, when clouds were beginning to gather in the sky to block the unforgiving sun. Phil, Rob and John freshened up and went to a nearby liquor store.

The only problem was...at liquor stores you had to be at least 18 years old to buy booze. Phil was the only one who was under 18. Both John and Rob were 18 and Phil was 16.

"You guys get in, I'll wait for you here," Phil said as he buried his hands on his pockets.
"What?" Rob asked. "No. You're coming in with us," John said.

"I'm under eighteen, you guys." Phil looked at John and Rob separately.
"Phil, we are the ones buying. So come in with us and stop being a little virgin girl from college," Rob said.

"Okay, fine, if you'll stop calling me that," Phil finally agreed. "I hate you guys," he added.

"Pssh, yeah, right. As if you mean it," Rob said as he threw his arm around Phil's shoulders. "I do mean it," Phil glared. "Yeah. We love you, too, buddy," John said as he prodded Phil.

They walked in the liquor store, feeling the chills making itself comfortable on their skin.
They all sighed in relief and began walking around scanning prices of each pack of booze.

"The line's long," Rob said. "Why is there only one cashier in a liquor store?" Phil asked.
"Maybe the other one took a break, there are usually two cashiers around here," John said.

"Oh, look at this Gin, let's take it," Rob said with excitement. John grabbed it and checked for the alcohol percentage in it and handed it to Phil afterwards. "Yeah, it will work pretty great."

"We'll take two 24s of beers and two more bottles, right?" John asked.

"Yeah, I thi--"
Rob was cut short from his sentence by Phil.

"Wait." Phil made a gesture with his hands. "Two 24s? Isn't that like 48 beers?"
"Yeah, right. Good math," Rob said sarcastically.

"How many of us will be at the party?" Phil asked. "Don't worry, we'll invite like 10 people. Your swimming pool is big enough to fit 10 people," John said.

"Well, you're not wrong," Phil chuckled. "Yeah, so relax," Rob said.

They went to the fridge and took plenty of beers that made a number of 48 in total. "Phil, call your dad and tell him to come and fetch us," Rob said.

"Man, this trolley is full," Rob laughed.
Phil called his dad and he agreed to fetch them.

John : I have an idea.

Rob : What?

John : We will only take out 24 beers for the party and keep the other 24 for us.

Rob : Okay. Are you forgetting that we will be like 10?

John : Exactly, we'll tell others to bring their own booze.

Phil : That's cheeky.

"Let's go to the line, it's no long anymore," Rob said.

They walked to the line. Minutes later, it was their time to pay. John swiped his credit card and paid for the booze. John and Rob were carrying backpacks, they didn't need too many plastics-- plus, Phil's father was on his way.

"You small boys hosting a party?" The cashier asked with an attitude, chewing her gum exasperatingly. She looked to be around 40 something, she had a beautiful face but not a good attitude. It was either that or she was tired/fed up of working alone with plenty of customers coming in.

"Yeah, plus your daughter's invited," Rob said as John laughed. "Stop being so rude," Phil said.

Phil saw his father's car parking in the parking lot, through the window. "Here he is, forget about plastics," Phil said. "Give me this bag since it's already packed. I'll drop this booze at the car and come pack for another one," John said as he took Rob's backpack with booze.

John left his empty backpack with Phil to pack booze and walked out of the liquor store and straight to Mr. Cole's car. Mr. Cole saw him coming and rolled down his window. "Please open up the trunk," John asked.

Mr. Cole opened up the trunk for John-- John opened his backpack and placed the booze in it and closed it. "Kid, don't get my son drunk," Mr. Cole said with a glare.

"I won't," John chuckled. John walked to the liquor store. "What took you so long," Phil asked. "Come on. Let's go," John said as he packed the remaining two packs. "Phil, carry that. They're not heavy," Rob said. "Yeah."

They walked out to Phil's father's car and they got in. "Phil, at a liquor store, seriously?" Mr. Cole laughed. "I thought you were going to be mad."

"I'm not mad at you. Have fun if you must, son." Mr. Cole roared the car engine to life and drove off. "So, what kind of party will you boys be having?"

"It's a swimming pool party," Phil said with joy on his face.
Phil was both shocked and excited that his father was not mad at him that he was going to host a party at his house.

"Okay. Nobody inside the house!" Mr. Cole insisted. "You can trust us on that, sir," Rob said. "Yes, I can trust you two but not John," he said.

They arrived at Phil's house and took all the booze to the house and put it in the fridge.
"Where's mom?" Phil asked.

"She's asleep, I told her that we'll be going to a hotel tonight and we won't be sleeping as we'll be having fun all night," Mr. Cole said as he made an indication of sex with his hands.

"Dad! Eww..." Phil grimaced. "Shhh."
John and Rob laughed softly.

Phil, John and Rob went by the swimming pool and they all took off their clothes and jumped in. "Warming up for tomorrow," Rob said as they all laughed.

"Phil, go to the house and take one bottle and three glasses. Since Rob and I will be sleeping here, we'll go and take our clothes that we'll change into," John said.

"Wait, you guys will sleep here?" Phil asked. "Yeah."
Rob climbed off the pool. "Where are you going?" John asked.

"Let's go and fetch our clothes now rather than later, bro," he said.

"Yeah, you're right," John said as he also got out of the pool.