"You're home late" my mom said as I entered the house.
"Sorry, I went out with a friend to see a movie" I said hanging my coat on the rack just inside the kitchen.
"Did you forget curfew?"
"No, that's why it's 8:45 and I'm home" I defended myself quickly.
"A phone call next time?" She stopped folding the clothes and looked at me seriously.
"Yeah mom, I'm sorry" I kissed her on a the cheek and made my way to my room.
I kicked my shoes off and turned my radio on as I passed it.
Clairvoyant by the story so far filled my room and I pulled a pair of sweatpants from a shelf on my wall and changed into them.
I plugged in the Christmas lights I had strung up in my turquoise room a few months back and sat on my bed to catch up on my English homework.
Reading The Great Gatsby wasn't one of my many interests. But unfortunately senior year had to be completed.
I absentmindedly read the first few chapters I had missed while listening to a mix cd Cat had made me. Paying more attention to the music than to the words of the book. After 15 minutes of desperately trying to get into it, I set the book down and picked up my guitar. If I wasn't going to study, might as well practice something.
A knock at my window scared me and I looked at the time 1:30.
I froze in the middle of my room, trying to decide whether to go open it or not.
Why not?
I opened the large window to Michael smirking.
"Hey"
"Um hi?"
I laughed as he climbed his way into my room.
"Want to see something cool?" He asked in a funny voice.
"Sure?" I sat down on the edge of my bed.
Michael waved his hand in front of me quickly, causing me to flinch.
"Did you see it?"
"Your hand? Yeah I saw it"
He began to wave his hand in front of me, laughing excitedly.
"Alright shhh" I said between laughs "what's up with you?" I grabbed his hand and pushed his hand away from my face
"Well one, you keep holding my hand" he say down on the floor.
"You can sit on my bed"
"I don't think I can make it up there"
I could tell he was high by his relaxed tone of voice and half open eyes.
"Do anything fun tonight?" I moved to the floor and sat down next to him.
"I went to the movies, with my friends, then I went to the movies again and sat in the same spot. And I may have smoked some weed" he laughed and put his hand on my leg.
"I'm so sorry Chris please don't hate me for it" he was suddenly concerned.
"Michael why would I hate you?" I looked him in the eyes.
He looked upset but then his face slowly changed and he began to laugh, moving to my ear to whisper
"Because I smoked pot"
"I don't care" I shrugged.
"Oh"
"One second, stay right there"
I hopped off of my bed and lifted the mattress, revealing a hollowed out square. I grabbed the in case of emergencies bottle of vodka and set the mattress back down.
Michael gasped, causing me to laugh.
I unscrewed the top and took a swig, then handed it to him
He smiled and took a sip
We repeated in silence, taking turns drinking while sitting across from each other not saying anything.
20 minutes in and I was kind of gone, but Michael was way past it.
He laid onto his back, sprawled out on the floor, pulling me down with him
I laid beside him and we both looked up at the ceiling.
"Those lights are nice" he said after a few minutes
"Yeah, I thought so" I slurred
He turned his head and looked me in the eyes
"I want to kiss you" he squinted his eyes
"Wow you're really stoned" I shook my head
"Not that stoned"
"Michael you don't want to kiss me"
"And whys that missy"
"Because just trust me"
"Chris I'm not kidding"
I turned over onto me side and tried to piece my jumbled thoughts together
I wanted to kiss him too, and I wasn't that drunk, was that bad?
"Michael what's my name?"
"Kelsey"
I laughed and shook my head
"If I kiss you, you won't remember"
"That's okay" he shrugged and picked at a loose thread on the carpet "just remind me in the morning"
He pointed at me and smiled
I shook my head and smiled at him, then I stood up
"Goodnight Michael"
"I have to leave?"
"Did you drive?"
"No"
I threw him a pillow and my comforter off of my bed.
"How'd you get here?"
"Ash was driving by so I made him drop me off here I think" he settled in the make shift bed "or maybe I walked"
"Ahh, goodnight"
"Night Chris, thanks for that kiss" his words jumbled together and I could tell he was getting tired.
"Sure thing" I replied as I turned off the lights.
