Let It Rain Pennies

=Two=

His long legs lunched him father and farther ever step. While I stayed a good ten-fifteen feet behind him at all times. Then he takes a sharp turn into a side yard. I follow—which took us to the sidewalk.

My feet pounded on the ground as my body slowed down, like gears on a machine stopping.

"Could you have gone any faster?" I put my hands on my knees, huffing as I spoke.

"Probably." He clears his throat, putting his hands on his hips and quickly catches his breath.

"I hope no one saw us."

"They probably did." He starts walking to Carly's place.

We walked into a handful of middle schoolers sprawled on the couch and chair of the living room drinking Carly's parents booze.

"Omg! Hey girl!" She sits up, smiling. As she saw Sam her face fell, "And weird kid."

"Hey," he walks to the kitchen and pours himself a drink.

I run to her and whisper, "I didn't know we'd be drinking."

"What else would be we doing? Playing board games?" She laughs, "You're a baby, at least Weird Kid has some balls. Get him to pour you a scotch."

"I've already got her one," he walks in from the kitchen, holding two short and stubby glasses with just an inch of liquid in them.

"You barley put any in weird kid." James says, his black hair and blue eyes combo could make any little girl crumble. Carly laughs at his statement.

"Oh my god James," she hits his shoulder, her blonde pony tail falling behind her shoulder.

I took the glass from Sam as he says, "My dad taught me how to pour a good scotch, you guys are drinking this shit like water. Have fun getting trashed." He took a sip and sets it down.

James smiles, "What's your name kid?" He asks, his white tank top crumpled by his waist from how skinny he was.

"Sam Kiszka."

"Ohhh the twin's younger brother?"

He grimaced by the mentioning of his brothers, "yeah-"

"You don't seem that weird," James shrugs.

"You don't seem like that much of a douche...nah you're still a douche."

Carly gasps, "Sam, what the fuck?"

James thought it was funny and laughed, "You're fucking great man."

"James you're just going to let him talk to you like that?" She holds his bicep gently, her white spaghetti strap tank top showing her hot pink neon bra very easily through the thin material.

"I'm not upset, girl chillax," He rubs her thigh.

My face contorts as I  choke down some of the scotch that was in my glass. It's burning sensation going all the way to my stomach.
Sam looks my way and puts his hand on my back.

"You okay?" He asks ad everyone else talks amongst themselves.

"Yeah, I've never had scotch. And I never want to see Carly get her thigh rubbed ever again."

"Yeah me too...on the Carly thing."

I smile and nudge him with my shoulder, which he giggles at and removes his arm.
Carly noticed, Carly didn't like that.

"Guys...we should play spin the bottle." She says while staring at me.

I glance at her, a evil smirk creeping up on her face installed some sort of fear in me.