Chapter 11
-after the movie-
Damn okay that movie actually wasn't that bad for being made so long ago.
"I'm thirsty..." Jeff states and gets up from the couch. I watch him walk over to the kitchen and look for something. He goes through all the cabinets until he opens a pair of big doors and stops, looking around.
"Woah! They have a lot of alcohol." He exclaims opening a wine cellar. "Andyyy come here." He calls for me across the room.
"No, underage drinking is bad." I state, refusing to go over to the wine cellar.
"Come on, let's just have some fun!" He walks over behind the couch with a bottle of some sort of alcohol, trying to get me to agree.
He jostles the bottle around, "Just for tonight, please Andyyy." Dammit why does he say my name like that, it sounds so nice. You know what, I'm almost eighteen it wouldn't hurt if I have a little bit of alcohol.
I stand up on the couch and take the bottle out of his hand and take a chug out of it. It's bitter and it makes my chest feel warm, but it feels good.
"That's my Andy." Jeff says proudly as he gets up onto the couch, standing next to me. He then takes the bottle back and takes a chug out of it himself. "You go get your own." He tells me, did he not learn how to share?
I punch him lightly in the stomach so that he loses grip of the bottle and I take it back. "Hah, are you ticklish or something?" I laugh at his quickness to lose grip of the bottle.
"No!" He lunges for me in revolt, pinning me down onto the couch. The bottle is knocked out of my hands and onto the white carpet. Well shit, that's gonna leave a stain.
I notice the position that we're in and get flustered. "I, uh, think I need another drink."
Jeff takes a second to comprehend what I said before shaking his head and getting off me."Yeah me too." He chuckles and walks back over to the wine cellar.
This time I followed him to it. It's way bigger than I expected. Less of a cellar and more like a giant closet. I grab a bottle of what I presume to be wine, and use a bottle opener to pop it open. Jeff does the same.
"Here's to your first breaking and entering." Jeff looks me in the eyes and holds up his bottle in a toast. I look back at him and clank my bottle with his. We then both take a sip, I like this.
-a few moments later-
"And so I told him, I don't care about your stupid offer anymore! And I left." Jeff reminisces loudly as we're lying on the floor of the living room of the house that isn't ours. We also have rock music blasting from a speaker that isn't ours either.
"So cool." I reply laughing, drunk out of my mind, just like Jeff.
"Yep, usually when I leave I come back after a day, but not this time. This time I met you and haven't been bored enough to return!" He exclaims and grabs the bottle taking another sip.
"I must be really special then." I smirk.
Jeff suddenly changes the subject, "Earlier you asked me if I was ticklish, but are you?" He turns his head to me awaiting a response.
"No comment." Is all I say. That's all he needed to hear to start attacking me with his hands.
"AHH" I laughed rolling around on the floor, knocking into the furniture. "Jeff...quit!" I gasped out words in between laughs. He stopped for a second and so I tickled him back in return.
"NOOO" This time he was the one laughing crazily. He was smiling even bigger than before and he was kicking everything, like the table is across the room now. I start to laugh at his reaction to being tickled and before I knew it we we're both convulsing with laughter.
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