Words of Promise

NEW SOUTH WALES, AUSTRALIA

(MATT'S POV)

"Where the f*ck are we?" Carter screamed into a garbage can. There are different drinking laws in Australia and Carter is very drunk.

"We'll call a cab or something, just calm down," I said.

"NO!" Carter yelled. "I'M GONNA SHOOT A KOALA IF THE POLICE DON'T TELL US WHERE WE ARE!"

I rolled my eyes. "It's like you've never had alcohol before. Are you okay?"

And just like that, Carter burst into tears. "I've never drunken anything other than juice," he wept.

In a way, we were lost. No one was around, just me and Carter. It was pitch black and we weren't near the road or anything. We were in a forest, so Carter might've scared the crap out of a couple koalas.

"OH MY GOD," Carter screamed. "KOALA SH*T!" I looked in his direction and he shoved his shoe in my face. I gagged at the smell. "It could be any animal's, not just koalas, you know," I said, trying to calm him down. "Those d*mn koalas are trying to ruin us, Espinosa!" he said, throwing his hands in the air.

I sighed and took my phone out. I had no signal, still. "C'mon Carter, let's keep walking. Maybe we'll find someone that can help us," I said.

"Asqworfneskpwj!" Carter slurred. "What?" I asked. "There's no one for centuries!" Carter yelled. "You mean miles," I corrected. "Get me a toilet, I need to p*ss," he replied. "Sure, we can't find a single human being but I can get you a toilet," I said, bitterly. Drunk Carter was getting on my nerves.

Carter and I walked around, hoping to find some sort of clue as to where our hotel would be, or at least a bus. "Wait... See that?" I asked him. "A koala?" he asked. I sighed. "You're hopeless. Follow me," I said.

Carter stumbled after me and soon we were at the edge of the road. "Finally," I sighed with relief. I waited for cars to pass by and when we saw some, we waved frantically at them. "IS MILEY CYRUS IN ONE OF THOSE CARS, MATT?" Carter squealed. "Absolutely," I said, rolling my eyes.

Finally, a grey car stopped. "Hey, could you take us to Radisson Blu Plaza Hotel?" I asked. "We're totally lost."

"Sure, it's about a mile down this road," the lady in the car said with a strong Wales accent. "Thanks," I smiled, sliding in, followed by Carter.

"I'm Matt and this is my friend Carter. We're comedians," I said to her. "We're staying at the hotel for a gig."

"I see!" the lady said. "That's very cool. My name's Cindy, an I'm just tryna get by, ah guess." Her accent was so awesome.

Soon we got to the hotel. "Thank you so much," I said, glad Carter didn't say something rude or embarrassing to her. "Bye, pretty lady!" he yelled after her car. Guess I was wrong.

We got inside and went to our room to get showered up and ready for bed. Carter just collapsed on the bed and conked out. I headed to the bathroom to check out my reflection. From the waist down, I was covered in mud. My arms had scratches on them. I tried to process what happened, but I couldn't quite remember...

I was at a party and the next thing I knew, I was in the woods. The party had drinks, which both Carter and I tried (Okay, Carter didn't just sample them, but I drank responsibly). And then there were these strippers which blindfolded me and Carter with their lack of clothing and we played a bunch of drinking games. But how did we get in the woods?

I hopped in the shower and cleaned off the mud and examined my scratches. They weren't too bad, but I knew they came from branches. Maybe I fell into a shallow lake or something and hit a tree on the way down? Questions tomorrow, sleep now. I changed into a fresh t-shirt and boxers and slipped into the other bed which was nice and clean unlike Carter's muddy bed with obvious remnants of alcohol consumption (He p*ssed himself). I decided to be a good friend and take off his shoes and roll him over long enough to put a towel underneath his lower region.

What else are friends for?

(CARTER'S POV)

I woke up and felt like crap. I smelt like crap. I probably looked like crap, too. I got out of bed and got undressed, then noticing I was covered in head to toe in what looked like crap. Was I crap?

All I remember from last night was the party. Matt and I went to a wild party with tons of hot Australian girls who all knew who we were. But I don't remember any details. I got in the shower and washed off my filth. The hotel soap wasn't enough to make the smell disappear completely, but it helped a little. I then looked in the mirror. I jumped back about a foot. Huge gashes were on my leg, arm, and face. Did I get kidnapped? Was Matt okay? I ran out of the bathroom to see Matt getting dressed and ready.

"Matt what the hell happened to us?" I asked him.

"No clue," he replied, probably being honest. We were both drunk as f*ck at that party. He turned around and widened his eyes at me. "Carter. You're naked," he said.

"Yeah I know," I said, going back into the bathroom to get a towel.

"We'll talk about what we know over breakfast," Matt said. "For now, get some clothes on."