Remember Me?

eight

I sat silently in the back seat, watching as Stella drove, well over the speed limit, to Michael's fraternity house.

"Why are you speeding!" I shriek, causing her to immediately slow down.

"I don't know! Kaycee is stressing me out." Stella yells, and Kaycee sighs.

"They are gonna call the police on him because he is so drunk, he is randomly punching people he doesn't know!" Kaycee yells.

"Why are we yelling!" I whine.

"I don't know!" Stella yells, as we pulls into the fraternity's lot.

We all jump out of the car, not bothering to lock it, and make our way to the front door, stressing.

We are instantly greeted my booming music and it doesn't take long for us to spot Michael in the crowd of drunks. He is being held down by Harry and Luke has his hands on his head.

"Thank God!" Luke screams over the music, causing Harry to look at us. I feel his eyes on me for an uncomfortable amount of time, as we walk over to Michael, but I brush it off. He could've been looking at anyone, I mean, we are at a party with well over a few hundred girls.

"Follow us." Kaycee shouts, and Harry nods.

He easily drags Michael out of the ginormous house and practically throws him into Stella's car.

"Where is everyone else?" I ask, to no one in particular.

"Allie and Jennifer left awhile ago, because they were tired..." Harry tells us.

"Yeah, and I think Michael and Allie got in a fight over something, because right after Allie stormed outside with Jennifer, he started fighting everyone, literally!" Luke exclaims.

"It wasn't that bad. The people just wanted him out for the night." Harry reassures us.

"Alright then, where do we take him?" I ask.

"Do you mind taking us to my place?" Harry asks quietly.

"No problem." I answer.

"What about my car? I don't want to just leave it here!" Luke shouts.

"Follow us home." I answer bluntly.

"I am not driving. I drank tonight." Luke told me.

"Um, Stella, do you mind driving Luke because we don't want him getting arrested." I ask her.

"Okay, so we are all going to Harry's?" Kaycee asks.

"Yep." I answer.

"I'll go with Stella then." Kaycee tells me.

"Fine, be that way." I joke, rolling my eyes.

"Love you." Kaycee smiles.

"Love you." I say, blowing her a kiss, whilst laughing, making my way to my car.

Once I sit down, I notice that it is just me, Harry, and drunken Michael.

Awkward...I don't even know Harry that well. And no one can ever trust drunken Michael, no secret there.

"Do you need directions?" Harry asks me, probably noticing that we haven't left the parking lot yet.

"Um...yeah, sorry." I shrug.

"No worries. It's on Luke's street." he tell me, as I drive out of the parking area.

"Oh yeah, I know where that is."

I silently drive toward Harry's house, sitting stiffly in the driver's seat, afraid to move and make it even more awkward than it already is.

But due to my luck, I accidentally make a loud squeaky noise with the chair, which causes a cue for Harry to start speaking.

"So, how was your day?" he asks me, and I slowly relax, thinking it's useless to be tense when I already failed.

"It was alright, actually. How about you?" I ask him, noticing my voice went higher at the end of what I was saying.

"Fine, I guess. Besides the fact that Michael got us kicked out of the party." he says, rolling his eyes.

"Hmpht..." Michael mutters, his head against the window.

"That fool..." I laugh.

"He is...where are the words?" Harry jokes.

"Different?" I laugh.

"There they are." He giggles.

"Why do you have a nice laugh, mine is like a dying horse." I widen my eyes, realizing what I just said. No going back now...

"Umm..." Harry stutters, probably really confused as to why I said that.

"Sorry, I made this really awkward." I apologize, full of embarrassment.

Wait, why am I apologizing? It was awkward before I said that...

"No. It's fine....um, I think you have a nice laugh, too." he says, making me feel less uncomfortable.

"I'm here!" Michael yells, smiling like an idiot, scaring me.

"We know, buddy." Harry smiles, rolling his eyes.

"Michael, don't do that while I'm driving, you idiot." I scold him.

"It don't say it on my flannel for no reason." Michael smirks with his eyes closed.

"You aren't even wearing your flannel." Harry tells him.

"In my mind, dear Harry. In my mind I am." He mumbles, as he starts to snore.

"Like I said...different." I whisper, turning onto the street. "Which one is it?" I ask.

"Right there." Harry says, pointing to a nicely sized brick house, with dark rimmed windows.

"Wow. He had to fall asleep right when we get here." I say sarcastically, as I take the keys out of the car.

"Michael, get up." Harry says, and to my surprise, he starts to shake him. "Michael wake up!" he laughs, and I catch myself staring. I quickly look away, and step out of the car, glancing left and right too many times.

Michael groans. "Fuck you, man."

Harry looks over at me and shakes his head. "I'll bring him up. Can you knock on the door, Luke's car is already in the driveway?" Harry asks me.

"Yeah. No problem." I answer, as I approach his door.

Hey fam. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Busssssyyyyyyy! Lol anyways, I like this chapter, yet I don't. It's probably because I read it over so many times! Lol. Oh yeah! Please admit that Michael is pretty funny in his chapter. Haha, I should actually be the funny one...omg, here's a horrendous story-Target doesn't have watermelon oreos and they are in season right now, so I am upset, yet really funny. I should be upset more, so I can be funny more.

Wow this authors note is a wreck...

omg this chapter has over 1,000 words! YAHAS! Haha, I hope you had fun reading, friends. Love you. Bye! <3