~The drive~ Bob Floyd

TEN P1

Bobby and I never fought, but if we did, it was usually about stupid things. Except for this time.

We were sitting in Bob's truck outside a barn where someone was having a party. It took a lot of begging to get him to come with me, but here we are, at the party, almost at least.
"Bern, I- I don't know anybody in there. Why don't I pick you up in a couple of hours?" He asks, looking over at me as I stare off into space
"Robert, that's what the parties for... to get to know them! I know this may be a little out of your comfort zone, but I want you to meet them. Please?" I say while giving him my stupidly cute puppy dog eyes.
"Okay, okay, fine." He says before being my lips to his.

As we walked into the barn, the loud music started to make my ears buzz, and it reeked of cheap liquor. I grab Bobby's hand and walk through the crowd over to some of my friends. "Hey, guys. This is Bob, my boyfriend." I say proudly. As the numerous "Hey"s trickle in, I turn to Bobby to see a slight pink to his cheeks.

"I'm gonna go get us a drink, okay?" He says nervously before slipping away. I meaninglessly chatted with people I barely knew before a large figure stood in front of me. Not Bobby, but Bennett. Bennett Jones was an ex. If you could even call it that. He was obsessed with me, and it got weird, so I dumped him.
"Can I help you, Bennett?" I ask, trying to stay polite.
"Where's your boy toy?" He says, looking around for someone he will find shortly.
"Robert is getting me a drink," I say, correcting his gross nickname.
"Too bad, I already got you one." He says, sticking his hand out with a red cup. I look inside the cup to see what he got for me and see that there are literally pieces of pills in the drink. Dumbass.
"Are you trying to date-rape me, Bennett?" I ask sternly, trying not to make a scene. Bob then appears behind me with drinks in his hands, looking confused about who is standing before me.
"You fucking bitch." Bennett says as he dumps the drugged drink on Bob. Before I can register what I'm doing, I punch Bennett and say, " Don't ever talk to me again, you sicko. You're a dead man Bennett Jones. Deadman."

I look over to Bob to see him covered in some brown liquid that reeked of watered-down beer. I take his hand and walk outside.
"Are you okay?" I ask softly.
"Am I okay? I should be asking you that. You just punched a guy." He giggles.
"Yeah, well. Things happen. Let's get me home so I can help you get the beer smell out of your hair, so your momma doesn't have a cow." I say before walking towards the car.
"Alrighty"-

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Hey, beautiful! This is the first half(maybe) of this lil chapter. I hope y'all like it!