the summer after eighth grade year was supposed to be exciting for carmen. however, one night changes everything for her. in a way she would never expect
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Carmen looked at herself in the mirror, admiring her outfit. She wanted to look her best for Kevin's party. She wore a tight floral top, along with her bell bottom jeans. She had her hair straightened, framing her face perfectly.
After picking up Slater, the three made their way to Pickford's house, excitement bouncing throughout the car. The three of them got out of the car, making their way up the driveway. They see Kevin's mom lifting a suitcase into the trunk of her car. "Hey Mrs. Pickford," Pink greets.
"Hey kids, you here to see Kevin?" She slammed the trunk shut, turning to smile at the teenagers.
"No we actually came here to see you," Pink said smoothly.
Mrs. Pickford shook her head, making Carmen laugh. "I bet you're glad school's out, aren't ya?" The three nodded, making the older woman smile.
"We got our report cards today," Slater added.
"And how'd you do?"
"Straight A's."
"Both of you?" She looks between the two boys. Slater nods at her.
"Just kidding," Pink said with a smile. "So, you're going on a trip, huh?"
"Just for the weekend."
"Oh. Are you taking Kev with you?"
"No, he's staying here." Pink nods at her. "He's up in his room, go on in." The three made their way into the house, wearing smug looks on their faces. They made their way up the stairs and down the hall into Pickford's room.
Michelle is sat on a beanbag chair, a joint between her fingers. Kevin is sat beside her, staring off into space. As his bedroom door opened, he turned over his attention, Pink, Carmen, and Slater entering his view. "Hey guys." Pink closed the door, making sure to lock it behind him. Carmen and Slater sit on the small couch, their legs pressed together. Pink comes and joins them, making himself comfy on a chair.
Michelle passed the joint to Kevin, placing it between his lips. He grabbed a green lighter from the table, lighting it up. He inhaled the smoke, letting it fill his lungs. He sighed as he exhaled, creating a cloud of smoke in the air. "Sample the goods. Fifteen bucks." He passed a bag of pot to Slater, who happily took it from him.
Slater turned to Carmen, "You got any money, man?" She shook her head, a nervous laugh leaving her lips. He then turned to Pink, "Can you spot me ten? I'll pay you like Tuesday and shit. Thank you." Pink passed a few bills to Pickford, making Slater grin.
"Will you actually pay him back?" Carmen asked with a laugh. Slater just winked at her as he tucked the bag in his pocket.
A knock on the door interrupts their session. "Who is it?" Kevin asked as he hid his lighter under a pillow.
"Kevin, I think you need to come out here for a minute," his mom said from the other side of the door.
"Hide this." He passed the joint to Carmen, who squashed the flame in the ashtray. She then tucked it under a cushion and hands what left of the joint to Slater. "Ah, man, it reeks in here." Pickford grabbed a can of air freshener, quickly spraying it all around the room.
"Kevin, there's someone out here who says he needs to talk to you."
"What about?"
"Go get the door, man," Pink loudly whispered.
Slater is still holding the joint, making Carmen bite down on her nails. "Slater, lose it," Michelle said. He tucked it away, making everyone in the room feel a little more at ease.
Kevin unlocked his bedroom door, opening it to see his parents standing in the hallway. Based on their expressions, he can tell they're not happy. "Hey Dad, Ma. What's up?" He leaned against the door frame, trying to keep his cool.
"Did you order kegs of beer?" His dad asked in a displeased tone.
"No."
"Well there's a fella in a beer truck out on the street saying you did." Kevin felt his blood run cold, but he tried his best not to let it show.
"Oh really?" His dad nodded at him. "Just a sec." He tried to shut the door, but his dad stopped it with his hand. The rest of the teens stay in their spots, avoiding eye contact with Kevin's parents. Kevin made his way to the window, looking out. A white beer truck is parked in the street, a man standing beside it with a clipboard. "Shit!" He turned to look at his dad. "That guy said I ordered a keg of beer?"
"Yeah. He said it was to be delivered to the Pickford residence."
"This address?"
"This address."
"That's kinda funny," he said with a chuckle, "I guess I ought to go out there and see what's going on."
"Yeah, I think you better." Kevin left the room, leaving the rest of the teens alone with his father. "Do you kids know anything about a party here tonight?" They all shook their head no, making him let out a sigh.
After Mr. Pickford left the room, the teens made their way to the window. They could see Kevin talking to the beer delivery guy, who looks very confused. "It would be a shame to let all that beer go to waste," Slater said, breaking the silence. Carmen can't help but laugh.
Soon enough, Kevin is back in his room, a disappointed look on his face. "What a fucker," he mumbled under his breath.
"So does that mean no party?" Slater asked. All of them turn their heads, looking at him with an unamused expression.
