The Secrets Of Journey Reynolds

Chapter 7: "It's a 'get drunk' party missy."

It's been two weeks since the funeral. My grandmother's been getting better, and so have I.

I started school again last week. Terrace has been asking how we're doing almost every day, he's a sweet man when he's not high. We haven't kissed since the day my grandfather died, I guess the moment just hasn't been right.

It was Saturday night, 12:26am. I was on the couch watching tv alone when my phone started ringing, I didn't know this caller. I picked up around the second ring, "hello?" I answered, confused why someone was calling me at almost 12:30.

"Hey! Dudes she picked up the phone!" They were yelling through the phone, apparently surprised to hear from me.

"Uh who is this?" I asked, extremely confused now.

I heard laughing from more than one person then shuffling as if the phone was being handed off, "aye! Look who's up late!" It was now Terrance on the phone. He was speaking with laughter littered all over his voice.

"Are you drunk?" I asked, it was a good guess.

He laughed uncontrollably, "lil bit."

I couldn't help but laugh along, "what do you need Terrance?"

"Let me think...hmmm...guys! What do we need?" I heard muffled voices over the phone and after a few minutes he came back, "we need," he paused for a moment, "a woman and more whiskey!"

"No women at your 'get high' party huh?" I asked sarcastically with a slight laugh.

"For your information it's a 'get drunk' party missy," he answered awfully serious.

I laughed, "so you need a girl at this party?"

"Yes."

There was shuffling again, more forceful now, "and whiskey!" Another unfamiliar voice shouted.

I sighed, "you guys are drunk enough it sounds like, and I don't even know where you are."

Terrance's voice replied with a deep, quiet, seriousness, "our first kiss," then he hung up.

I sighed and tried to remember the way to the abandoned strip mall, once I did I turned off the tv and tip-toed to my room.

I put on an outfit that I found appropriate to wear around a number of drunk teenage boys: a black crop-top, high-waisted, torn, black skinny jeans, and heels that were ankle high boots with chains on the sides. I wore multiple rings and a choker. My makeup was as usual, dark eyeshadow, black eyeliner, dark red lipstick, and of course, my hair was its normal wavy.

Once I was finished getting ready, I went to the kitchen quietly, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and made my way to the basement.

I pushed the piano bench to the window and opened the window. I placed the whiskey on the grass then climbed out of the window with some struggling.

When I actually started walking there I remembered the directions clearer, and the memories. Something is bound to happen, I remembered and smiled, something did happen.

I arrived and could hear laughter and bottles clashing from the back of the buildings. As I turned the corner, I saw a few candles in the center and five teenage boys that were Terrance's age. They were laughing hysterically.

When one of them noticed me they stood and opened their arms as if to hug me, "hey!" He dragged out the y, "look who's here!"

They all stood with him and one of them, who was oddly tall, ran to me with his arms open. He tackled me with a hug and I struggled to stay standing. I heard uncontrollable laughter behind him. He smelled of alcohol and cigarettes.