#AttackAbelWithFood
*Getting sober for a day, got me feeling too low.
They trynna make me slow down, trynna tell me how to live.
I'm about to lose control.*
After Abel dropped me and Bryce off, we went to change our clothes.
"Which, swim trunks should I wear?"
"First if all, why do you even have swim trunks here?"
"I have to keep a variety of clothes here, since you always randomly want to do something. I have to be prepared." He holds up the swim trunks to my face, "Now choose."
"Fine, the um stripped ones."
"Stripe ones it is." He tosses the other trunks, which have purple polka dots on my bed, and goes to my bathroom and change.
I put on shorts and a shirt, over my bathing suit, putting on a visor and sandals Bryce walks out of the bathroom.
"Put on a shirt." I tell him.
"You know you want to see all this. This caramelized chocolate." He gestures towards his body.
"Nice choice of words." I smile.
"If me and you aren't married by the age of 35, then we're getting married."
I laugh, "Okay, I call right side though."
"Whatever. C'mon let's go have a bonfire party, thingy."
"How you knew it was bonfire?" I pout.
"I am your best friend. I know what you be thinking. Most of the time."
Me and Bryce grab our things and head over to Abels.
When we get there Bryce holds the horn for a very long time, much like he did to Neal on home coming day.
I have to make sure that I still keep in contact with him.
Abel comes out and flips Bryce off.
Bryce leans his head out the window, "How professional, Abel. Really." He says sarcastically.
Abel walks over to Bryce's side, "What are you waiting for?"
"What ever do you mean?"
"I'm driving."
Bryce starts to laugh loudly. "If you think I'm letting you drive my baby, then you must be on crack."
Abel glares at him and huffs walking to my side.
"What?" I said to him.
He opens my door, "If he's driving the you're sitting in the back with me."
I roll my eyes at his childness.
Aubrey hops in the front as me and Abel sit in the back.
"So, how long is this ride going to be?" Abel asks as he puts his head on my lap, so he can lay down.
"Well, after we stop at the store. About an hour or so." Bryce replies.
"An hour?" He looks up at me, "Are you going to school tomorrow?"
"No, I'm going on Wednesday. Maribeth needs to finish the paper work. Same with Bryce."
"Bryce, is coming with?"
"Yeah, Bryce is coming with." Bryce says.
"I'm not surprised."
I see Aubrey start touching Bryce's radio, and I pray for him.
