A/N: I'm sorry if this is actually really bad. I love writing but it sounds great in my head then I come up with other ideas or what will happen next and rushing it. Which sorta happened with this. So in advance, sorry. Maybe I'll update it if people like it, which I doubt will happen...
"Look at ya." He said to me.
"What" I say rushed and confused.
I've only been here five minutes...
"Lookin' all sweet sitting there." He attempted at a southern accent. He's been getting better, still sounds like shit though.
"Well, you know what they say..." I said.
"And what's that?"
"That I'm he perfect image of 'sugar, spice, and everything nice!'" I mumbled disgustedly, I hated that everyone looked at me like that. He looked at me slightly disappointed.
"What?"
"Aw, c'mon Troye, lighten up, it's just the way highschool life works. It'll go away eventually." He said trying to cheer me up, he stopped when he noticed it obviously not working. "Some of it's true anyway." He mumbled, so silently I almost missed it. "I beg your pardon?" I say, looking at him with an eyebrow raised. "Nothing. But come, all you need is a drink in you to lighten you up."
"Charlie, you know I don't drink, I'm strictly against that stuff."
"C'monnnn, what's the matter Tye? It won't hurt."
"Charlie are you drunk?"
"Shhhhh"
WE'VE ONLY BEEN HERE FOR SEVEN MINUTES! What am I going to do with him???
I was at my first highschool party. I know, I know. I'm a junior already but I've never been to one until now, Charlie dragged me along. And well, Ha, a fabulous experience it was. Complete with everyone drunk or high and throwing up. How would anyone call this fun? Just why?
"Sit here," I commanded Charlie to sit down in a chair near the kitchen door, "I'll be right back."
I walked into the kitchen only to see a whole lot of people making out, one pair looking like they were just heading past making out. Gross.
I walked towards the cooler, opened it. "Shit." Nothing but beer. After about ten minutes of looking, and somehow not bothering anyone, I finally found what I was looking for, water bottles. I grabbed two before heading out the door.
"Whoopsy Daisy." I said putting Charlie on my bed. He passed out during the car ride to my house. I somehow managed to drag him up here though. Too bad my dad was asleep, could've used the help, but it's one in the morning. He needs his sleep, needs to get up early, being a teacher must suck.
"Charlieee." I say, barely above a whisper.
...
Nothing.
I Shake him this time, saying it again, "Charlieee wakey wakey." He woke up immediately. "Yes darling?" He said, still half asleep. "Charlie you're drunk, you need to drink some water and go to bed. In the guest room not mine." "Oka-." Charlie fell back asleep with a light snore. How the hell was he sleeping so peacefully while drunk, I'll just never know. Hmm. "Charlieeeeeeeeeee" I whined. He woke up completely that time. "Whaaaaaaaat?" He said, mimicking my tone. "You lil'shit, you heard what I said before you fell back asleep." He groaned. "Fine," he answered with a huff. He got up, grabbed his water and left the room, before almost walking into the wall. I snorted loudly. He turned back around, "You just shut up."
The next morning, I woke up with a sore feeling everywhere. I hated parties now. I realized there was a weight on my stomach. It was Charlie. Ughhhhhh. I should be used to this by now, always having to go fetch him when he drank at a party. It was the same every time. He should've learned by now too. I pushed him off the bed.
"OW! Are you trying to kill me?"
"If you get drunk again then make so, yeah."
"F**k you." He said getting up, walking out of the room. I then heard him walking down the stairs and a loud thus. I giggle-snorted. So not cute. But that was funny as hell, he always tripped but it never got old. Ah, the joy of seeing bestfriends in pain.
I started putting on clothes when I remembered that there was actual school today. I look at the clock, 6:03. Thank god. I don't need to be late. I run downstairs to find Charlie. Surprised to find him already dressed and ready to go to school. "But first," I said pulling him to the kitchen. "BACON!"
A/N: Wow, 714 words. Pretty decent if I do say so myself. If you read all the way through, thank you, if you read AND liked it. I praise you.
