Finding Mollie.

Chapter 12:The Beach May Not Be For Everyone.

"I'm really sorry about Kyle. He's kind of a dumb ass," I say for the fifth time as we pull into a parking spot at the reservoir. 

"Mollie. It's fine. Stop obsessing over it." Matt turns toward me in the car, takes my hands, looks me in the eye, and says in all seriousness,"Will you be my designated driver tonight?"

"I'd be honored," I say while I pull him into a kiss. "Let's go get you drunk!"

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Matt and I walk upon quite possibly the craziest beach I've been to all year, and I go to quite a few. I'm not some crazy party girl who goes just to hook up and get crunk and drunk, although I do have a drink or two. I go just to see the entire senior class drunk off their asses. 

"Look who finally showed up," Alley slurs. Apparently she's a one drink too many. 

"Hey Alley," I say, slowly. Making sure she understands what I'm saying. 

"Whooooooo, look! I see dolphins!" she says as she stumbles towards the water. Maybe the beach isn't the best place for a large teenage beer bash. 

"Well then," Matt says apparently in a little bit of shock. "I'd love to know what they'e drinking, cause I'd love to have some." 

I glare at him. 

"I'm going to go get a drink what do you want?" 

"A rum and coke will suffice," I say as I spot Josie and Alex making out on the sand. 

"Josie? Alex?"

"Who's José?My name is Alex," Alex states. 

Alex is beyond the point of no return. Hopefully Josie had the good sense not to drink as much as Alex apparently has. 

"Okay. I'll leave you two to finish." I walk away to the water. 

The water is unusually calm tonight. Although, when I normally see it is when speed boats are hauling ass across it. The last time I was on a boat was last summer, in New Mexico. You see, my dad has this huge house on a big lake and, naturally, he has a boat. The best thing about going boating with my dad is that it's just him and I. We only see each other during summer break, so every moment I'm out there I cherish it. 

I don't know how long I had been watching the water, but once Matt comes shuffling towards me, I know it's been too long. He's hammered. 

I let out a long sigh. "Matt, what're you doing?"

"Contemplating the meaning of life," Matt stammers. He then raises his cup and says,"To stripes, because the best time to wear a striped sweater, is all the time." 

Great. Now he's referencing Spongebob. Then I make a decision to take him home, and Alex and Josie as well. 

"Matt, honey, it's time to go," I say. God, I sound like my mother. 

"Okay, but can you tell me something?" 

I'm intrigued by what his druken self wants to know. "Sure."

"Will you scratch my arm? I just need it right here," he points to his left forearm."I just can't seem to reach it."

So, being the good girlfriend I pride myself in being, I scratch Matt's forearm. Then I grab both of his wrists and drag him to where Josie and Alex are laying, looking like they're conjoined at the mouth. 

"Alright you two, you're coming with me." Suprisingly they disconjoin and get up. Them getting up was the icing on the night. You know that scene from the Emperor's New Groove when Pacha and Kusco are trying to go back up that canyon by linking arms and walking up vertically? Just imagine these two doing that, but continually falling. Finally, Weston, who is surprisingly sober, helps them up. He also takes pity on me by taking them out to my car. 

"You have no idea how much I want to hug you right now," I state once all of the drunks are strapped in their seats. Fortunately, Weston was able to wrestle the keys away from Matt so I could drive his car. 

"Hey, no problem. Thanks for coming tonight, I'll be sure to tell Alley all about what she with these three tomorrow morning," he says. "And good luck with them."

"I'll need it. See ya Weston." 

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Riding in a car full of drunks is a lot more fun than what some might say. Blaring the music really pisses them off. And I bet all the speed bumps I hit aren't going to help those headaches they have. Tapping the brakes periodically is fun as well. 

"So, who's parents aren't home tonight?" I question everyone in the car.

"Mine are gone. Mom's visiting grandma in Kansas. Dad's on a business trip in Georgia," Matt says. It looks like he's trying to grin at me, but all his mouth is doing is twitching. 

"To Matt's it is." 

Twenty minutes later we pull into Matt's driveway. His house is pretty big. It's kind of like those pueblo houses, but with a modern twist. It's beautiful, really. Although it does seem a little out of place in Indiana, but whatever. 

I manage to get everyone out of the car, surprisingly, and get them to the door. I finally get the door open after trying eight different keys. I walk in the door first, and fumble with some light switches. Once the lights finally turn on, I see how immaculate the place is. The art on the walls is just to die for and the furniture is all brown leather. The stairs leading to the second floor look like they're marble. 

"Okay guys up the stairs we go." I herd the little drunklings up the stairs and to various bedrooms. I strategically put Josie and Alex in separate rooms, because who knows what they're going to do drunk. Once I tuck them in, I head on down to Matt's room. He's currently taking a shower, so that gives me time to look around his room. It's not your average teenage boy bedroom. Yes, there's a queen-sized bed, a dresser, a desk, and a closet that I'd kill to have, but it's the little things that makes it unique. There are stacks of books, and vinyl records everywhere. He has a map of the United States with various push pins in several different states pinned to the wall. 

"I've always wanted to go to the Grand Canyon one day," he says. He scares me a little because I was not expecting him to walk into the room from the attached bathroom. He also sounds like he's starting to sober up, because he's not having trouble forming sentences.

"It's amazing there," I say. "My dad and I went out there a couple summers ago. It's so big."

"I bet," he says. He walks over, still in his towel, and sits on the bed. Matt wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me close. "I'm sorry about earlier. I had some really strong vodka at the party."

"Considering you toasted the water and refrenced a Spongebob quote during that toast, yeah, you could say you had some strong stuff."

"Oh God," he states as he's finally putting some clothes on.

"It was hilarious." 

He turns the lights off and crawls under the covers. He motions for me to get under the comfoter with him. 

"Are you sure?" I question.

"Yeah. Come on Mollie." 

I get under the covers, and Matt interwines his legs with mine. Then he puts his forehead on my forehead and whispers,"I don't know what I'd do without, Mollie." 

And what really ruins the moment is when Josie runs in with a very large giraffee and mutters,"Matt your dog needs to go outside."