I know I should follow Adrian and talk to him about what happened, but my feet take me in the opposite direction. "C'mon let's go get you something to drink. Something tells me we are going to be great friends," Miranda says with an devilish grin.
We sit back down on the couch and continue playing truth or dare. I just watch so that I don't have to drink anymore. It's about eleven 'o' clock now, so I decide to walk home. That is until I feel someone's hand on my wrist.
It's Miranda. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Umm...home?"
"Really? So you're just gonna go home after having fun for once? Talk about lame!"
And with that I turn on my heel and leave. I refuse to let her push me anymore. I start walking home and I feel another hand on my wrist. I turn around to see a sad Adrian.
"Adrian! Thank god you're here! I am so sorry for drinking!"
"I know and I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier." "That's fine, I deserved it."
"Why don't we go get something to eat?"
"Sounds good. Considering I want something other than alcohol in my system," I said and we both giggled.
Adrian drove us to Taco Bell and we ate in the parking lot. "What a fun night," he said smirking.
"Aaagreed," I said as well tapped our tacos together, like they were glasses. Soon after that, he took me home and I told him to just spend the night considering it was well past midnight.
