Masterpiece

Chapter 14

"Calm down, it's just ahead." He was excitedly driving towards some unknown location.

"How do you even have a car anymore? You totaled yours."

"That is true, but I convinced Amelia to let me drive hers." He was still focused on the road.

"How did you manage to do that?"

"I told her I'd pay for her gas for the next month," he says.

"And do you plan to?"

"Nope, but she doesn't have to know that." He put a sly look on his face.

The car entered a colorful gate lit by the words, Coney Island.

"Holy crap! You're seriously taking me to Coney Island, dude!? Oh my gosh!

"Wow, you are a very easily pleased person, aren't you?"

As the car inched into the park, all I saw was vivid colors. Each ride was splashed with a different one. As soon as John handed a uniformed cashier the money and we parked, I jumped out of the car.

I was practically a little kid in a candy store. I'd always loved roller coasters. The wind against my face and the rush is fantastic.

"So what do you say, Lewis? You ready to have some fun?"

I turn to him. "Oh yeah."

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By the time an hour passed we'd ridden pretty much all the rides, if that's at all possible, eaten our body's weight in corn dogs and cotton candy, and played dozens of mini games and to no avail, gotten no prizes.

I also remember laughing. A lot.

And then reality hit me hard.

I woke up the next morning with a huge headache. It's like my skull was playing ping pong with itself, the ball hitting my brain repeatedly.

I wake up in a strange place. I wasn't in my building or in Connecticut, so where was the hell was I?

I was in a bed. It was huge. The room was not too shabby, either. It had wooden floors and a big screen in the middle. Two wooden night stands stood at either side of the bed. It was bigger than my own room and had cream colored wallpaper.

Wherever I am, I'm living the big life.

I got up from the bed, my head still screaming from pain. I was still in my robe and my cap and the diploma was laid on one of the nightstands.

I walked gingerly to the door and opened it. The sound of TV came from somewhere. I came to a staircase and walked down it. SpongeBob SquarePants was playing on the television in a living room.

John lounged on the couch. Wait, what? This could only mean one thing.

Oh wow, I'm actually in John's house. Me. Right here. Right now. But why? My mind wavered.

"Good morning. How did you sleep?"

"Well, I slept fine, it's the waking up part I'm worried about." I massage my temples with my fingers.

"You, uh, conked out last night. It was already late, so I just brought you here."

"Why does my head hurt so much," I say.

"You kind've got drunk last night."

"What!? How?!" I say my sudden increase in volume also increasing my headache. I collapse on the couch and lower my voice. "I don't even drink," I mumble.

"Yeah but there was this guy, right? And he was sitting next to us with this huge bottle of vodka, but he had it in a water bottle. When he left he left behind the bottle and, I had gone to the bathroom when you did it, but you drank like half the bottle, thinking it was water." He seemed amused by the story, whereas I was horrified.