Well Spent

From Bobby being half unconscious, to Melissa farting around in Walmart, this night could not have gotten any more embarrassing except for one thing... Oh yeah, My crush from school unexpectedly bumping into us while grabbing a loaf of bread. When I was trying to make small talk, Bobby was drooling on my shoulder like a freaking two year old! Better yet, Melissa was over in the cosmetics aisle, opening almost every single shade of lipstick and drawing with it all over herself. Two totally different people, two totally different ways of coping with the side effects of being un-sober, yet they both act like little kids while I'm making a fool of myself in public as the babysitter.

It all started when Bobby had the miraculous idea of going to a party where "everyone would be going" and apparently underage drinking. I knew.... I knew that my gut wouldn't stand the thought of even thinking about going. But then there's my brain thinking, 'It's just a party what bad could come out of that?'. But something very bad came out of it. Bobby was driving and me and Melissa were in the back playing 'Mercy'. When we finally got to the address, there were kids my age spilling out the door, smelling of booze. But yet, Bobby still wanted to go in. Melissa and I followed like puppies on a chain. Not knowing what to do or say. There were people making out left and right. In the kitchen, what seems like thousands of bottles of any alcohol you could think of. I told Bobby we shouldn't be here and didn't want to be here for long. He said, 'It'll only take a minute...' but as Melissa and I stay on the couch surrounded by noisy, obnoxious people that were drunk, It felt like hours being there. Eventually Melissa had gone off with a school friend that I had never met, so I decided might as well make good use of my teenage party life. Looking for Bobby anywhere, considering this wasn't my house and it was so big, I stumbled upon boys and girls trying to get some private time and apologized looking like an idiot. I finally found Bobby passed out in a lawn chair, with his pants halfway down his legs and plastic, pink flamingos surrounding him. One even in his..... I'm scarred for life. Eventually I had gotten him enable to walk, pulled his britches up, and was now on my journey to find my wonderful and dearest friend Melissa. Only then, did someone point me in the direction she was in, but as soon as I turned my head, I had caught Melissa repeatedly kissing the face of this so-called-friend-from-school. I had to rip apart their inseparable bodies, (it was obvious she was drinking too) and drag them to the car. This... This is where it gets interesting. As soon as I shove Melissa into the back seat, I knew Bobby wasn't capable of driving. I knew how to drive... Just wasn't good at it. So from the time being spent it took me at least fifteen minutes just to get my bearings. I remember Bobby telling me, that we needed to stop somewhere and get some eggs for breakfast afterwards. And as stupid as I was I had decided to go to Walmart with two almost unconscious people who have been drinking, with me. Was I drinking too? hmm. Anywho, when we got there, I was getting nasty looks from everyone. Considering it was about 1 in the morning, I had thought about the possible, and amazing come-backs I could have said to them. Because seriously, who goes to Walmart at 1 in the morning? Oh right.... Me. As I was trying to push the cart and giving Bobby support as he leaned his dead weight against me, I found the dairy aisle. I grabbed the eggs, with Melissa jumping up and down frantically behind me, like she drank a gallon of Mountain Dew instead of a few glasses of beer. I turned the corner and saw Zak right there, looking at the whole wheat bread. There was no point in hiding, he already saw me, so there was no other choice but to prepare for the most embarrassing time - possibly - of my entire life. He looked at me with those bright blue eyes, and for a moment, I couldn't even speak. I was so mortified. he asked why I was here, but in reality I should be doing the same, why was here? and why this late? I told him we were at a party. By the look of his face, I could tell he thought I needed help. Before he asked, I told him I was fine. After that I was on my way to see the most loveliest cashier in the world. she was old and pretty stupid. Might I add, she was not the least bit attractive. she asked questions and I lied to her, finishing off with the, 'I don't think this is any of your business' line. I payed for the eggs, not even noticing the splash of vomit that Bobby had left on my shoulder for me. I'm telling you, two year old. and I drove them home. giving them both showers and medicine for their tummies, I felt proud of myself,..... but also a stupid, moron, idiot..... wow... just wow....

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