Odd Living

Five

It's around dinner time and I smell something cooking. My curiosity got the best of me and I left my room. It smelled like cake, cigarettes, and alcohol. I am slowly making my way to the kitchen. I hear Max, Ian, and a few unfamiliar voices. Max sees me peeking around the corner and his eyes go wide with fear.

"I didn't know you were having a party," I say confused.

"Shit. Mack, you weren't supposed to... fuck," Max seems terrified.

"Who are these people? Your friends?" I would like some answers. I recognized George but he was talking funny. Did I do that to him when I punched him in the throat? There was also a man dressed in a pirate costume, some dude with "fat cunt" written on him, a man half naked with eggs by his side, and another guy with hair longer than Max's.
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"Why didn't you tell me you made videos of you and your friends being idiots?" What the fuck is going on?

"I though you knew about this."

"No, Max. I didn't. I don't have many social media accounts. Plus you never told me any of this." How long has he been doing this? Ugh. So many questions.

"Mack, we're in the middle of something. Could you please leave? You can ask all the fucking questions you want, when we're done." He escorted me to my room.

From my room, I could see the yard. So I was watching them. They seemed like they were having loads of fun. There was a makeshift wedding. George seemed to be the groom but I don't see a... MAX IS THE BRIDE! What the hell is Max doing? Fuck. I wish Max would have let me be apart of whatever that was. I could have helped.
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They all seem hammered. The only one not totally wasted was Ian. I text him asking for him to come to my room. He follows my request.

"Ian, uhh, why didn't Max tell me about being a YouTuber?" I question.

"I think it's because he didn't want you to think any less of him," he replies, looking embarrassed like he did something wrong.

"I would never think less of him. He will always be the greatest person I've known. I actually thinks it's cool that you guys do it. I just which you would have told me." Ian comes sitting next to me, resting his arm on my shoulder. "Please. No more secrets," I whisper, knowing Ian can hear me.

"I promise. I don't know about the others," he whispers right back. "Do you promise me no more secrets?" He asks.

"Cross my heart hope for cancer." I say. I then get up off the bed and peek out the door. Coast is clear. "Ian, why are you making such strong eye contact with me?" I ask because I just got up to check the door.

"Just watching. Do you want me to tell you when everyone has left?"

"Uhh... yeah. Please. How is your cereal?" I think aloud.

"It's nearly finished. Cocoa Puffs are my all time favorite." I'm glad he likes it.

Text message between Mackenzie and Ian
M:: Have they left? It's been hours and I'm getting hungry.
I:: All but Chad have left. You can come out of you want. I'm sitting on the chair in the living room and everyone is on the couch. Save me.
M:: Maybe. Is there food out there?
I:: There is some chicken wings left. Want me to save you some?
M:: I gotta blast

As soon as I joined the boys, Chad, the one with "fat cunt" on his stomach, introduced himself. "Hello miss, come here often? My name is Chad, you must be..."

"Mackenzie. I'm Max's sister. And I live here so, I do come here often." I say with much more sass than when I first met George.

"Shit, Max, you didn't tell me you had such a hot sister that wasn't made up of chromosomes" He is going to be hit.

I grabbed the bucket of chicken wings and pulled up a chair next to Ian, since he was the only one I could hold a conversation with. Soon Max, Ian, and Chad fell asleep, leaving George and me alone.

"Look, I'm really sorry about punching you in the throat. You really spooked me and it's been a while since someone touched my ass. I hope I didn't make your voice sound all smokey like it was earlier," I was talking too much I didn't even realize George get up off the lounge and sit next to me, placing his hand on my upper thigh. "What are you doing George?" I ask red-faced.

"Stop calling me George. You sound like my mom. You can call me Joji. And if it wasn't obvious, my hand is on your leg. Remember when I mouthed 'you're mine' I meant it." He said getting really close to my ear. I could smell the alcohol.

"Look, you're drunk. You probably don't realize what you're doing. So how about you let go?" I say hoping he will let me go.

"No no. I know exactly what I'm doing to you pretty lady. Don't make me carry you to my room and show you who is bOss." He is totally hammered.

I shove him off of me and run to my room. I managed to lock it before he got to me. I put my back up against the door and slid down. I sent Ian a text
M:: Does George usually get this drunk? I think something may be wrong with him. I'm in my room and my door is locked. Knock four times if you need me. Night.

I changed quickly and crawled into bed. I hope he is himself in the morning, I think aloud.