Worth

Part 6

We stayed like that for a while before I finally made the call to get him home. Of course, before leaving, I directed Blake towards her house and watched from a distance as she staggered in.

With a careful pull, Andrew is on his feet and coming with me as his weight pushes down upon my slowly buckling back. Between his gasping and drunken laughter and my slow wheezing, we finally accomplished our goal of not collapsing across the lawn slick with dew. With a finally and tedious shove, Andrew is sleeping in the passenger seat of the vehicle that might as well be as large as a twinkie.

I clamber into the driver's side as my hands reach down, grabbing onto the lanyard streaming out of my pocket. With a careful tug, the brass keys are in my hand and soon, the ignition. With tired eyes, I twist my hand and the car roars to life with slight power whilst a soft snore rolls to my ears from my right.

It takes a while, but the bright lights of my twinkie-mobile shine across Andrew's dirty-white garage. The low roar of the engine fulls as it sputters to a stop. I turn and begin to shake slowly, as to slowly release him from the grasp of slumber.

"Wah? What? Are we at your place already?" Andrew laughs as he stretches, or at least tries to. "When did we get into a closet? Let me oooooout," he smirks with a lopsided smile.

I climb out of the car, knowing I'm going to have to help him out of the car. Probably have to get him to the door too. My hand snakes under his arm and pulls him from the small vehicle. With a final pull, he's hanging on my shoulder, my back already straining as before. Silently, I cringe as I get him to the door.

"I-I gotta say, thanks alot Eddy-boy. There's no way I could have walked all the way here!" He hiccups out.

"Well, of course. That's a few miles," I say, turning towards the door, "But there's no way I would make you walk all this way dr-" I'm cut off by a turn to my head, pressing my face against his. His hands snaking up behind my hand and chin, pulling me in close. His lips on mine.

Oh my god. Oh my god. This is happening. This is happening. Is this consent? Is he giving his consent to do this? Does this count if he's drunk? Oh my god! My mind screams at me as bliss passes over my face as my eyes shut. His hand slides up

Finally, after a few seconds which lasted an hour, he finally releases. My eyes open slowly to meet his. "Hey Eddy-boy," he asks slowly, drunkened, "Thank you."

I nod with a smile, "Of course."

I wait till he goes inside, making sure to wait till the lights fall down on his house before changing my car's gear. Did this night happen? Were those plans, ideas and goals I made in my head for nothing? Is this a dream? Does he love me? As the car rolls back, I decide to answer my own question with a smile...

Yes.