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Chapter 19~ Aftermath

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STELLA.

He pulled me outside. "Why are we leeeaving? I wash having funn. You ruined it. I pouted at Michael. "Why are you taking me out." I whined.

Michael laughed at me. "Stella you're drunk. I couldn't have you making a fool of yourself. "

I laughed. "Am I that bad? I think I'm pretty AWESOME!" I yelled loudly, punching the air with my fist. I lost my balance and gripped onto Michael. "wHOOPS. Sorry Michael. I'm a little dizzy. THE WORLD IS SPINNING. "

Michael guided me to his car and opened the door for me. I gave him a slurred thank you before clumsily getting in the car and bumping my head. "You alright?"

I nodded. "That happens a lot more than you think. " I rubbed my head and put my seatbelt on. "You know where my house is?"

"I have absolutely no clue. " He replied truthfully.

I giggled and typed my address into the navigation thingy. "There you go. "

"5 Gummy Blvds?" He read aloud the misspelled address. "I'm pretty sure that's not an actual place.

I retyped the address now correctly putting in 500 Gettison Blvd. "Does that say 500 Gettison Blvd? " I asked to confirm I put it in right. It could've looked different than what I thought. My drunk mind isn't very dependable.

"Is that where you live?"

"Yup. " I stated popping the P. "I could've told you the way. "

"You could hardly remember your address. " Michael turned back so he could view the rear of his car as he pulled out of Luke's driveway. "Did you seriously think you lived at 5 Gummy Blvds? Can there even be a Boulevards?"

"Hey, I happen to be highly inmoxicated right now ok? Cut me some slack. " I leaned my head on the window.

"Inmoxicated?"

"Yes. I can use big words. " I replied sassily. Michael laughed. "What is it?"

"Stella 'inmoxicated' isn't a real word. " Michael turned at the light. "You know that right?"

"It so is. " I powered on the radio. "We need music it's way too quiet in here. " Some poppy music blasted through the car. I flinched before turning the music down a bit. "Ahh. " I screeched. "Why is that so loud?" I rubbed my poor ears.

Michael shrugged innocently. "You're the one who wanted to listen to music. " He said. "We could've just talked you know. "

"About what?"

"I don't know. Life" Michael said, turning off the radio. I don't know whether he's being serious or joking, but I was going to let him hear it.

"A life talk? Those are boring and don't get me started ranting on the problems in the world. Like how same-sex couples can't get married in every state in America or how human trafficking is an actual thing or how the wealthy don't donate money to help the national debt. " I began rambling about the many issues in today's society. "Or how people can't just all be EQUAL. See what you did?" I glared at Michael.

He let out a soft chuckle. "You are quite a character. Are you like this when you aren't 'inmoxicated'?"

"Sort of." I shifted in my seat. " I mean I'm a talker but I only ramble like this when I'm nervous. " I clarified.

"And what about this makes you nervous. " His eyebrows were furrowed when he turned to look at me for a second.

"Being drunk. " I paused before continuing to speak but rapidly more fast," beinginacarwithanattractiveguy. You know life. "