Intoxicated •Heath Hussar•

Chapter Four

Music was blaring throughout the house, and people I've never met were yelling the words of the songs. It was supposed to be a small party with the few people I met, but I ended up not knowing over half the people there. I used to be all for parties back in high school, but today I was just exhausted and I wanted to go to sleep. That was obviously not going to happen any time soon with this blasting music. I tried telling Scott and the other's that but they didn't listen. Figures.

Once people started filing in and things seemed to get a bit rowdy, I decided that I would just find somewhere else to go. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and pushed past all of the people dancing in the living room to head outside. The yard wasn't much better, either. People were swimming in the pool, dancing and drinking. At least the music was a bit muffled out here, though.

I tried to see if anyone I knew was out here but I couldn't spot any of the guys. They're probably all inside with girls, I can't help but think. I wish I could ask Scott to tell everyone to leave, but at the same time, I didn't want to seem ungrateful. After all, the party was intended for me. I plop into a pool chair with a sigh and just take in everything, thinking about how, just days ago I was living with my parents, unsure of what I would do in life. I'm still not sure of what I will do, but at least now I have a new family. That is, one consisting of goofy YouTubers and comedians. I take a swig of the beer and grimace at the taste.

Despite the fact that I went to numerous parties before, I never really drank. I never had a reason to. Not that I have one now, but things have changed for me. I feel more carefree now that I'm no longer with my parents.

I take another swig of the beer and this time it goes down a little bit easier. It burns the back of my throat a little less, but the bitterness was still there. I feel my head getting a little fuzzy after a couple more sips but it doesn't bother me much.

"Should you be drinking?" a voice asks from behind me. I whip around, startled, and see Heath standing there, smoking a cigarette. "Scott won't like it," he points out before inhaling a puff of smoke.

"I'll be 21 in a couple months, it's fine," I wave it off as I take another swig of the beer.

"It's not good for you, especially since your tolerance for it is so low." He sounds like a father talking to his kid about making bad decisions. I roll my eyes and tell him that I'm fine. He looks unconvinced but changes the subject nonetheless.

"You don't look like your having very much fun."

"I'm just tired," I shrug.

"I don't blame you. We tire everyone out." He sits down next to me, kicking his legs up onto the third chair and taking a drag from his cigarette.

"Smoking is bad for you," I say to him like he said to me and take a swig of my beer, trying hard not to cringe as it goes down. I didn't want Heath to think that I can't handle it.

"Can't help it," he said and shrugged like I did. I nod and go to take another sip of my drink, but realize it's empty. Frowning, I get up to get another.

"Woah, woah, woah. Where are you going?" Heath said, jumping to his feet. and blocking my way to the house.

"Move outta the way, Heath. I'm getting another." I try to push past him, but I stumble over my feet and nearly topple over.

"I think you've had enough, Kheagan. Scotty is already going to kill you as it is, don't make it worse," Heath says softly and grabs onto my elbow. As much as I want to protest, I don't want to witness Scott's angry wrath. He grabs the beer bottle from my hand and places it on the table.

I get a sudden burst of energy and decide to go back inside and have some fun.

"Come on!" I laugh, grabbing Heath's arm and pulling him into the house after me. "Let's make the most of this party!"

Once I walked into the house, the smell of alcohol was overwhelming. The music rang through my ears, and seemed to sync with the blood rushing through my veins. I let out a giddy laugh and walk deeper into the house. My head felt like it was spinning, but none of that seemed to matter. I jumped up and down to the music, joining in with the other's people's singing and dancing with strangers. So this is what it feels like to be buzzed.

"Kheagan, come on. This isn't a good idea if you want to live 'til tomorrow," Heath says, appearing beside me and reminding me of my brother. I open my mouth to tell him to leave me alone, but he grabs my arm and pulls me outside. "I have something more fun we can do," Heath tells me with a grin.

He didn't mean... I pull my arm out of his grasp when the thought crosses my mind. It didn't bother me that he might have that idea, it bothered me more that I didn't really care about it. Maybe it was the fact that I was wasted, but I didn't care what Heath could do to me. It didn't bother me one bit. And that bothered me.

"We're going to go to get ice cream," he says, laughing a little. I subconsciously let out a sigh of relief when my previous thought was disproved. "Whenever I'm hammered I like to get food. Figured that you're the same." I nod at him with a smile. Ice cream does sound nice.