Double Trouble

Ch 14 - The Part-ay!

Theas POV

"Who's ready to part-ay!"

The boys whooped and hollered, clearly for the idea.

I turned to Kay with a questioning look "who's party is it"

She shrugged back at me, "how should I know? There's gonna be drink there and that's all I need to know"

There's obviously something else going on but like, free beer? Yes please. And of course it's a plus to find out about what's going on but like, come on, free beer.

"What time is it at?" Bandana boy- who's name I found out but forgot- asked.

Kay grabbed her tea that I made and took a sip before replying "starts at 9, it'll be dry til 10, that's when the good shit will start"

I didn't bother listening to the last part, already knowing what time to show. This ain't me and Kay's first rodeo.

Oh Jesus, I'm becoming one of them.

Fuck, shit, bollox, craic, sláinte, Guinness, sound, banjaxed, hammered, gammy, deadly.

Right, I'm back Irish. I'm okay.

We all went back to the couches with our tea's and watched an episode of Father Ted.

We first sat down and couldn't decided on what to watch so when I suggested Father Ted and the lads had no idea what we were on about, me and Kay knew, that this was a time that would be memberable.

"It's Father Ted time"

The lads didn't really get the jokes but me and Kay were laughing our heads off throughout the half hour.

Americans have a weird humour.

***

Me and Kay walked up to her bedroom before I hopped across to mine.

"I'm gonna get a shower first" she yelled over before leaving to her ensure.

"Grand" I yelled back before plopping on my bed.

I know we really seem to have settled in really fast, but this is all so crazy.

Not only is America so different from Ireland, but our living situations are so different too.

Like Ireland's great and all don't get me wrong, but we lived in a crappy house with a shitty excuse of a mother for Kay and mine no where to be seen. The neighbourhood weren't too pretty either and the neighbours weren't the kind to give you a bag of sugar when your out.

The sugar might be a little more powdery but still white. But it might give you a different kind of rush than a sugar rush.

It feels weird actually having a roof that leaks and not have to sneak out in case of being caught and at best case scenario, getting just a slap.

I absentmindedly traced the scar on my collarbone of when she threw a glass bottle at me. At least it didn't shatter on my head like what happened to Kay.

I really don't like that woman.

I sighed and sat up, running a hand through my hair before resting my head in my hands.

Thinking about my mother I could feel my hands grip tighten.

"Yoohoo! Big summer blowout!" I heard a voice call out in the direction of my french doors.