Down-Hearted Syndrome

Chapter Six

Weekends are either lazy or crazy. No in-between. My usual weekend is lazy and boring, because, well... I couldn't go anywhere with a bulky wheelchair. But I can (kinda) walk now, and that has changed a lot about me.

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 Ollie invited me to a party at his place, and who wouldn't accept? I'm getting ready now, swiping my fluffy hair back with a comb. I look like a teenage Elvis Presely with an undercut. Soon, this luscious hair will be gone. Stupid Chemo.

I slide on my favorite Fall Out Boy tee and a plain jacket, accompanied by baggly black jeans and my tennishoes. I've never been to a party, so I asked Ollie what to wear. He simply replied, "Something you can take off and put back on easily."

I think that response told me exactly what kind of party this was...

Drew was my bail-out, incase I have an Anxiety Attack... Or I get drunk... Or high... Who knows? Drew's car was in my driveway, he had on a striped tanktop that had a hoodie, and he swapped his earrings for the first time in a while.

I slowly lowered myself in the seat and shut the door. "D-d-dude. You s-sit like a p-pp-pregnant woma-n." Drew chuckled. "And you sound like you're talking into a desk fan. Can we go?"

Drew smiled and turned the key, whirling lazily out of the lot. We surprisingly arrived late, even after Drew's wreckless rubber-burning. Ollie happily answered the door, giving me a big hug.

As soon as I walked in, Ollie ran back to a circle of people sitting around a beer bottle. Ollie called out to me, "Sal! Come join us!" I awkwardly attempted not to bump into anybody as I pushed my way through the crowded room. Sitting between Ollie and Leslie, I eyed them both.

"What's going on?" I ask, noticing Drew has left me. "Seven Minutes In Heaven, dudee." A boy across the circle spun the bottle wildly, landing on Leslie.

"Basically, whoever two the bottle lands on has to spind seven minutes in the guest bedroom. They can do anything they want in there..." Ollie explained, cheering for Leslie.

The bottle was spun again, the tip pointing at a girl I don't know. "Alright, Leslie and Danny, you have seven minutes..." The two girls pushed through the door, slamming it behind them.

"They're probably making out." Another boy yells

Seven Minutes pass, and the door us pushed open. Leslie walks out, her expression calm.

"What happened?" I asked, nodding to the room.

"What happens in Heaven, stays in Heaven." The other girl, Danny,  mentions, eyeing Leslie. Leslie shrugs, and turns her attention back to the bottle spinner.

The bottle spins, coming to a stop on the thick carpet. It's pointing to Ollie. Luck to the one who gets him...

I watch as the bottle is spun again, round and round and round. Slowly, it comes to a stop.

The cap is aimed perfectly at me.