As the good pure teenager I was, I had never touched alcohol or smoked or anything unhealthy. But I was so broken at this point, there was not much worse a little beer could do. My parents gave me a call. "Hey hone our flight is late so we won't be home til tomorrow. Is that ok?" Mom said. "Yep." I said trying to straighten the shakiness of my voice. After my mom and I said our good byes I hung up the phone and headed out the door. I walked to a bar down town. My mother had left her wallet at home and, lucky me, my mom and I looked fairly alike. I thought maybe I could drink the pain away. I was sitting at the bar and had two drinks. After the third, everything became kind of swirly and I didn't know where I was. I had done gotten myself drunk. As a minor, this was a bit scary. I drunkenly walked outside the bar to walk back home. But my legs felt as if to get weaker. I wasn't sure if I could walk. So I sat down on a bench near by. I laid there and my eyes drifted off to sleep. I was woken my a feeling of a hand on my thigh. I op-ed my eyes and saw grayson. He was carrieing me. "It's ok go back to sleep." He said noticing I'd awaken. "What happened?" I asked rubbing my eyes. He set me down on his bed and before he could answer I was out again. That morning I woke up in nothing up his t-shirt which was like a dress on me. I was confused though. I didn't remember how I had gotten next to Grayson or how I even left the bar. Then a thought came over me....if I wasn't in the right mind and I was wearing nothing but grays shirt and I mean nothing....did we? Oh god...it was scary to think about. "Gray." I shook his shoulder, "Gray." I said again and he turned over to look at me. "I don't remember anything at all. Did we do anything last night?" I wondered. He just smirked and turned back over. "Gray I need to know." I said trying to get his attention again. "Don't worry, I used protection and by the way..you were good." He said with his back towards me. I slapped my hand to my forehead. What have I done?!
