Being the only sober people in the group, Richard and I had to walk everyone home that night.
It wasn't all bad. Except for John hitting on anything that looked relatively feminine, including Paul.
Paul got sick and threw up half of his stomach contents, which almost made Richard throw up too.
We got to John's house and I took him up to his room. He ended up pressing me against the wall and mumbling against my neck, "We shouldn't do this. Mimi's in the house. This is a bad idea, darling."
I blushed and giggled, trying to push him away, "Do what? Go to bed so I can get Paul home."
He groaned, "You're sleeping with Paul?"
"I live across the street from him, John. Go to bed," I giggled and successfully got him to lay on the bed. I was just getting to leave when he grabbed me and kissed me rather hard. My eyes went wide, but I didn't protest. It didn't mean anything, though. He was drunk and he tried hitting on Paul earlier, too. Paul. Paul! I had to get him home before he passed out. I quickly escaped John's grasp and let myself out, hoping he wouldn't follow. Thankfully, he didn't.
Paul was bent over on a curb, puking his guts out while Richard held his breath and looked away. Poor things. I walked over and shooed Richard toward the cracked sidewalk. He quickly made his way to the sidewalk and gasped for air. Paul was crying as he spit the last of it out. I rubbed his back and helped him up. I put my arm around his waist for support and he put his around my shoulders. Richard took Paul's over arm and we practically dragged him back to his house. We laid him on the couch and took his shoes off before we covered him with a blanket. We quickly left his house and Richard walked me across to mine.
"Ta for helping me take those sods home," He said with a gentle chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"They're my friends too, you know," I laughed and leaned back on the door. "Besides, it's plain wrong to leave a bunch of drunk teenagers by themselves."
Richard laughed and looked down, "You have a gear outlook. I'll see you around, yeah?"
"I hope so," I smiled and hugged him. "Be careful, Richard."
"Please, call me Ringo," He smiled and hugged me back before he made his way to the sidewalk. He gave one last wave before he walked off.
I made my way inside and up to my room. I laid on my bed in the dark and let out a laugh. What a night.
// I know this chapter is really short and crappy. I promise I will step up my game next chapter. I had a busy weekend, I had to work and went to Kennywood. Sorry for the crap chapter! \\
