Broken Hearts are Made to be Fixed

Chapter 3

Getting into the back seat of Caleb's car, I pull my seat belt over myself and click it into the buckle. I ruffle a hand through my long hair, tugging my fingertips through knots located in my brunette mess. I swear I brushed it like ten minutes ago.

"Are we there yet?" Joey whines, putting on his own seat belt, pulling it away from his neck before resting it over his buff shoulder comfortably.

"We haven't even left the driveway yet." Caleb says in blasphemy, confused with his best friend's behaviour. He looks through the rear view mirror at me and gives me a look saying 'is he serious?' and I return the look with one of my own translating into 'I know.' My attention is brought back to the goof's in the passenger seat, my slightly unkempt eyebrow arched at my best friend's quite usual odd behaviour.

"I want to get drunk and meet the girl of my dreams." Joey announces haphazardly as we drive off in the direction of the party. He sounds like he is drunk.

"Yeah, that's definitely how you win over a girl's heart." I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Not going to lie, I'm slightly concerned for his mental health. He's not even wasted yet and he's talking like there's trash spilling from his gob.

"Told ya Caleb, that's how you win over a girl's heart." Joey says, looking at Caleb then out the window in feigned innocence.

"Are you drunk already? It was obviously sarcasm." Caleb laughs, putting the left indicator on before turning a harsh corner safely.

"Honestly why are we friends with him?" I ask Caleb, gesturing over to an offended Joey. His hand sits over his heart and his chin is tilted upward with a large pout. He's such an idiot.

"I have no clue. I think we're crazy." Caleb answers with a challenging smirk towards his best friend to which I also manage and direct at Joey.

"You know I can hear you two, right? And I'm not drunk! Yet..." Joey replies, smiling a little, mostly to himself.

I shake my head in surrender, too lazy to actually win this argument and pull out my phone from my pocket. I enter my notes and open up a specific document containing my diary that I wish I contributed to every day...but forget to. My lethargy is impeccable.

'Despite having an unfulfilling day, Diary, my brother is taking Joey and I to a party. Not only is Joey going on about becoming drunk and meeting some girl, but my brother still won't let me drive his stupid car. Debby or something he called it? Hope she gets thrown up on again by Joey. I also hope he aims at my brother too, a double whammy. As gross as it sounds... But it wasn't my fault!' I tap hastily across my keyboard, my dumb fingers making me back space every two seconds.

Shrugging at myself after completing my entry, I lock my phone screen and cast my eyes out the pristine window of my brother's car, cascading my blue eyes across the slowly dimming landscape. I've always loved watching the city with all its lights on. It's like an ocean of stars that mingle in a new location; on reflected pains and flat liquid ponds, still from being unoccupied and untouched. It's beautiful when the sun is completely gone and the moon is at its peek, gazing down at the city like an interrogation lamp.

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"We're here!' Caleb exclaims, turning off the car after parking and stretching his long arms above his head.

"Finally! Where is the alcohol?" Joey jokes around, taking off his seat belt and exiting the car, already heading towards the party.

"He's going to become an alcoholic," I shake my head, also carefully closing the car door behind me. "Joey come back here or so help me I'll strangle you with your own arms!"

"I'm pretty sure his parents won't allow it. They check on him a fair bit, if they smell a whiff of alcohol they'll ground him even if he's nineteen." Caleb explains, holding back a chuckle while getting out.