A Tale From The Closet (Grant O'Brien Collegehumor fanfiction)

Chapter 2:

  I wake up the next morning. Grant was knocked out on his bed, shirtless. I wasn't surprised or weirded out. His hangover is underway. There were worse cases like this one time he was butt naked during a hangover. Cops came in and said he was out shouting like an idiot at three in the morning.

  I head downstairs and look at the mess they left. Bottles everywhere, cards scattered on the table, red plastic cups on the floor. Looked like an aftermath of a frat party. Since Grant was gonna be sleeping until like sunset, I decided to clean it up on my own. I dumped the cups in garbage bags, placed the cards in their box, put the bottles in the recycling bin outside. I made an effort to vacuum the living room and within 4 hours straight, I cleaned the downstairs of the house.

  I tried thinking of places I could go to where kids in my middle school would hang around on the weekends. They could be anywhere, pool bars, movie theaters, skate parks, libraries, cafés, and a lot more. But there was this one party in one of the rich kids' house. He told everyone that they could go, no matter who they were. But it mostly ends in brawls or taking illegal drugs. I knew who would come with me.

I used the telephone to call Ally Beardsley. She and I were close enough to probably go to a party together. She was a freshman and being the youngest kid in Grant's group of friends made us close.

'Can't come, I got Church stuff today.' She said over the phone.

Well sh-t. I guess I was probably going alone. I didn't know anyone else to go to that party. But I wouldn't let that stop me. I get a knock on the door,

  'What the...' I mumbled to myself. Parents weren't coming home yet and most of the guys were at work or something. I answer the door and it was Ally. Her long brown hair, blue eyes which complemented what she wore.

  Ally wasn't anything like the other girls here. She was a tomboy probably, wore pants all the time with a tee and a hoodie or a denim jacket. She did do things I didn't though such as smoking and the occasional drinking. She looked cute though. She was smart and knew a thing or two of stealing but she only stole when it was necessary, not because it was fun.

  'You said you had church.' I argued.

  'For the whole time we've been friends, you still don't know not to trust me?' She joked and shook her head, 'I ran away. Brad said he'll go cover for me.'

  'So we're going?' I ask her.

  'Yeah-well, until you get yourself cleaned up and good to go.' She sarcastically said.

  'Oh yeah, sorry. I'll be ready real quick.' I said as I was rushing into the bathroom to wash up and change my clothes. I decided to borrow one of Grant's shirts, a dark blue button up shirt with small roses patterned on it. It looked cool along with my black pants and white tennis shoes. I combed my hair up, looking like some formal greaser.

  I get downstairs and hollered, 'I'm all good.'

  She nods and we leave home. Grant didn't mind me leaving the house as long as I come back before 11 o'clock. Our town was pretty decent. It had that rich and poor side, we lived in the poor side of town since the rich were as in rich, Beverly Hills rich. English leather, Rolexes, sweet cars like Mustangs, and maids, which are excuses to slavery in the present.

  Me and Ally went to a music store to look at the albums that came out. We didn't agree too much, music-wise. Ally liked hardcore rock like Green Day and Pink Floyd while I had a totally different pallet of music taste-Weird Al, A-Ha, and Weezer. 90s were a weird time to live in.

  Nothing much we were just loitering until the party started. Ally and I couldn't do anything much but talk and eat chips or something.

  We were sitting on a park bench, looking at kids playing on the playground. I don't remember much of playgrounds. Just the street usually is where we played since it wasn't a busy road. I liked reading, playing video games. I was a huge nerd and Grant was the sporty guy. He was a natural at football and basketball. He could beat me at wrestling, well he was older and took that as an advantage but the good thing about him was he treated me like I was the same age as him.