Basketball Game

Part Five

Beginning Part Five

I’m not sure where this party has been taking place, one of the basketball players’houses I guess. It’s a victory party for our last game. We dance almost all night. I don’t know most of the music though, it’s mostly all the annoying 80s music my mom listens to back home. After about three hours of dancing, the pizza arrives and we all stop to eat. All my friends from school are here. We have just sat down in the living room around a table after going to get pizza, except Mickey who is still in the kitchen.

“This is fun,” says Michele.

“We need beer,” says Carl.

We all laughed and I say, “Imma slap you!”

“Why?” Carl asks.

“Because its illegal!”

“So?”

I slap him and he slaps me back.

“Hey!” Lisa yells and grabbed our arms. Carl and I just laugh.

Bang! I look over and see Mickey standing over a box of pizza that he just threw down on the table.

“Yeah!” Jason says. He opens the box and grabs another piece of pizza.

“You would.” I say talking to both Jason and Mickey.

“Holy crap!” Lisa says, “I think you just gave me a heart attack!”

“Yeah really!” Melissa says.

We all eat and talk for a long time. We go through four pizzas. All night we eat, dance, talk, and laugh. The best part of the night is when Jason tries to talk to us while he is on the phone. He is calling something “cool” and doing the hand motions to indicate quotation marks to say that it wasn’t really cool. The first time he does it with two fingers on one hand and one on the other, then he tries to fix it but uses three fingers on the other hand. Michele and I make fun of him for it all night.

At one point I slide away to a balcony on the second floor. I look out on a field below, and up at the stars above. The party has been great and all day was fun, but by this point all I want is to go home.

How can I get home? I think. At that point, Mickey walks up. He stands by me and flicks my neck.

“I’m sorry, that was rude.” He says. I just sigh, “You probably want to go home now don’t you?”

I look at him and realize that all this time he knew this wasn’t my home. My gaze returns to the stars, but I don’t say a word because I don’t know what to say. He realizes this and says, “It was great to have you here, but if you want to go home you can.”

“Did I know you before last night?” I ask.

“Yep”

“How?”

“It would take too long to explain,” Mickey says, “lets just say, you needed help and I was the one to give it to you, and we became good friends. I brought you here so we could hang out again.”

“So I can go home?” I ask.

“Yep,” Mickey says, “Or you can stay here. You seem to be good friends with everyone else too.”

That’s a good point. I would miss everyone here, and I can playbasketball here too.

“If you wanna go back,” Mickey says, “tell me now, because after tonight if your still here, there’s no going back.” What do I want to do?

“So,” Mickey says, “What do you want?”

End