Unexpected

three.

It was around 10 pm when the movie ended. Late for some people, early for us.

"We should do something," Justin suggested as we all walked out of the theater. There was a cool breeze, meaning that the temperature had dropped slightly.

"Yeah, I don't wanna go home yet," Caleb agrees, sitting down on a nearby bench.

"So what should we do then?"

We sit there, thinking about what 17 and 18-year-old teens could do at 9:30 on a Thursday night. Even though we live in the city of Chicago, there wasn't that much to do that didn't cost money, and considering that only one of the five us worked, making Justin pay for everything wouldn't be fair.

"Let's go to Harrison's place and play a drunk game of truth or dare," Caleb says, earning noises of approval from everyone but Harrison. "Why my place?"

"Because you're the only one with parents that are out of town and definitely aren't going to randomly pop up," Justin responds.

"Plus, your moms have a whole liquor cabinet. They won't notice if we take a little," Brandon adds, making Harrison look at him with a face of betrayal.

"Even you," he says with a dramatic gasp. Rolling his eyes, Brandon shrugged. "None of us have anything better to do and you know it. Now stop being dramatic and go get your car. Neither of us drove so we're riding with you guys."

"He's right. It'll be fun."

Huffing, he dragged his hands down his face dramatically. "Fine. But I swear if any of you break something I'm kicking you all out," he says looking at the other boys.

"Except for me," I say cockily, knowing he'd never be able to kick his best friend out.

Turning to me, he scowls. "Yeah, but I'll make you sleep in my tub."

"Yeah, yeah," I say. Pulling the keys to Harrison's car out of my bag, I tug at his white long-sleeved shirt in the direction of the parking lot.

Since the parking lot was huge, the boys didn't want to walk all the way to the car because of the distance. How they continue to all have the toned bodies that they have is beyond me.

Once we made it to the car, I hopped into the passengers' side and started the car since I still had the keys in my hand, waiting for Harrison to get inside.

"One day I'm gonna make you drive me around since you always have my car keys," he says playfully as he gets inside and put his seat belt on.

"Never," I smile. He knows how much I hate driving and how much I love being driven around. Even though I have my license I never really use it since it's more of a "just in case I have to pick my friends up drunk" or something like that.

When we make it back to the boys, I see that once again, Justin and Caleb were arguing, this time over flavors of ice cream. Brandon seemed unfazed since he had both of his earbuds in as he got into the truck.

The drive was only 20 minutes, half of the time consisted of Justin and Caleb arguing. As Harrison pulled into the driveway, Caleb started chanting "par-tay" over and over until we got out of the car.

Opening the door to the house, Brandon and Justin plopped down onto the couch, instantly getting comfortable while Caleb ran to the liquor cabinet. "Vodka or Tequila?"

"Tequila," all of us shout in unison.

"Dudes," Caleb says while looking at Brandon, Harrison, and Justin, "and dudette," he adds, giving me a smile. "It's time to get wild."

*

"I dare you to send Isabella Clark a dick pic and then say 'sorry, I meant to send that to my sister'," Caleb says after Brandon chose dare.