Just A Drag No One Wants To Inhale

At. Long. Last. Home.

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We made it back to my house without a scratch... Though I can't say the same for the car. Jamia finally found the courage to ask Jorden if he knew how to drive, to which he chuckled and admitted that he had been practicing all week with his older brother in an empty parking lot.

Well, at least he practiced.

With that knowledge swarming in Jamia's head, she screamed with every turn and whenever Jorden went past ten miles an hour. This distracted Jorden to the point where he scraped the side of someone's I-Roc and slammed the brakes immediately after doing so.

He slowly turned to look at me and I nodded my head.

We sped away into the night, with nothing but Jamia's terrified screeches and our boyish laughters streaming behind us.

We pulled up into my drive-way and Jorden turned the car off. "Jorden, you could've gotten us killed!"  She nagged at him as we all got out of the car and ran to the front door.

"Yeah, and Frankie here could've gotten a black eye. And guess what? Neither happened! And Jesus Christ, can you open a lock or what? I'm freezing my fucking ass off!"

"S-s-so am I, J-Jorden!" I chattered through my teeth, flipping the key again and sliding it into the lock easily. You shouldn't really get your hair wet and then go outside in the Jersey cold. Not a good combo.

As soon as I had turned the knob, we pushed and shoved each other to try to enter through a door that was only meant for one and a half people. We stumbled into my humble abode and I slammed the door behind me. I quickly froze and realized that with the ruckus that we've made, I could have woken my mother up. She's going to see all of us with food, confetti and punch stuck to us like a wet bathing suit. I waited anxiously for the sound of my mother's bed squeaking and her soft footsteps shuffling to see what all the commotion was about. Fortunately, I heard nothing of the sort, and breathed a sigh of relief.

I walked into my living room and found that Jorden had laid down his coat for us to sit on, and we all collapsed on to the couch. I closed my eyes and just breathed. Nothing but the sound of our collective breaths filled my ears. And the occasional car driving by outside.

"I feel like a bag of shit." Jorden piped up. I laughed, and so did Jamia.

"I feel so gross." Jamia agreed.

"You guys are the ones to talk," I argued. "You didn't make out with Colson-fucking-Baker."  I laughed so hard that tears formed in my eyes, I had a pain in my side, and I slid off the couch and onto the floor.

I finally stopped laughing and continued to sit on the floor and looked up at my two dates. "Dude, that was fucking insane!" Jorden exclaimed.

"Right?" I nodded in agreement.

"I mean," Jamia lowered her voice, as if my mother was just around the corner listening in, and asked, "Was he good?"

"Oh my god," I sighed and looked at the ground. I took in a huge breath, and yelled, "Yes!"

Jamia screeched like a Beatles fan and Jorden made kissy sounds, attempting to put his vinegar-smelling feet on my face. We all started laughing again, and even more tears streamed down my face.

"What was- What was so good about it?" Jamia sniffled, still laughing just a little.

"Um..." my cheeks started burning and I scratched the etchings of the wood on the couch leg. "Honestly? I think the fact that we were so-"