Craig's P.o.V
Delivered 12:32 a.m
My heart pounded as I waited for a response. It's possible he's asleep, but does he really sleep? He could be a vampire who knows.
I looked back at my phone to see if he responded
Read 12:33 a.m
My heart rate fuckin zoomed. Then the little text bubbles that indicate someone's typing showed up and I almost dropped my phone.
+1 989-733-6942: alright where?
Me: idk how bout the park?
The bubbles popped up then went away then popped up again
+1 989-733-6942: K. Meet me there at 6?
Me: p.m?
+1 989-733-6942: sure
Me: sounds good see you there
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I sighed and turned my phone off.
So much shit happened tonight. It was hard to even remember most of it. Then again I was drunk as fuck.
I turned to my side, a little bit over the bed so I didn't drown if I puked, and shut my eyes as I fell into a restless sleep.
[time skip]
My eyes snapped open as something filled my throat. I rushed to the bathroom and puked. Afterwards I just sat next to the toilet and tried to catch my breath after my beverages came back out of what I put them into.
"Hey."
I turned towards the door and Tricia was standing there with her tiny little fists on her hips.
Oh god what's this little asshole want?
"What."
"You came home pretty late last night" she said
"Yeah and?"
"Did you drink a lot?" She crossed her arms
"Did you not hear me throw up like 17 seconds ago?"
She just stood there and stared at me for a few seconds.
There was along awkward pause before she said "do you want a Gatorade?"
"Yes please, my head is killing me"
She walked downstairs and in a short amount of time she came running back up to the bathroom with a red Powerade.
I smiled and took it "I thought you were getting me a Gatorade?"
She raised an eyebrow "they're the same thing?"
"Not really. Thank you though." I Said before taking a sip
"So", she said leaning against the doorway "you going anywhere today?"
"Yeah, to the park with Tweek why?"
"Just wondering" she responded
There was another long pause before I got up and ruffled her hair. I went downstairs and sat on the couch, turning on the tv.
She's skipped after me and plopped herself down in a condescending manner. It begged me a bit. It felt just like the time she just found weed in my hamper and was about to tell mom in 9th grade. I was so pissed
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