Yeah I was in Juvie. Get over it.

Chapter 41

Okay, really quickly wanted to talk about like, the fact that when I'm writing, I literally put it off until the last minute. I'm like, ooh, gotta check Instagram, or gotta watch some Criminal Minds because I'm bored, or oh, I should probably you know, be doing work...( I think about doing work, I never actually do...) And then, and only then when I have used up all of my options, then I write. 

Or if it's like midnight and I can't fucking sleep, then I write, because for some reason, when I'm worn out and on the verge of collapse, I really write well...

I don't know. 

Anyone else feel like this?

Okay, that's my quick rant, on to the show.

I slammed the door behind me, throwing my bag down onto the counter, and threw my hands up.

"I passed, bitches!"

Rex, who was ahead of me, laughed a little and smiled, "Yeah, you did, Spy-girl."

"We gotta celebrate."

He raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

"Uh, I passed a test."

"Oh, yeah, I'm breaking out the expensive booze." Rex said with a smile, going over to the kitchen cabinets.

"I can't believe they let you be the witness."

"Well, those fake ID's really work."

Yeah, Rex's fake ID and a birth certificate he had faked had been the main reason I had gotten my permit. 

I needed to know the name of the guy who was getting him this shit, because he was damn good.

Rex pulled out a large bottle of Jack Daniels, along with two plastic shot glasses, before sitting down in the middle of the living room, and setting the cups down.

I raised an eyebrow, "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Drinking game?"

"Fuck yeah."

"What'd you have in mind?"

I smirked, I already knew which one.

"Truth, strip, or shot."

His eyes turned into recognision of the game that we had made up a little while ago. We'd never actually played it with each other, but we had brainstormed idea's for drinking games. And this one was my favorite idea.

It was like truth or dare, but just truths. Person A would ask Person B a question, and if B didn't want to answer, they didn't have to, but A then descides whether B takes a shot, or takes off an article of clothing. A descides what peice of clothing.

It was a fun concept. 

And now, with Rex, well, this was gonna be interesting.

Because there were some things, that we had never told each other.

And there were some things that we hadn't done yet, and this might be  a good push in that direction.

You know, that direction...

Uh, it's not like I've actually thought about it, you know, cause that would be weird...

Anyway...

Rex poured the first two shots, and I plopped down opposite to him. He pulled something out of his pocket, cigarrette box, Marlboro, and got out a black lighter, lighting the stick up. He took a quick drag, and blew the smoke into the air. I watched as it flew up, curling and twisting until it disappated, a thin trail of smoke came out of the end of the cig.