High On You

chapter eight.

chapter eight.

"What you in here doing, boy?" Don was startled by the voice of his grandmother, he didn't even hear her enter the house. He looked like a deer caught in headlights as the can of beer rested in his right hand.

"Shit," he muttered. "You scared me." His grandmother quickly snatched the can out of his hand and immediately poured it down the drain.

"Didn't we just have a damn talk about this Donnie? Your hard headed ass is starting to piss me off, you know."

He sighed. He was tired of her always trying to lecture him. He was a twenty-two year old man that didn't need his granny babying him 24/7. "Yeah well--"

"Well what?" she snapped raisng her voice.

"Im, grown," he shrugged. She seemed a bit taken back by his response.

"Well if your so damn grown why are you still living with your grandmother? Men live on their own, honey. Now, if you have a problem with my rules, than you can go, but we both know you don't have the means to do so. So until you do, my rule is no drinking. Period. I care too damn much about you to watch you mess yourself up with this alcohol crap. Your daddy was a drunk and his daddy was a drunk, and you see how they both ended up."

She knew what she was saying was tough, but he needed to hear it. Everybody needs a little bit of tough love to get their head on straight. She new that Donnie was a good boy, but didn't want to see him go down the road of distruction. Alcoholism runs in his family and she'd be damned if he fell victim to it. He was her baby and she only wanted to see him do well.

Don just nodded. He respected his grandmother too much to really say anything back to her, so he didn't. He just didn't see the big deal. It was just one drink. He could control himself...at least he thought.

"Now if there's any more alcohol in this house, I suggest you throw it out. I'd hate to have to kick you out."

"Okay, grandma. I'm sorry," he sproke running his hands down his face.

"I'll forget all about it, just don't let it happen again."

He nodded.

"Alright I need to make another run, so I'll be back around six. See you." She grabbed his chin between her fingers and lay a kiss on his cheek. "And clean this place up too."

He chuckled. "Alright, grandmom."

Don sat aimlessly staring into the t.v. watching a basket ball game. Saying that he was bored was an understatement. He was bored and needed something to do in order to stimulate his mind. His mind drifted to Uriah. She had to be the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. It was something about her that was different. She had some type of aura. She wasn't some female that tried to be like a barbie, she was just her. He loved that she didn't try so hard to be perfect. She didn't wear a lot of make up, which means that he could see who she actually was and he loved that. He'd do anything to be able to talk to her right now.

He needed to be in her presence and get to know her. That day when they went out to lunch, it kind of ended on a depressing note. He didn't meant to upset her, but he was just giving her the cold, hard truth. That day she left him with a frown and a dry goodbye. He just wished she'd come to her senses and leave her man, because he felt that she needed someone better, someone like himself. He needed an excuse to see her, but what? Just then he remembered she gave him her number even though she was kind of upset with him, which he was glad for.

"I'm such an idiot," he spoke to himself.
He sent off a quick text to her in hopes of her replying.

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