Sinning like a saint // BJA

[39] Stair slide

"I'm here!" Billie announced through the whole house, knowing it was empty, as the front door flew open.

I turned in my seat on the sofa away from the TV, a large smile showing on to my face as I saw the alcohol in his hand. And then him.

"Beers!" I cheered happily as I jumped off the sofa and took them from his hands.

"Hey! What you doing?" He asked me slightly confused but smiling too as he took off his coat and hung it with the rest on the coat pegs beside the front door at the bottom of the stairs.

"Putting them in the kitchen." I shrugged obviously, walking away with them as I heard the front door and close and him follow behind me.

"You could at least pass me one!"

"Wait!"

"What do you mean wait! I bought, got and fetched them!"

"And thank you!" I sighed before walking in to the kitchen. I placed the pack of beers on the counter top side as I turned to him, not realising how closely behind he was follow. "Oh- hey there,"

He rolled his eyes smiling, before he placed the palms of his hands resting over my shoulders and kissed the top of my head . "When can we have one?"

"Well.... it's dark outside. Toms at his friends, my moms out. It's nearly midnight- since you came late. So... now?"

"Sounds good." He smiled happily before shoving me, not too hard but eager for beer, out the way.

I laughed stumbling slightly as he grabbed himself a beer and broke it from the seal.

"At least grab me one," I added.

Then he took another one, before dangerously tossing it over as I just managed to catch it.

The last thing I would be needing was a replay of the time Mike threw Tre a beer. Only for him to miss it as the beer can exploded and beer went everywhere- the very same day I had to wear Billies shirt, open the door to his girlfriend and his girlfriend stole Billie for the day while me, Mike and Tre played on the instruments waiting for him to get back.

"That could've gone terribly wrong," I mumbled, before cracking open the can and taking a sip.

"Are we getting drunk in the kitchen?" He asked, with a confused look as he looked around the room. "We never get drunk in here?"

"We hardly ever get drunk in doors Billie that's why,"

"Alright- alright. Good point. Well... I don't wanna get drunk in the kitchen. This feels weird. I feel like I'm about to get screamed at by your mom for bringing over beers and allowing you to drink them," he laughed slightly. Referring to my mom who although knew I was near enough close to being an adult, did not allow me to drink under her roof. As to why I never even drunk under any roof. Normally in a field. "Let's go get drunk in your room or something,"

"You wanna go get drunk in my room?"

"Yeah, let's go do that,"

He had odd reasoning, but Billie always had. So surely enough, Billie made sure to take the beers as we left the kitchen walking through the empty living room.

Whilst I was waiting for Billie to come over with the beer earlier on, I had been watching some shifty nature channel that was still on as of right now, I left the tv turned on in the dark empty room as we left and went up the stairs, kicking the door open to my room.

He placed the beers down on my work desk, slightly shoving away my school work to make room but I didn't really care too much about that.

I went over and sunk into my blue bean bag anyone hardly ever used that just chilled in the corner, obviously with the beer in my hand as Billie sat beside the beers on my desk chair.