Forever and Always #6

Written by J.J. © 5, August, 2009

Three months later we'd sold S's place and bought a new one three towns away. My parents would never look here, and I doubt the police would either. Everything was perfect.

As we lay side by side on the bed smoking our cigarettes S smiled up at the ceiling. "I told you everything would be fine."

I was so happy I was actually blushing. "I can't believe how fast everything moved.. Usually it takes a year or more to sell and buy houses like that."

"We got lucky." He smiled, like there was something he was trying to hide.

"Alright, spit it out, what is it?"

"Nothi--" A train drove by and he looked over to me laughing.

I smiled, "We'll live."

He kissed me on the lips. "Things couldn't have worked out better." He smiled kissing me again.

"The news is almost on." I said turning the TV on. As soon as the news came on we exchanged a glance, afraid of what we might see... And of course, we saw it.

I turned the TV off irritated. "This is ridiculous! What the fuck are we going to do?!"

"Relax."

"What?!"

"We're going to relax."

"Umm, how?!"

He took me by the hand and we walked into the kitchin. He rumaged around the fridge and pulled out some Smirnoff. I took the bottle right out of his hand and chugged a quater of it down. "Why are they doing this? Why are they trying to ruin our lives?"

Without answering, he took the bottle out of my hand and chugged half down. "Their assholes."

I snatched the bottle back and drunk what was left. "It's not fair."

"Let's have a party."

"What?"

"I mean it, right now, call all your friends."

I smiled, and I did as he said, even though I already felt sick from skulling to much Smirnoff. That stuff reminds me of nailpolish remover, for some unknown reason.

S ran to the shops and came back with 2 boxes of Jacks in his arms.

"S! How'd you afford this?" I laughed.

Then 3 other guys walked in behind him holding boxes and bottles, all filled with alcohol.

I smiled and he grabbed the phone, and started calling even more people to come to the party.

8 Friends ended up showing at the party, all 13 to 16 year olds, but all of S's friends didn't seem to mind, he must have invited 50 people, which were scattered in and outside the house in half an hour.

"S.. I don't think we should really be having a party after--"

"Someone needs some booze over here!" A guy called out chucking a bottle of jagermeister my way. I caught it and looked over to S, who was just smirking, expecting me to drink that shit. To my supprise, I opened the bottle and began skulling.

In no time everyone was circled around me chanting, but no matter how much I tryed, I wasn't going to get that whole bottle down. I chugged a quater and almost threw up.

"She's gonna puke!" Some chic yelled out, and everyone took a step back.

I didn't puke, no dry heaves or anything, all that came out of my mouth was, "Yuck."

Everyone cracked up laughing and someone cranked the music up.