Hitchin' A Life, chapter 23
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We walked up the street till we reached my place and we stopped outside the driveway.
"Ok, I'm really nervous," I said to Justin.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine."
"That's easy for you to say... "
"Ok, look, why don't I go to the place we were last night, and find out what happened?"
"... Ok then."
"I'll talk to you later, Okay? And remember: It's going to be OK."
Justin walked towards the bus stop at the end of the street, while I walked up the driveway. It felt like I was walking up Death Row to my excecution. I got my key out of the bag I was carrying, slotted it into the keyhole, and walked inside the hallway. Silence. So good so far...
I walked down into the dining room, to see Mike sitting at the head of the table, like they do in the movies. He was fiddling with the phone in his hands, not looking up from what he was doing. We both remained silent for what seemed like hours.
"Didn't sleep much last night," Mike said, looking up from the table. "Called everywhere to see if you were there."
"I didn't have access to a phone, Dude. I didn't even know where I was."
"Gee, that's comforting for me, isn't it?"
"Mike don't be like that... "
"Well, what am I supposed to be like?"
I couldn't reply to that. He was right.
"Where's Justin?"
I didn't want to tell Mike that Justin was off trying to find out what we did.
"I dunno... "
"Well you better go find out... .Don't think that I'm not calling his parents."
"Yep, alright... "
I walked out of the corridor and went upstairs to my room, grabbed my phone out and dialed Justin's number,
*Justin's POV*
I walked up towards the sticker-covered doorway of the bar and opened the door. The place was deserted apart from one of the guys from last night.
"Hey dude." I said to him.
"Justin! Surprised you made it through the night!"
"Yeah... about that... um... what did we... do exactly?"
The man laughed out loud.
"You mean you don't remember?"
"Not exactly... "
"You forgot a hell of a night dude!"
"Oh CHRIST! Her dad is going to kill me... "
"I know."
"Thanks."
"Just doing my job."
"Look, um... did we... you know... do anything... further?"
"Define further."
"DUDE!"
"Okay okay, you... decided to play 'Spin the Bottle' in front of everyone... for a while. That's as far as I know."
"Thanks man. See you later."
"If you survive!'
I walked out of the bar and my phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey Justin, it's me... "
"Hi... what happened?"
"Just... don't worry about it. Did you find out what happened?"
"Apparently we decided to play Spin the Bottle in front of everyone."
"... Right. Anyway, Mike wants to know where you are. He wants to talk to you."
"Bull...horns."
"Yeah. Call here, I'll tell him it's you."
"Thanks... "
"Hey and look... don't worry... "
"I'd try not to, but he's built like nothing else... he could kill someone!"
"He won't kill you."
"OK, I'll talk to you later."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone and sat down on the curb, and dialed Eliza's home phone.
*My POV*
I walked downstairs with the phone, with Justin waiting on the other line, waiting for his turn.
"Mike, it's Justin," I said, handing him the phone.
"Thanks."
I left then, and went back upstairs. I could hear him through the house. This wasn't going to be pretty...
After about 20 minutes, I went back downstairs. Mike had just hung up the phone.
"Justin and his parents are coming over here in about 20 minutes, ok?"
Bullshit.... this is DEFINATLY not going to be pretty.
"Ok, I'm really nervous," I said to Justin.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine."
"That's easy for you to say... "
"Ok, look, why don't I go to the place we were last night, and find out what happened?"
"... Ok then."
"I'll talk to you later, Okay? And remember: It's going to be OK."
Justin walked towards the bus stop at the end of the street, while I walked up the driveway. It felt like I was walking up Death Row to my excecution. I got my key out of the bag I was carrying, slotted it into the keyhole, and walked inside the hallway. Silence. So good so far...
I walked down into the dining room, to see Mike sitting at the head of the table, like they do in the movies. He was fiddling with the phone in his hands, not looking up from what he was doing. We both remained silent for what seemed like hours.
"Didn't sleep much last night," Mike said, looking up from the table. "Called everywhere to see if you were there."
"I didn't have access to a phone, Dude. I didn't even know where I was."
"Gee, that's comforting for me, isn't it?"
"Mike don't be like that... "
"Well, what am I supposed to be like?"
I couldn't reply to that. He was right.
"Where's Justin?"
I didn't want to tell Mike that Justin was off trying to find out what we did.
"I dunno... "
"Well you better go find out... .Don't think that I'm not calling his parents."
"Yep, alright... "
I walked out of the corridor and went upstairs to my room, grabbed my phone out and dialed Justin's number,
*Justin's POV*
I walked up towards the sticker-covered doorway of the bar and opened the door. The place was deserted apart from one of the guys from last night.
"Hey dude." I said to him.
"Justin! Surprised you made it through the night!"
"Yeah... about that... um... what did we... do exactly?"
The man laughed out loud.
"You mean you don't remember?"
"Not exactly... "
"You forgot a hell of a night dude!"
"Oh CHRIST! Her dad is going to kill me... "
"I know."
"Thanks."
"Just doing my job."
"Look, um... did we... you know... do anything... further?"
"Define further."
"DUDE!"
"Okay okay, you... decided to play 'Spin the Bottle' in front of everyone... for a while. That's as far as I know."
"Thanks man. See you later."
"If you survive!'
I walked out of the bar and my phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey Justin, it's me... "
"Hi... what happened?"
"Just... don't worry about it. Did you find out what happened?"
"Apparently we decided to play Spin the Bottle in front of everyone."
"... Right. Anyway, Mike wants to know where you are. He wants to talk to you."
"Bull...horns."
"Yeah. Call here, I'll tell him it's you."
"Thanks... "
"Hey and look... don't worry... "
"I'd try not to, but he's built like nothing else... he could kill someone!"
"He won't kill you."
"OK, I'll talk to you later."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone and sat down on the curb, and dialed Eliza's home phone.
*My POV*
I walked downstairs with the phone, with Justin waiting on the other line, waiting for his turn.
"Mike, it's Justin," I said, handing him the phone.
"Thanks."
I left then, and went back upstairs. I could hear him through the house. This wasn't going to be pretty...
After about 20 minutes, I went back downstairs. Mike had just hung up the phone.
"Justin and his parents are coming over here in about 20 minutes, ok?"
Bullshit.... this is DEFINATLY not going to be pretty.
