Driving Under the Influ, chapter 2
Two day's later, Claudia and Frankito went to a visit at her parent's place, and they would stay there in two week's. "Be a good boy, and don't let the house end up like last time," Claudia warned me. "Alright, alright," I replied. "But you aren't my fucking mom, don't tell me to be 'a good boy. '" Claudia rolled her eye's. "Luckily I'm not," she said and went in the car. I smiled. Finally I could use my idea's for something.
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"Hey Bill. Claudia just left, so we can have the party at my place," I said when I called Billie later that day. "Are you sure? I mean.. You remember what happened last time, don't you?" "Yeah, but.. This time we just clean the house before Claudia is home." I replied. "We? What the fuck does 'we' mean's? You gotta do that by yourself, but the party is fine." I rolled my eye's. "No help, no party," I said evilly. "Alright, alright.. I'll think about it." I smiled. "It work's every time," I said before we hung up.
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"Man, where is Mike?" I asked BJ when the party already was moving. "I dunno.. He said he was going to pick up Harrison, maybe that's the reason." "Oh please. Don't tell me Harrison is coming," I said and rolled my eye's. Billie laughed. "When I say Harrison is coming, then Harrison is coming." "Hey guy's," Mike said. "Oh, Mike.. Didn't actually saw you at once," I replied nervously and looked at Harrison. He smiled one of his retarded smile's. "Hi-i gu-y's." he said and smiled again. "Hi Harrison," Billie said, laughing. Harrison looked at me. "Don't let him come near me, don't let him come near me," I prayed inside me. "H-i Tré.. Is th-is a ni-ce pla-ce to part-y?" Harrison asked me. "No. You better go home." I replied, praying again that he would be stupid enough to listen to me. "Al-rigt, th-en I migh-t ha-ve to ma-k-k-ke s-ome li-fe her-e." Harrison said, still smiling. "Shit," I though. If you ever had Harrison once in your house, he would never leave.
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"Why did Mike have to bring him? Why?" I asked Billie. He rolled his eye's. "Why do you think?" "I dunno. The guy is fucking rearted." "No, not as retarted as you are," Billie said, rolling his eye's again. "But stop thinking about him now and have some drink's with uncle Billie." "Alright," I said and smiled. One drink went tot two, two to three, three to four.. Till the end both of us were to drunk to even know what we were doing..
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"Hey Bill. Claudia just left, so we can have the party at my place," I said when I called Billie later that day. "Are you sure? I mean.. You remember what happened last time, don't you?" "Yeah, but.. This time we just clean the house before Claudia is home." I replied. "We? What the fuck does 'we' mean's? You gotta do that by yourself, but the party is fine." I rolled my eye's. "No help, no party," I said evilly. "Alright, alright.. I'll think about it." I smiled. "It work's every time," I said before we hung up.
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"Man, where is Mike?" I asked BJ when the party already was moving. "I dunno.. He said he was going to pick up Harrison, maybe that's the reason." "Oh please. Don't tell me Harrison is coming," I said and rolled my eye's. Billie laughed. "When I say Harrison is coming, then Harrison is coming." "Hey guy's," Mike said. "Oh, Mike.. Didn't actually saw you at once," I replied nervously and looked at Harrison. He smiled one of his retarded smile's. "Hi-i gu-y's." he said and smiled again. "Hi Harrison," Billie said, laughing. Harrison looked at me. "Don't let him come near me, don't let him come near me," I prayed inside me. "H-i Tré.. Is th-is a ni-ce pla-ce to part-y?" Harrison asked me. "No. You better go home." I replied, praying again that he would be stupid enough to listen to me. "Al-rigt, th-en I migh-t ha-ve to ma-k-k-ke s-ome li-fe her-e." Harrison said, still smiling. "Shit," I though. If you ever had Harrison once in your house, he would never leave.
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"Why did Mike have to bring him? Why?" I asked Billie. He rolled his eye's. "Why do you think?" "I dunno. The guy is fucking rearted." "No, not as retarted as you are," Billie said, rolling his eye's again. "But stop thinking about him now and have some drink's with uncle Billie." "Alright," I said and smiled. One drink went tot two, two to three, three to four.. Till the end both of us were to drunk to even know what we were doing..
