To Hell and Back #2

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Chapter 2-

Why do You Think it's Called a Party, Stupid?

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A black and white checkered shirt, black jeans and white sneakers. I observed myself in the full length mirror from my room, and striked a random pose, hoping the outfit looked good on me. I crossed my arms, and turned halfway to the side while giving the mirror a brooding look.

I shouldn’t go.

“What are you doing?” I jumped at the sound of my sisters voice.

She stood in the doorway giving me a funny look having caught me in my silly pose in a silly outfit in front of a silly mirror. I tried to look like I didn’t care that she just caught me doing that, but on the inside I felt really stupid.

“Nothing, but I’m gonna be going out for a few hours or so. Is that okay with you?” Of course I wouldn’t go if Dakota or Max didn’t want me to.

Dakota just grinned. “Of course it’s okay with me, Lee. Go out and have fun!” She seemed to be chipper of the fact that I’ll be leaving for quite awhile.

“Alright, alright, but you know the rules don’t you? Don’t answer the door, don’t leave the apartment, take care of your brother-”

“And call you if anything happens. Yeah, yeah, I know!” Dakota finished my sentence.

I know she knows, but she never seems to follow them when I’m away, and that’s what worries me.

“Are you sure? Because you don’t usually follow these rules when I’m gone, and it’s a pretty big deal, Dakota.” I frowned. I wanted to make sure she knew because I didn’t want anything to happen to them because Dakota made a silly mistake. I don’t want anything to happen to them period actually.

“I know, but I swear everything will be fine. You can even call when you start to get too worried, and I’ll answer to reassure you.” She assured me. Okay, that made me feel better.

Maybe I should just get a babysitter.

“Now, come on! You look nice, and it’s time to show that off!” Dakota exclaimed as she got behind me and tried to push me out the door which didn’t really do much.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text from Andy telling me he was outside and to hurry up. I was going to take my time as I let Dakota push me out the door.

“Okay, I’m going. Just be safe, please!” I said to her as I went to the front door.

“Everything is in good hands, Lee! You’ve got nothing to worry about.” She smiled as she closed the door in my face once I got out into the hallway. I sighed in relief when I heard the lock on the door click meaning she locked it.

Little did I know, I was going to have a lot to worry about.

I headed outside and I saw Andy’s car right outside the apartment building. Andy was sitting in the driver’s seat of the car, and he looked right at me as I headed outside and towards his car. He looked the same since the last time I saw him. Maybe his brown hair is a bit longer, but it’s still pretty short. He still has the same black framed, round glasses over his blue eyes. It matches the black buttoned up shirt he’s wearing, and I could see the gray jeans he had on as I got to the enger side. His sleeves were halfway rolled up to his elbows, and his collar was folded nicely around his neck. He looked really good. Better than how I looked.

“You look good, Lee. I’m proud of you.” Andy smiled at me as I got into the enger seat. The same dimples whenever he smiled. I it was every girls weakness back in high school.

“You look better than I do.” I mumbled as he drove off. It looked like he put a lot of time and effort into his attire, and it worked out well for him.

Andy chuckled in response as if he didn’t know how to reply to that. Let’s just say he knows my secret. That I’m gay. No, I never told anyone. Not my brother or my sister, or the other friends I used to have. I’ve only told Andy because he was like my best friend so I trusted him with it, and he was pretty cool with it. He ed it, and still does. I’ve been like this for about eight years. I’m handling it better than I used to, and that’s good. I’m not sure what Andy thinks knowing I’m gay. Whenever I compliment him, he always just chuckles nervously like he doesn’t know how to reply. Does he think I’m just going to fall in love with him? Not that I have which I haven’t, but I never say anything about it because that’s not a subject I want to dwell on with him. If he wants to talk about it, he could always ask me, and I wouldn’t mind.

“Is there going to be a lot of people?” I asked him after about five minutes of silence. Well except for the radio blasting pop music. He’s always liked pop music, and everyone thought he was gay for that which was stupid to me. Why call someone gay because they like something different than what guys normally like? It didn’t make sense to me, but Andy was never bothered by it nor was he ashamed of liking pop music, and I like that about him. How he’s never ashamed of himself. I ire him for that.

Andy laughed. “Why do you think it’s called a party, stupid?”

Instead of replying to that, I just looked out the window. My thoughts started to surface as the pop music slowly faded into just faint background noise.

There was no way I was going to get drunk tonight. I’m not sure if I would even drink. Who’s to say I would want to stop after one drink? Even if Andy is the driver, I can’t get drunk. I have two kids to look after, and I can’t do that if I’m drunk off my ass. I would be irresponsible just going back home drunk, and what if something bad is happening at home while I’m drunk? What would drunk me do if they went back home to find a robber in their house? Probably offer them a damn drink. I could just imagine it.

“Hey, Lee!” Andy was calling my name.

My eyes blinked twice as I seeped back into reality and looked over at my friend who was staring back at me.”What?”

“We’re here.” He told me.

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The next chapter should be a lot more interesting, but I hope you still enjoyed this one.