six years and a day
I don't know what time I had passed out, but when I wake up again, almost everyone is curled up on the basement floor. My phone reads 3:12 AM, so he is the second thing that comes into focus.
"Do you think--" we lay on our sides, eye to eye, "do you think your mom saw us last night?" There's really no reason to whisper; everyone is gone except for us.
"Yeahh..." Slurred and defeated, I bury my face into my arms again.
"You really think she saw us?" Tap on my shoulder; tap, tap, tap.
"Yeahh...I really think she did."
The rest is muddled, not counting the parts when he carried me to the car and sat between the seats so I could rest my head on his shoulder.
Some things we never really do remember accurately.
"Do you think--" we lay on our sides, eye to eye, "do you think your mom saw us last night?" There's really no reason to whisper; everyone is gone except for us.
"Yeahh..." Slurred and defeated, I bury my face into my arms again.
"You really think she saw us?" Tap on my shoulder; tap, tap, tap.
"Yeahh...I really think she did."
The rest is muddled, not counting the parts when he carried me to the car and sat between the seats so I could rest my head on his shoulder.
Some things we never really do remember accurately.