On May 5th, 2017, Randy, Molly, me, and all the other seniors graduated. All of us decided to celebrate by going over to some rich teen’s suburban mansion for a graduation party. There was alcohol and weed, so, automatically, I shown up. Molly wanted to go, which meant Randy had to go, which didn’t make him happy, considering the fact that he didn’t like to go to parties for some reason.
Molly and Randy were dancing on the huge dance floor in the rec room, while I was sipping red wine from a red cup while taking puffs from a blunt. I was so fucking high, I swore to God I saw a unicorn fucking a cheerleader from behind. Suddenly, my stomach started growling, and I felt something rise up to my mouth. Bile touched my taste buds, and I realized that I must’ve drunk too much, because I was going to throw up. I made like the linebacker that I was and tackled everyone who just happened to unfortunately be in my way, and I ran straight to the bathroom. The bathroom, I’ll admit, was elegant; however, there was no time to admire the elegance of a God damned bathroom. Closing the door behind me, my stomach heaved something fierce, and I barely made it to the toilet before the bile started seeping out of my mouth. When I reached the toilet, I threw up into it. I didn’t know how long I was in there, but I must’ve been in there for a long time, because when I got out, there were only 15 people there, when it used to be over 50 people. Among those 15 people was Molly who was sitting by the bathroom door, texting on her phone.
Molly and I haven’t talked much about the kiss that happened two years ago, but we talk more frequently now, even when Randy wasn’t around. “Molly, where’s Randy?” I asked her. “He left, along with the other people. He said that he was going home,” she replied, not looking up. “Who are you texting?” I asked, sitting beside her. “Randy. I just told him that you finally got out of the bathroom. He asked me to give you a ride to your house,” she replied, getting up from the floor, “You ready to leave?” “Hold up. Let me get something right quick,” I said. I went over to the refreshment table, grabbed an empty bottle, and started pouring red wine into the bottle. Then, I filled my pockets with as many leftover blunts as I could carry. When I came back, Molly was laughing her ass off. “Oh my God! I can’t believe you!” she exclaimed with laughter. “What? I can’t smoke some weed?” I asked with a cocky laugh.
Soon, we went out of the house and into Molly’s pickup truck. It was red and it looked new. Molly got it from the money she earned at her job at a local auto parts retailer, where she is paid to fix other people’s cars. When we got inside, we drove off. As we were driving, Molly asked, “Is it true that you and Randy live together?” “Yep,” I replied, staring out the window. “Why? Does he have any parents? Do you?”Molly asked. “We don’t have any parents. We both never knew our parents. Before my aunt came along, we were both foster kids going from home to home until we eventually found each other. Then, we became friends. And soon, we became brothers. I would never hurt my brother,” I explained. At first, she was silent. Then, she asked, “So that’s why you won’t marry me?” At first, I was confused, but then I realized what she meant.
“Yeah; I don’t want him to be heartbroken. Plus, I’m over you, girl. I only see you as a little sister. I’m sorry,” I replied. “Brian, I’m a year older than you; I’d be an older sister to you. And there will always be people who will hurt. There will always be people that you have to hurt in order to get what you want,” she said, putting her hand on my lap. “You don’t understand what it’s like to have a brother to look up to. I look up to him; he’s my older brother and the only father-figure I ever had. He cares about me the way that no one has ever cared for me. Not even my parents could care the way he does. I don’t want our brotherhood to be broken by anything or anyone,” I explained, taking her hand off of my lap.
