The Memory Jar (On Hold)

(4) Drunk Ditsy and Deep Conversations

I suggest reading the story again.

(4) Drunk, Ditsy and Deep Conversations

I'm alive.

Bruised, but alive.

I can't believe it.

Those kids are like the devil's servants; Brody being the devil himself.

He has a really good aim with toy trucks. I have around seven bruises on my arms and legs. And the best part is that I have to go back tomorrow. Yay.

Pulling up in my driveway a little after five, I unlocked the door and let myself in. Mom texted me that she went to get the groceries so I was home alone. I took a quick shower and put some cream on the bruises. I realized I had time to kill and I played on the Xbox. Charlie heard from his bedroom the unmistakable sounds of gunshots and joined me.

Our mom found us two hours later shouting at each other because he 'accidentally' threw a bomb at me and tranquillized us with chocolate cake.

"Boys," she muttered, shaking her head at our identical chocolate stains on our faces.

It was almost 8 so I cleaned myself up, changed into a white button up and black jeans, and headed for Diana's house.

Once I parked in front of her house, I walked up to the door and rang the bell. I was attacked by a strong, girly perfume when the door was opened by Mrs. Cole. She had her red hair up in rollers, her plastic-surgery-filled face covered in some ugly green mask, and she was wearing a bright pink tracksuit.

"Drew, darling! So good to see you!" She said hugging me tightly. Well, tight enough with her huge boobs in the way.

"Always a pleasure Maggie" I smiled.

"Come in! Diana's just getting ready." She opened the door and I stepped in. Her house was slightly larger than mine but didn't really have the same, cozy feeling as my house. Mrs. Cole is a socialite and she always keeps the house proper as if the president might pay a visit any minute.

After what felt like forever, she came down and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. She had on a tight black dress that reached above her knees, too-high heels, and a LOT of cleavage (no complains there).

I gave her a kiss and said "Wow Dee, you look hot."

"I know," she said flipping her hair. "You don't look bad yourself."

"Oh Diana!" Her mother butt in. "You look so gorgeous! You better keep an eye on her Drew." she winked.

I chuckled, said our promises to not go too crazy and left. We sat in the car and drove off to Luke's house.

I could hear the pounding music before even turning into his street. Cars piled up in front and various teenagers I vaguely recognized from our school littered the front lawn. I parked near the house next to it and got out.

Once we walked in, I knew it would be a long night. Some people still looked a little sober so the party was just getting started. I turned towards Diana but she was already making her way to a group of girls. I shrugged and pushed my way into the kitchen to try and find my friends. I found Luke getting a beer from the fridge.

"Dude! You finally came! We're playing beer pong in the game room." He said holding four bottles and passing me two.

"Perfect." I said following behind him. The game room was in the basement and it's where the guys always hang out whenever we're at Luke's. It had two flat-screen TVs, two of any game console you can think of (he has an older brother who's in college now), a DVD player complete with shelves full of DVDs, a pool table, foosball, bean bags, and many board games.