disposition. | jack gilinsky

| Chapter 10 |

Half the people inside the party were passed out, the rest were in their own minds and worlds. Jack searched for Skate while I searched for Cousin Jack. I found him in the bathroom making out with the two chicks from earlier, he was half naked and it was something I really didn't want to see.

"Dude," I spoke with a raspy voice. "We gotta go. Your mom came home early and she's pissed."

"Fuck," he groaned. "Well, ladies, if you'll excuse me."

The girls whined, pulling him back down as he attempted to get back up.

I sighed and pulled him back up. "You'll see him at school for fuck sake. Let's go, Jack."

I yanked him out the bathroom and he grabbed his clothes off the floor on the way out. I found Jack who got the car keys from Skate and we headed outside.

On the way back to the house, which would be a very short ride, I had to keep nudging Cousin Jack to wake up and put his shirt back on. All while putting my number in Gilinsky's iPhone. We pulled up and Cousin Jack crawled out of the back seat, groaning toward the pavement.

"I feel like shit," he yelled. I immediately shushed him and turned to look at Gilinsky.

"Um," I bit my lip. "So I'll see you later, yeah?"

"Yeah...later," he grinned.

I quickly moved in and kissed him deeply, softly moaning into his mouth.

"I wish you didn't have to go," he said in a husky voice.

"We can't all be 18 and legally free like you, at least not for a few more weeks," I sighed.

"Hmm, can't wait." He kissed me again and I pulled away to get out the car. Halfway out, I got back in and kissed him again.

When I finally got out of the car, Cousin Jack threw up on the grass.

"Fuck my life," he groaned.

"Come on, Cuz." I picked him up, putting his arm around my shoulder and we walked inside the house.

Aunt Sophia was sitting on the couch with her arms folded and drinking a martini. She downs it, olive & all, and walks up to us.

"I'll deal with you both in the morning. Take his drunk ass upstairs. Make sure he sleeps on his side and put a bucket by his bed. I'm not running a barn here," she demanded.

I just nodded and did what she asked. We had to make a pit stop at the bathroom so Cousin Jack could throw up again. I rubbed his back and ran downstairs to get him a Gatorade to drink before bed.

"I can't drink anything anymore, please don't make me drink it," he pleaded as I helped get his smelly shirt off.

"You have to stay hydrated or else you'll wake up feeling shittier than you do right now. Trust me," I informed him. "Are you wearing boxers?"

"Uh huh." He sounded like a child.

I unbuckled his pants and let them fall on their own before getting him into the bed.

"I'm not leaving until you finish drinking it."

I sat on the edge of his bed and went through my phone as he took small sips from the bottle. He silently groaned everytime he had to swallow. i went on Facebook to look for Gilinsky and I found him. Most of his page was public and I looked at pictures from his childhood that he was tagged to. I chuckled silently to myself as I scrolled through them, getting lost in the time. Cousin Jack ended up falling asleep, having finished only half the bottle. It's funny because it's usually people taking care of me. Never the other way around. I rolled him onto his side and placed the extra pillows behind him so that he wouldn't roll back.