13 || These Drunken Hearts

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"I believe when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade... and try to fine someone whose life has given them vodka, and have a party." -Ron White


I DIDN'T GET to go.

That's right. My own family, who I've known for many years, has left me to go to Wet n' Wild. They have been gone for a long time, and it's six o'clock at the moment. I feel so betrayed. Why? Because of my cold. What makes it worse? They left me a vicious dog for 'protection.'

Aaron, to be exact.

"Hey, Hunter, there's a—" He falls on his back after exiting the bathroom, making me laugh.

"I told you I would have by revenge," I said.

He groaned and sat up, rubbing his back. "With saran wrap?" he asked, and I nodded. "You'll have to do better than that."

"So... This doesn't give you bain in any way?" He shook his head but hissed when he stood up. "That gave it away." I said, pointing at him.

"Don't make me regret bringing you." Bringing me?

"Bringing be? To what?"

He rolled his eyes. "A party at Macaulay's."

I fake-gagged and shook my head, "First of all, don't mention his name ever again. And second, barty?"

He groaned once again out of annoyance. "How thick could you get?" He came and sat down on my bed beside me and leaned towards me, making my heart stutter. "Macaulay made a party. He sent you a text, and I read it. I am bringing you with me," he said slowly, as if I didn't know how to speak English.

I pushed him away from me, and he nearly fell down. "You know that only an idiot would go to a barty of Bacaulay's, since it's filled with girls with skimpy dresses, horbonal teenagers, and booze?"

"Yeah..." he said, waiting for me to get to the point.

"Wow... That says a lot." He scowled at me, which made me laugh.

"Why so uptight? Come on, live a little. It's not like we're breaking—"

"But we are breaking the rules," I told him. "I wouldn't go even if my life depended on it. Just... bromise me that you won't go."

"What the—?"


He sighed. "Fine, have it your way."


"I refuse, I refuse! You but me down, you twisted—"

"Ow! Watch it!" This lunatic practically dragged me halfway here to the parking lot, and then carried me. How does no one see him and assume he's kidnapping me? It would be a false alarm, but at least he would get a beating.

I'm laid down on my stomach by his shoulder, and I'm hitting has back several times and wiggling my legs, hoping to hit his eye or something.

"If you don't but be down, I will call someone!"

He stopped in his tracks. "You wouldn't dare..." I dared, and I screamed several times, loud enough for people far away in Kansas to hear.

My loud scream caused Aaron to hiss and run even faster to the car. "Rabist! Kidnabber! Murderer!"

"Oh? So, I'm raping you and murdering you now, all of a sudden?" he said.

"You probably will." He sighed and opened a car door with one hand, the other still holding me in place. How does he do it?

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