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Chapter Two
0 reviews'“You want to see Mikey again, don’t you? You want to get back as soon as possible to see if he’s there. You don’t want to miss a second of him, do you?”'
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Fucking clean up. I got told to start cleaning half an hour earlier than I was supposed to. Actually clean up’s not too bad because no-one came down here during the fair so there’s not much shit to pick up and we’ve finished within 45 minutes, that time including sitting and complaining. It’s 7:15 and starting to go dark. I love the dark, I won’t lie, and on clear nights you can see the stars which, no matter how girly, I also love.
“What do we do know? Bob asks me.
“I honestly don’t know... We could go find someone, we could go to the meeting spot, we could go home for a while, we could... get the alcohol...” I suggest. He’s freaking out, is this good or bad? I can’t really tell yet.
“Alcohol? Frank, that’s so bad! You’re only 15! How is it even possible? But I really do want to...” He’s got a massive grin on his face, just at the thought of it.
I get a card out of my pocket and flash it in front of his eyes “Fake ID, baby.”
“Oh. My. God. You are so irresponsible! But okay, you buy it. What are we getting then?”
“Hmm, something that’s already mixed or something, so we don’t have to get lemonade or coke too to mix it with.”
“Okay, we’ll go to the booze store, can we get something sweet? Which doesn’t taste like alcohol?” he asks and I agree; Sidekick it is then, let’s see what awesome flavours they sell. We start walking, the alcohol store is only a few minutes away, Bob seems pretty eager to get there, though.
“Hey, what’s the rush?” I ask him, he’s never this fast, he hates Gym and he’s even slower when doing something risky.
“Erm, there’s no rush...” he’s a horrible liar, but then it clicks.
“You want to see Mikey again, don’t you? You want to get back as soon as possible to see if he’s there. You don’t want to miss a second of him, do you?” Bob blushes and I know I’m right.
We get to the store and I tell him to wait outside, I mean I can pass for 18 but he looks his age and that might look suspicious if we went in together, I only want to be quick, the less time I’m in there, the less time I have to be found out.
I go in and to the spirits aisle, staring at all the flavours of sidekick; chocolate-mint, strawberry, apple, lemon and lime, cola, blue raspberry... I have enough cash for three so I grab lemon and lime, cola and blue raspberry – I’m shitting myself at the thought of getting found out for an illegal fake ID and attempting to buy alcohol for underage people whilst being underage myself.
I feel calmer at the checkout because a young guy is there, he only looks 18 himself so I might be able to buy them without my ID... Or not...
“Do you hate an ID, mate?” he asks, he doesn’t sound too harsh or threatening.
“Yeah, sure, hold on.” I say, rooting through my bag. Wallet. No. Bus Pass. No. Oh! Jelly Beans, when did they get there? I’ll share them out later with Ray and everyone but still now what I’m looking for.
“Aha! Found it, sorry to keep you waiting.” I say handing him my ID, keeping my voice calm, over the years I’ve gotten better at lying and hiding information from people. Man, he’s taking a while... Shit! What if he thinks it’s fake, please don’t, believe it’s real, believe I’m 18.
He hands me back my fake ID, obviously buying it, I give him the exact change for it, take the bag of booze and go, hopefully not looking too shifty or uncomfortable.
“What did you get?” Bobs asks me as soon as I’m out, we start walking back to the park, ready to meet the guys, it’s 7:50, we have a 5 minute walk to our meeting place and then another 5 minutes until the time we’re supposed to meet there. It’s summer now so when it starts to go dark it takes about an hour and then it’s a really fast sunset.
“I got Sidekick, one cola, one lemon and lime and one blue raspberry.” I answer him after some time, his face lights up at the thought of having sneaky alcohol so really, it didn’t matter to her what I’d got as long as it was illegally purchased alcohol.
About 2 minutes to the park now, 7 until I see him again, I hope he doesn’t bail, for mine and Bob’s sakes, he’s really excited about seeing Mikey again, but I'd love to see Gerard again.
We get to the park and go to the meeting place, it’s really scenic, a huge field full of soft green grass with a few trees around making a little secret cave without a roof so you can still see the sky. If we don’t go home I’m sleeping in there, I’m covered if we don’t go back anyways because me and Ray are staying at Bob’s, his parents are out until Saturday afternoon and his brother will cover for us after the time he was supposed to look after us but snuck out to a party instead.
We sat down on the grass in our favourite area, it’s a little hill which we used to roll down as 5 year olds. We choose to open the lemon and lime sidekick first, with 2 minutes to 8 PM, someone will arrive soon, Bob takes the first drink.
“SHIT! That’s sour!” he exclaims, I take the bottle off of him and have a drink myself; I’ve had sourer.
“It’s not that bad.” I tell him.
“Who else is coming?” he asks me, hmm, I guess I didn’t count... Ray is, Christa is, Gerard is, Mikey is, and I guess that’s it.
“Just Ray, Christa, Gerard and Mikey.” I reply.
“Where’s that Zebra they gave you?”
“I hid it in the trees before we started clean up; I’m gonna go get it actually.” I get up and go to the tree cave, my unnamed Zebra is still there so I pick it up and carry it out to Bob who is sat with Ray and Christa, who are holding hands. Great, just great. A couple who are acting like a couple. Did not need that.
“You named it yet?” A voice says, familiar but I can’t think who it is... A smooth American voice. American... And then I look up to see him.
“What do we do know? Bob asks me.
“I honestly don’t know... We could go find someone, we could go to the meeting spot, we could go home for a while, we could... get the alcohol...” I suggest. He’s freaking out, is this good or bad? I can’t really tell yet.
“Alcohol? Frank, that’s so bad! You’re only 15! How is it even possible? But I really do want to...” He’s got a massive grin on his face, just at the thought of it.
I get a card out of my pocket and flash it in front of his eyes “Fake ID, baby.”
“Oh. My. God. You are so irresponsible! But okay, you buy it. What are we getting then?”
“Hmm, something that’s already mixed or something, so we don’t have to get lemonade or coke too to mix it with.”
“Okay, we’ll go to the booze store, can we get something sweet? Which doesn’t taste like alcohol?” he asks and I agree; Sidekick it is then, let’s see what awesome flavours they sell. We start walking, the alcohol store is only a few minutes away, Bob seems pretty eager to get there, though.
“Hey, what’s the rush?” I ask him, he’s never this fast, he hates Gym and he’s even slower when doing something risky.
“Erm, there’s no rush...” he’s a horrible liar, but then it clicks.
“You want to see Mikey again, don’t you? You want to get back as soon as possible to see if he’s there. You don’t want to miss a second of him, do you?” Bob blushes and I know I’m right.
We get to the store and I tell him to wait outside, I mean I can pass for 18 but he looks his age and that might look suspicious if we went in together, I only want to be quick, the less time I’m in there, the less time I have to be found out.
I go in and to the spirits aisle, staring at all the flavours of sidekick; chocolate-mint, strawberry, apple, lemon and lime, cola, blue raspberry... I have enough cash for three so I grab lemon and lime, cola and blue raspberry – I’m shitting myself at the thought of getting found out for an illegal fake ID and attempting to buy alcohol for underage people whilst being underage myself.
I feel calmer at the checkout because a young guy is there, he only looks 18 himself so I might be able to buy them without my ID... Or not...
“Do you hate an ID, mate?” he asks, he doesn’t sound too harsh or threatening.
“Yeah, sure, hold on.” I say, rooting through my bag. Wallet. No. Bus Pass. No. Oh! Jelly Beans, when did they get there? I’ll share them out later with Ray and everyone but still now what I’m looking for.
“Aha! Found it, sorry to keep you waiting.” I say handing him my ID, keeping my voice calm, over the years I’ve gotten better at lying and hiding information from people. Man, he’s taking a while... Shit! What if he thinks it’s fake, please don’t, believe it’s real, believe I’m 18.
He hands me back my fake ID, obviously buying it, I give him the exact change for it, take the bag of booze and go, hopefully not looking too shifty or uncomfortable.
“What did you get?” Bobs asks me as soon as I’m out, we start walking back to the park, ready to meet the guys, it’s 7:50, we have a 5 minute walk to our meeting place and then another 5 minutes until the time we’re supposed to meet there. It’s summer now so when it starts to go dark it takes about an hour and then it’s a really fast sunset.
“I got Sidekick, one cola, one lemon and lime and one blue raspberry.” I answer him after some time, his face lights up at the thought of having sneaky alcohol so really, it didn’t matter to her what I’d got as long as it was illegally purchased alcohol.
About 2 minutes to the park now, 7 until I see him again, I hope he doesn’t bail, for mine and Bob’s sakes, he’s really excited about seeing Mikey again, but I'd love to see Gerard again.
We get to the park and go to the meeting place, it’s really scenic, a huge field full of soft green grass with a few trees around making a little secret cave without a roof so you can still see the sky. If we don’t go home I’m sleeping in there, I’m covered if we don’t go back anyways because me and Ray are staying at Bob’s, his parents are out until Saturday afternoon and his brother will cover for us after the time he was supposed to look after us but snuck out to a party instead.
We sat down on the grass in our favourite area, it’s a little hill which we used to roll down as 5 year olds. We choose to open the lemon and lime sidekick first, with 2 minutes to 8 PM, someone will arrive soon, Bob takes the first drink.
“SHIT! That’s sour!” he exclaims, I take the bottle off of him and have a drink myself; I’ve had sourer.
“It’s not that bad.” I tell him.
“Who else is coming?” he asks me, hmm, I guess I didn’t count... Ray is, Christa is, Gerard is, Mikey is, and I guess that’s it.
“Just Ray, Christa, Gerard and Mikey.” I reply.
“Where’s that Zebra they gave you?”
“I hid it in the trees before we started clean up; I’m gonna go get it actually.” I get up and go to the tree cave, my unnamed Zebra is still there so I pick it up and carry it out to Bob who is sat with Ray and Christa, who are holding hands. Great, just great. A couple who are acting like a couple. Did not need that.
“You named it yet?” A voice says, familiar but I can’t think who it is... A smooth American voice. American... And then I look up to see him.
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