Awkward.

4. First Drinks for the Beginning of World War Will

October 6th, 2003
8:39 PM

149 Coastline Road, Hawkins, California

   Dustin and I were getting ready to walk a few blocks to the freshman's house party. It was technically a senior party, but the freshman tried to get brownie points with the team.

   "Are you ready?" I asked, and Dustin grabbed me by the shoulder. "Ouch, ow, I'm still sore," I yelped.

   I had just gotten my 'high five' cast off and got downgraded to a sling, though I still had a cast. That started at my mid-bicep and to my wrist. I didn't break my hand or any fingers.

   "Oof, sorry," Dustin said before glaring at me and pointing in my face. "I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me who you are going to this lame jock party for? Is it the guy you lost your virginity to?" Dustin said, and I sighed. He was my best friend in the entire world, and he couldn't keep a secret... Though I was tired of keeping this one.

   "Billy Hargrove," I said, and Dustin's face went through several emotions all in ten seconds: confusion, denial, disgust, excitement, and judgment.

   "Dude..."

   "What.... He knows how to find my clit," I said, giving him a reason not to press any further. "Oh shut up," I rolled my eyes as he made a show of gagging.

   "Please never talk about your clitoris again," Dustin turned up his nows, "See, it's gross,"

   "No, the only gross thing about this is you are saying the full term for 'clit,'" I said.

   "Stop talking about your clitoris!" Jonathan gagged. Dustin and I looked at each other and started laughing. "Where are-" Jonathan dry heaved as we walked into the kitchen. Mom rolled her eyes and waved him off.

   "Where are you going? I thought you had to work tonight." Mom smiled at us. I wore less baggy clothing, and Dustin wore a backward hat and a band T-shirt rather than his normal nerdcore shirts.

   "Robin asked me if she could take my shift because he needed more money," I told them, "We are going down to the Franklin's for a party,"

   "Oh, Mike is at that party," Nancy smiled at me. They had moved into the house despite my pleas that I was okay. I felt bad they left LA for me.

   "Were you invited... that's sort of a jock household," Jonathan raised an eyebrow suspiciously, "Just don't want you to be 'Carrie'd'"

   "No, I was invited."

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15 Hours Ago
   Waking up at 3 AM just to get fucked was pathetic, but it was necessary. My mom had just left to start her shift at Walmart, Nancy was asleep, and Jonathan's friend Argyle had bathed the house with Jon smoking cannabis. I couldn't even ask Jonathan which way he was right when he was stoned, so it was easy to sneak out into my old treehouse.

   "Awe... you have a little stuffed SpongeBob?" Billy took a break from shoving his tongue down my throat. He was pinning me down on the old couch we moved out here a couple of years back. "You're so cute,"