"Oh God! Oh God no!" groaned trying desperately to cover the pungent smell with the sleeve of my jacket.
Just as I had diagnosed, Billy was past drunk. So drunk he decided to discharge every content in his stomach on Harry's car.
"That's it, I'm walking home." I announced. "Stop the car."
Harry was enjoying this. "Just bear with it a little longer." A mischievous grin formed on his face.
"Oh no! Don't you dare" was all I managed to say before he rolled up my window and locked it. "Oh! Fuck you Harry! Damn it!"
We were minutes away from my house but I swear they felt like years inside the car. I was about to throw up when the car finally stopped and he unlocked the door. I bolted out of the car gasping for air.
Harry had been laughing the whole time.
"Asshole" I spat.
He opened the back door to reveal a sleeping Billy.
"Hey buddy, wake up!"
Billy mumbled something.
"Aunt Sheila is going to kill me." I whined.
"Come on!" said Harry before helping Billy out of the car.
"...the last door is not the breathroom, Sally" Billy was blasting a set of incoherent sentences "w-where is she?"
"Where's who?" I asked impatiently.
"m' girl" he replied with a grin.
"Who? Sally?" was he talking about Sally Thomas? As in Sally Thomas one of the most popular girls in school? The "I only mess around with college boys" Sally? I felt a pang of jealously and disbelief, I spoke once to Sally in an attempt of a small talk when she had sat next to me on Biology, she never lifted her gaze up from her cellphone and only replied to my remarks with a smirk.
Billy's laugh brought me back from my thoughts. "Pff! Not Sally!" and then he proceeded to ramble about other things I didn't understand.
Harry helped Billy into the house, half carrying his limp body. He laid him on the couch and I placed a trash can next to him.
"Make sure to check on him so he doesn't choke on his vomit."
I grimaced, reliving the smell in the car.
"Sorry about your car. Leave it here so I can wash it and you can pick it up tomorrow morning."
Harry shook his head "It's okay! I'll just take it to a car wash, I know one that is open at this hour."
"You're too good of a friend you know that? If it had been my car I would've kicked you out on the spot."
"Yeah well, maybe you should try being a better person Adam" he teased ruffling my hair. "I'll call you later."
And he called me later. In fact he called me five times during that night just so I would check on Billy.
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Crystal Stain
Mystery / ThrillerHarry was my best friend. Every afternoon, during the last seven years, he has come to my house and we've talked about anything from why paper cuts hurt so much to the alternatives of afterlife. He's always been a good friend. The day my parents die...