After school, Brandon and I chatted briefly before I headed home with Justin.
He said, "I'll pick you up at 7:00 PM." I replied, "I can drive myself; I don't plan on drinking."
He responded, "Well, if the others do, carry me home with you." I sighed and got out of the car.
I hadn't seen my mom in six months. I unlocked the door and walked inside, knowing it would be a long evening. I reheated some leftovers, grabbed three sodas, and headed to the theater room.
An hour later, I heard the doorbell ring from upstairs. I paused the movie and went to open the door.
There stood the boys, loaded with drinks, junk food, and beers. Jordan said, "Our house isn't big enough, so we're relocating it."
"What?"
I asked, "No way, what happened to Justin's?"
Justin explained, "My dad is home
