A/N- This is kind of a true story. I did make some things up, but it was my first drink that I ever had, at my friends party. I didn't think I was drunk, but I did feel something. By the way, I'm like Carly, the good girl; and my friend is like Sam. And we're both 21.
iHave A Drink
"Ya sure Spencer isn't coming home any time soon?"
"Yeah. He's on a date with some girl he met at the video store. Why?"
"Well, I've got a reason why I asked that…"
"What is it?"
Sam walked to the cupboard and opened it.
"Uh, no, Sam!"
"What? It's my birthday and I wanna get drunk!"
"Your birthday isn't until tomorrow."
"Tomorrow, tonight; same difference." Sam took out a bottle and a glass. "So, wanna join me?"
Carly got up and walked over to her. "I don't think that's a very good idea." She looked worried. "We're not even twenty-one."
"So." Sam poured some into a glass. "Carls, loosen up and have some fun once in a while." She handed her the glass, but Carly didn't take it.
"No."
"Please. I don't wanna get drunk all alone."
"Well, you are gonna have to, because I'm not."
"It won't be any fun without my best friend."
"Oh, gosh, Sam, that sounded creepy."
"Oh, gosh, Carly, I didn't mean it to sound like that." She mocked. "Come on." She held the glass out to her once again.
"No! I don't want to."
"Just take a sip and I'll leave you alone."
Carly shook her head and walked away. Sam followed.
"Come on."
"No, Sam. How many times do I have to say it?!"
Sam gave a sad face and Carly rolled her eyes.
"Don't try that face on me, because it won't work."
"Run!"
"Why?"
"I'm gonna chase you and make you take a sip. Just giving you a fair warning."
"What? You can't-- Ahh!" Carly took off running to get away from her crazy friend.
Sam continued chasing her until Carly hit her head on the corner of the cupboard.
"Ow!" She held it. "Is it bleeding?"
Sam looked. "Nope. Now, here."
"Would you please stop!"
"Carly, it would mean to world to me if you do."
"Best friends shouldn't give each other peer pressure, you know."
"Well, please."
Carly sighed, "If it would shut you up, then yes."
"Yay! I win." Sam squealed as she handed the glass to her.
Carly held her nose and put it up to her mouth, but didn't a sip yet.
"Do it!"
She looked at Sam with 'I am gonna eyes'.
A second later, she brought the glass down and held it in her hand. "I'm sorry. I can't. Here."
"Chicken." Sam mumbled.
"I'm no animal!"
"Well, you're acting like one."
Carly titled her head and sighed. She was aggravated, but she wanted to prove to her best friend that she wasn't a good girl all the time. So she grabbed, not the glass, but the bottle and took a drink of it.
She slammed it down on the table as she looked at Sam and said, "There! Happy?!"
Sam cracked a smile. "Great job, Carls. Want more?"
Carly gave her a look and said, "You've got to be kidding me?!"
"What? You don't have to. I just asked."
"Well, it wasn't that bad… It actually gave me a rush!"
* * *
Fifteen minutes later…
"Carly, what are you doing?"
"Eating peanuts." She was licking them.
"Um, you suppose to take the shell off first."
"I know. I just like the taste of the salt." Her words were slurred.
"How many drinks did you have?"
"I can't know. Same as you."
Sam went and turned on the stereo and it was blaring.
"Yeah! Party it up!" Carly started dancing. She went around everywhere until she had tripped over her own two feet and onto the floor.
Sam couldn't help to laugh, but she did help her up. "You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just havin' fun."
"Me too, but you know what would make it even more fun?"
"Talk to me."
"Taking a drive." Sam smiled.
"But we're like drunk. We can't drink and drive. Plus, we don't have any license."
"Oh, yeah, that's true… How about we take a cab and find a real party?"
"Or let's just have one here."
"Really? Spencer wouldn't care?"
"He would care a lot, but he won't be home until late, so yeah."
"Okay," Sam pulled out cell phone out from her pocket. "I'm gonna start calling people."
"Well, don't invite a lot."
"Like Freddie and the geeks."
"Sam, he's allowed. He's our friend."
"Oh, man, Freddie is a geek-face. Plus, I can't stand to look at him anymore!"
"Why?"
"Just because."
"Tell me why."
"Just forget it."
"No. Tell me."
"I just can't."
"Why? Did something happen?"
Sam blushed and turned away.
"What happened?"
"Nothing. Just leave it alone."
"Something did. Now spill."
"Nothing, I said!"
"Why are you getting mad?"
"I'm not… It's just-"
"What?"
Sam sighed, "I'm in love with the dork. There, I said it, finally."
"I knew it! But wait, what did happen? You've never answered that part."
"Nothing. Let's party."
"Not until you tell me."
"Just forget it."
"No. Just tell me. It's not like a secret, is it?"
Sam shook her head yes.
"Did you guys kiss or something?"
Sam blushed once again and walked around in circles.
"OMG! When and where?"
"Just forget I told ya." She was about go out the door, but there was a tug at the other end.
The door opened and there stood…
"Spencer!"
"Carly, Sam? What's going on?"
Carly jumped up, trying to hide the half empty bottle behind her back.
"What that?"
"What's what?" Carly looked around. "Um, nice shirt."
"Yeah, but have you guys been drinking?"
"No…"
"Yeah, I bet. I seen the bottle and can smell it."
She just stood there with Sam beside her.
"Carly, I can't believe you…"
"Spencer, I-"
"But I know that you're a teen and wanted to try it, so I'm not the mad. I was one too, so I understand."
"Okay… But Sam made me!"
"Hey!" Sam glared at her.
"Ah, peer pressure. Had a lot of that in my teenage years." He looked at Carly. "Just be careful."
"Okay…" Carly was confused.
He went to his room.
Sam spoke up, "Carly, your brother is like the coolest person ever!"
"Yep, I know." and she smiled.
-The End?-
Should I continue or just leave it like it is?
