I've never been the crazy one, the one who goes out and drinks, I've never smoked or done drugs. But as I sat here in my room I had the sudden urge to go out and act crazy. The only problem being it was 2am on a monday night and I had school in six hours. Oh that and the fact I'm seventeen which happens to be four years then I remember my parents liquor cabinet downstairs which was just screaming my name, they had enough not to notice one or two bottles gone. Fuck it, I'll deal with the consequence's tomorrow morning.

I rise out of the seat at my desk, that I have been sat at for hour's trying to finish my essay for my history lesson the next day. Stretching out my arm's I start my journey downstairs, just my luck that the floor boards creak as I pass parent's room. Freezing I suck in my breath just waiting for one of them to come out and ask what I'm doing up at this time and to go back to bed. Only when I hear the snore's coming from my dad do I breath again and carry on with the journey, remembering to jump over the spots where I know the floor boards creak. Switching on the light's to the kitchen I make my way over to where the booze is kept.

The thought's of 'Is this really a good idea? I should be doing that essay for tomorrow. ' circle around my head but my body has it's own idea's grabbing a litre bottle of vodka from the front of the cubbard. Before heading upstair's I grab a bottle of coke, a pint glass and a bag of popcorn due to the fact I know I'll get the munchies. Four hour's later I'm laid on my bedroom floor, some how I lost my jean's, finished the litre of vodka and got ahold of three bottles of beer. I have popcorn stuck in my hair from the old 'throw it in the air and catch it in your mouth' game. Settling on the fact I'm bored as fuck I grab my phone and dial the number one speed dial.

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'What the fuck do you want?' Craig's voice tell's me I woke him up and he's not fucking happy.
'Well I jussst felt like a chaat' I slur out, not really sure what else to say.
'At 6am Clyde? SIX FUCKIN AM.' he shout's down the phone but I can't help but laugh when he yawns mid sentence. 'Sorry is waking me up funny to you Clyde?'
'No! No. I didn't realisethetime, I'm bored and sorry-' I slur again, my word's blending into each other, he sigh's then asks 'dude what's up with you? are you drunk? cause your slurring as fuck' I laugh at that,
'I've only had a few drink's dude.' I laugh out, I hear him sigh again. Why is craig always sighing.
'How many is a few Clyde? tell me the truth. Also why is his voice always so cold and harsh aswell. I mean I know people say our voice's are alike but at least I don't sound like stone cold... Oh yeah he asked a question. 'Clyde...How Fucking many?'
'A bottle of vodka ands a few beers, that's all Craig I pwomise.' I pull the puppy dog eyes and pout trick even though he can't see me through the phone.
'Fuck Clyde, I'm coming over.' and he hang's up on me. I lay there just looking at my phone before throwing it over the room, ignoring the sound of it hitting the wall.