SO THIS IS THE MOTHERFUCKING COMMENT BOX RIGHT? YEAH, IT IS NOW. So this is what I wasted a couple of weeks doing. If I get ten reviews or something I'll post the second part :D
Kenny
I'm still a little bit sorry about knocking on your door at 3 AM in the middle of a storm. I remember when you answered the door, you were still as damn short as you always were, but I now towered over you. Me at 6'3" and you at 5'7", and suddenly it really did seem like it had been five years since we had last seen each other.
"... Kenny?" You looked surprised to see me, which was understandable.
"Who is it, honey?" I heard a woman's voice from inside your barely lit house.
"Uhm... it's Kenny."
You opened the door, and I could fully see the inside of your house. It had a beige-and-white color scheme, it seemed very un-you to me, but I guess you knew what you liked. "Hey, can I sleep on your couch?" I asked and began to walk towards the beige couch, setting down my backpack and taking a seat on it. It was really squishy.
"Yeah, sure, go ahead..."
I remember you and Bebe walked back upstairs, as you left I heard her say, "How long is he going to be staying with us?"
"He does this all the time, typical Kenny. He'll be gone soon, he never stays in one place longer than a month."
I woke up about fourteen hours later, I probably would've slept longer, but you dumping water on my face and yanking the sheets off of me woke me up enough to drag myself off of your couch. "So, what are you doing here?" you asked as you tossed me my jeans.
"Well, I just figured I had a bunch of friends up here, so why not come and stop by?" I smiled and began to get dressed. I caught glimpse of your right hand, where a pretty nice-looking ring wrapped around your finger. "So dude, you got married?"
"We're engaged. I... E-mailed you about the wedding. You're invited."
"My laptop was stolen in Mexico."
"What were you doing in Mexico?" You frowned, I could tell you expected some sort of mafia-drug war thing.
"It's where Lizzy wanted to go, we'd been traveling around for a while and that's the place she picked, it was good and cheap, we were gonna stay there for a while but I got bored and she got pissed so we broke up and went back to the US."
"Sounds like you've had a pretty exciting life... Hey, so, where did you go after we graduated?"
"So-Cal, lived in San Diego for about nine months, and then moved around a lot after that, lots of couch surfing. Oh, yeah! Hey, do you want to come to a party with me? A bunch of my friends are throwing a party! Do you wanna come? There just a bunch of friends from high school, you'll like 'em."
"We went to different high schools, dude, I won't know anyone..."
"Dude, it'll be fine, they're all cool people, you'll dig 'em."
"You promise that I won't end up sitting on an alcohol, vomit-covered couch while I watch everybody else have fun?"
"Yes."
I really have no idea what I said to get you to come to that party, and I thought at the time that everything that I had promised would be a reality. I thought we really would both have fun, and that, that we would come home before midnight, I thought I wasn't lying to you. But really, neither of us had any idea just how much I was lying.