Chapter 9
I'm never, ever, ever, going to let Apollo drink ever again. Ever.
"When I'm old an' married... I'm going to name my children Hannelore and Sven," Apollo's hand is slowly running down my back. I place it back on my shoulders and try to keep him from tipping over.
"Okay."
"Do you know what word I really like? Dipthong. Dipthong dipthong." I refuse to answer him. I just wish that we could some how teleport back to my house. I mean I'm carrying about two hundred pounds, that's my weight and whatever Apollo is setting on me, and it's really starting to make my feet and legs hurt. Especially in five inch heels. Why does the walk home from the City Circle have to be so damn long, anyways?
By the time we reach my house, I'm almost numb from the hips down. I let Apollo try to stand up straight by himself, but he ends up almost stumbling into a wall. Trying to get him upstairs to my room is even more eventful. After about ten fifteen minutes of talking him out of drinking any more, I get him to lay down on my bed.
"Hey Apollo, you're going to..." I turn around, and Apollo is asleep, "... Need to get... Oh screw it." I start to undress for bed, taking my hair out, folding up my shawl, taking off my dress and hanging it up in my closet. I'm so glad that Apollo's asleep, because if he saw me without a top on, he would never let me hear the end of it. When I'm dressed, I walk over to the sleeping man on my bed and look down at him. Apollo's a handsome guy, with or without his blue lipstick. I brush some of his brown hair off of his face and leave my bedroom.