Something with a Capital S
WallflowerNerdGirl
When Van Houten had drank all the champagne and finished the last of the sandwiches, I helped Augustus pack up. When that was finished, we stood awkwardly and finally I took the first step down the path, back towards the apartment. Van Houten stood and started to follow.
"Where are you guys going?" He asked.
"Home." I said. Augustus and I kept walking and Van Houten followed.
"You know you can't stay with us, right?" Augustus said firmly.
"Where am I supposed to go then? I'm dead, remember? Why don't you show me some respect?"
"Well if you haven't noticed, everyone here is dead."
I wasn't in the mood for an argument, so I told Van Houten he could stay the night if he needed to. I would just have to explain what happened to Augustus later.
We arrived at the apartment and Van Houten went straight to the tv and plopped down with a thud in the couch. Augustus gave me a look and I beckoned him with me into the bedroom. He shut the door behind him.
"Why are you being so nice to him? Do you not remember him being a total jerk in Amsterdam?"
"Of course I do but-"
"Then why are you letting him stay here in our apartment!?"
"Hey, don't cut me off, and things changed after you died."
"How'd they change?"
"Van Houten came to your funeral," Augustus shivered but I ignored it, "And he apologized for how he acted and everything. He told me that his daughter died of cancer when she was young too. It must've been hard for him. I kind of can't not forgive him."
Augustus sighed. He knew I was right.
"Fine but just one night. He smells like alcohol."
We emerged from the room to find a sleeping, drooling Van Houten on the couch.
Well, that was fast, we were only in there for like, ten minutes. You'd expect him to have a higher tolerance. I thought.
I went into the kitchen with Augustus and sat at the table. I shook my head and tried to not think about the loudly snoring person interrupting our dream lives.