"Are you okay now? Do you need more water?" My adoptive mother asked me.
I should really ask her to tell me her name, I mean she is trying to give me a whole company!!
It is hard keeping my composure when I want to scream at some that they are a crazy person. I guess this means they want to actually keep me. Or maybe they are going to wait until grades come out to see if I am smart enough to one day run a company.
"I think we should talk about this more at dinner tomorrow. This is a lot to take in all at once. Is that okay with you?"
Mr. and Mrs. Evans looked so understanding when they said, "Of course, goon up, we will talk about this whenever you feel ready."
I am not kidding when I say I was so close to a run I was walking so fast. Then I remembered that when I asked Liam to come over, I don't think I gave him my address. I don't know why I wanted to tell him all of a sudden, but I needed to talk to someone. No, I thought. I will not call him. I will call miles.
I listen to the sound of my phone as it is calling Miles. I find it soothing, almost like the wind blowing all around me.
"Hello? Hello... Anyone there." I hear Miles talking to me and remember that I was calling someone. Guess I really am tired.
"I am having a mental breakdown internally, and need to go do something stupid to make me feel better you-" I was cut off as Miles started to say, "I'm in."
"Hey, thank you for coming. I just needed to get away from those people for a while."
When Miles doesn't say anything I look over at him to find his head down walking in a slow depressed kind of way.
"So, anything interesting happen today?" I ask hoping he will tell me what is wrong with him.
"Can we just get fucked up? I don't care where we go or who we go to. Let's just go."
I can tell he means it but I still want to deny that he just said that. He doesn't look like he has touched that stuff ever, not he wants to do it all. I figure we could go to a spot I found through Derek a couple weeks ago, I have about 150 bucks on me. That should be enough.
"Okay. Follow me." I then start walking toward The After Party.
The whole way there we talk about useless things and count our money. Together we have over 300 dollars. When we get there I say Derek sent me like he told me to say, and we didn't have to pay the entrance fee.
When we get inside I show my fake ID to the bartender and ask for 2 beers like I've done it before(because I have). He looks over at Miles waiting to see his ID as well.
"Show him your ID man." I say going over to him to take his wallet.
Instead of grabbing his I grab the guy who shoved past us and grab his ID, take it out of his wallet and use my thumb to cover the photo and say, "Two buds, please."
The guy just shrugs and hands us the beers, then I lean over and say, "Ask for whatever you want now. Tequila is pretty strong, get some of that."
"Woah, didn't know you could do stuff like that." Miles looks at me like I just cured cancer.
"Well, when you grow up the way I have, you learn a few thing along the way." I say, even though I have never pick pocketed a guy so buff before.
For some reason, I feel the need to act tough, "It doesn't really matter. You get used to it."
"No way I could get used to almost dying. That guy was huge! If he saw you, we would have been dead."
Just as Miles finishes talking we hear a man that could only be the victim of our crime yelling, "My Wallet!! It is missing. Someone is gonna die tonight."
We burst out laughing and order shots of whatever alcohol is pink and smells like fire.
Miles says he has to pee so I stay at the bar to guard our jackets and whatnot, when I see him. Liam. He is sitting all the way on the other side of the place in a booth by himself. Looks like Ime and Miles weren't the only ones who had shitty days.
When Miles gets back I put my hand on his arm. I don't know why until I look back at Liam and realize I am trying to make him jealous. I want him to feel bad for making me feel bad.
What are you looking at?" Miles asks me.
"Nothing." I say immediately and tilt his head back towards me and kiss him.
Miles pulls back in shock, then quickly recovers and kisses me back. As I kiss him I get wrapped up in him. His arms around my jaw/neck. The smell of his cologne(which I didn't even know he wore). The feeling of his soft lips on mine. We broke apart gasping for air. I just stood there, looking at him and him at me.
"Fuck. I wasn't expecting that." Miles finally says. breaking the silence.
"Well, neither was I. But I liked whatever that was." I say and start laughing.
I hear Miles agree and start laughing too. Then I remember Liam and look over to see him gone. His booth empty, a waiter cleaning it up. At first I feel bad, but then Miles orders 2 more shots and says that will be all and gives the bartender what we owe him.
We leave the bar with our arms over the others shoulder, laughing. We walk over to the side of the building and start kissing again. I don't know if he will want to do this tomorrow, when his head is clear so I kiss him as much as possible.
I break apart when I am out of breath and pull him back to the direction of my house when I realize I should probably take him home. He looks worse than me even though we drank the same amount.
"I like kissing you. More than I liked kissing her anyway." Miles says.
"Kissing who?" I ask. I never even thought that he might be in a relationship.
"You ever been in love? Like actual love?" Miles asks me, looking directly in my eyes.
"No. I haven't ever been in 'love' love." I say feeling guilty for some reason.
"Oh. Well you don't seem like the type to fall in love anyway."
I don't know what he means by that, since we are both drunk, I just don't say anything about it. I listen to him ramble about this girl he dated without really listening. When we get to his house I plop him on his porch swing and head back home.
Not the type to fall in love? I think to myself. What does that even mean? Everyone falls in love eventually. Sometimes multiple times!
When I sneak back inside and finish getting ready for bed,I just lay there and think about my problems, that shouldn't even be problems. This is my thought process:
-I like 2 guys who are both good kissers. Bummer. Haven't even kissed a girl since I got here. Maybe I should just do eeny meeny miny moe.
-This house makes me feel like a spoiled brat. But I like this place because I get food whenever I want and when I come in my room it's always clean.
-I'm going to get a whole company when I graduate college.
-I have to start actually thinking about college.
-I won't ever have to think about money in the same way again.
I think about all these things as if they are burdens but I know they aren't. I just got lucky I guess. I slowly drift off thinking about how my life is going to change when I start to hear a tapping at my window. I hesitantly get out of my bed and walk over to the window. When I lookout I see an angry looking liam standing there.
"Oh shit" I say to myself. Right before I pass out.