I doubt if the evening could have been much worse, If you want to know the truth. Amelia came out and said she need our help, after entering the restroom I saw Emma, and her marvelous job, I'll tell you. The puke was everywhere except the toilet. The walls, the floor, the sinks- even on the ceiling, though don't ask me how she did that. Amelia, fate would have it, was the one who found Emma and obviously she wasn't doing too well. Seems like one glass of punch really done Emma in, the only option was to clean her up and take her home before the teachers found out about it. Getting drunk was a big deal back then, she'd be looking at suspension or maybe expulsion, if she got caught.
Amelia, bless her heart, didn't want that to happen any more than I did. Though some part of me was like "go ahead! get a suspension letter, punishment for breaking my heart!". But then helper instincts take over me and everyone else too, Amelia took a look at Emma and took immediate charge of the situation. Eric and Diana agreed to stand guard at the bathroom door while me and Amelia tidy it up. So, there I was preached on all fours, cleaning up puke at the homecoming dance in my best blue suit, and Amelia, who actually dragged me into this, was on all fours, forgetting about her dress, doing exactly the same thing.
I could practically here students laughing a squeaky, maniacal laugh somewhere in the distance. Oh my oh my!!
We ended up sneaking out the back door of the gym, keeping her friend stable by walking either side of her. She kept mumbling about her boyfriend, seems like a break-up. I wanted to laugh so badly but I controlled, Amelia telling her not to worry, it's all good. She had a real soothing way of talking to Emma, though she was so far gone. I doubt she even knew who she was speaking. We loaded her on the backseat of Amelia's car, where she passed out immediately, although not before she vomited once more on the floor of the car. The smell was so awful that we had to roll down the windows to keep from gagging and the drive to her house seemed extra long. Her mother answered the door, took one look at her daughter, and bought her inside without so much as a word thanks, I guess she was embarrassed, I mean who wouldn't? and we really didn't have much to say to her anyway. The situation spoke pretty well.
By the time we dropped her off it was eleven thirty-five. We both started heading towards the car.
"I'll drop you, so jump in!" Amelia said while opening the door.
"ok!" i said while thinking, do you expect me to walk home?
I was really worried after we started heading towards our home because of the way she looked and smelled, and I said a silent prayer hoping that old Mason wasn't awake. I have never been in good terms with him and after seeing his dearly daughter with me, in this condition, I doubt I would pass English exam this year. Oh, he'd probably listen to Amelia if she was the one who told him about it, but I had a sinking feeling that he'd find a way to blame me anyway.
Our apartments are close now, as always she was cheerful and wearing a big smile, but I can't the smell was coming from both of us, awful! so, I had a weird face all along. She stopped talking, guess it was my turn to start a conversation
" Do you have any curfew in home?"
what kind of question is this?! I so bad at communicating is all I could say to myself now
" Well yeah! Amelia Garcia has to be home by one"
"of the people I know, you're the only one with an actual curfew" I chuckled.
She looked at me and continued with a smile
"When the clock strikes one of clock, I turn into a pumpkin. Everyone in the senior is used to it by now. I've never once minded having a curfew."
"why?"
" Because truly, it's not like I'm missing out anything so wonderful- and what's the old saying? Nothing good happens after two am; unless you happen to be good at flip cup or poker so you would play that for hours. Not me. No, I'd much prefer to be in my pajamas with a cup of coffee, and a book, thank you very much."
As she said this we both laughed so hard. I couldn't help but think isn't Amelia Garcia is a normal girl too?
So, I walked her to the entrance and we stood outside the streetlight. She crossed her arms and smiled a little, looking just as if she'd come in from an evening stroll where she'd contemplated an island with books.
"So, you won't tell about it to your parents, will you?" she asked
"I won't!"
She kept on smiling when she finally turned my way. "I had a great time tonight. Almost like you were my date."
Here she was covered in puke, actually saying she had a great time. As she went inside I also started walking towards my home. The second floor balcony opened with a bang, I looked up.
"Kiddo, go home soon or else mummy's boy gonna get scolded."
I gave a helpess smile and as I took few steps I realized it.
" I am only 2 years younger and I'm not a mummy's boy, you old hag!!!" I shouted, But all she did was laugh.
Stomped back into my home, and in a very carefully I reached my room. And chuckled about the evening after thinking about the things that I wanted to avoid came straight towards me and I couldn't avoid them, the thing that hit me hard was only one that, Amelia Garcia could really drive a guy crazy sometimes.