I was sitting on the floor, giggling like a little kid. Drew was sitting on the floor opposite me, laughing just as hard as he tried to finish his story. I’d forgotten what it was about we were laughing so hard. He took another swig of his root beer.
Him:Are you sure there isn’t alcohol in this? I feel so loopy.
I giggled harder. Me: Nope, there shouldn’t be.
Him: Maybe your dad spiked it.
I laughed moronically. Me: I wouldn’t put him past it.
We really did look drunk.We were acting drunk. But I wasn’t high on alcohol. I was high on Drew.
Him:What time is it anyway?
Me(Staggering up to look at the clock): Um, 2.
Him: Crap. Mom’s gonna kill me.
For some reason he found this hilarious and collapsed onto the ground in a fit of giggles.
Me(sitting beside him): I think you’ve had to many root beers.
Him: nonsense. I’ve only had five.
He laughed again and suddenly pulled me very close to him, wrapping his arms around my waist. He pressed his mouth against my neck.
Me: Drew…
Him(scowling): oh, right.