Week 8 Theme

Julia calls me in the next room, she is leaving. She tells me she has to go to her parents for the night, that she can't stay here with him. Which means, I can't stay here either. This presents a problem, I'm drunk. I can't think of anyone to call and I don't want to go to my parents, even though it's only a few miles away. I start to pack my things in the purple duffel bag I got freshman year for the varsity soccer team. I quit the next year, but kept the bag as consolation. I look around the apartment for any strays I left behind, but I'm unable to find any. It's hard to find anything in this place, there is clutter everywhere. A constant morning after look.
As I try to think of a place to stay that doesn't include my mother's nagging questions about what my plan is. Only one person comes to mind. I keep pushing the thought out of my head. He's probably busy anyway, it is Saturday night. I don't want to be rude. I call anyway.
'Hello?' He's at a bar, I can tell immediately. The background noise makes it impossible to hear him.
'Hey, this is Felicia, Caitlin's friend. Sorry to bother you, but I'm in a situation and was hoping you could help.'
'Sure, whatever you need.' He sounded sincere. The noise in the background slowly faded, he was going outside or to the bathroom. This got my hopes up, he wanted to talk at least.
'Well I've been drinking and need a ride.' Oh man I sound desperate. I guess I am though, I hope he doesn't get the wrong impression. Or is it the right impression?
'Yeah, I'll be right there. Umm, where are you?'
'Well that's the thing, I'm in Bucksport. And I need a place to stay. If your busy that's fine, really. Just say so.'
'No, no, I'll meet you at the hardware store in an hour.'

Thank god I don't have to call my mother. I wait in my car in the dark parking lot. Jack Johnson's mellow voice may be a bad choice right now because I find myself drifting off to sleep. I take the keys out of the ignition, you can never be too careful. I once heard of a guy that got an OUI sleeping in his car. He had no intentions of driving, just was tired and had a few drinks. He was being responsible. But he had the keys in the ignition. A cop came along wondering what he was up to and the next thing he know he was getting hauled off to jail. That would be just what I need right now.
I'm blinded by headlights as his car pulls in and I'm instantly more sober than 30 seconds ago. I try to discretely check my makeup in the visor mirror but the light comes on and I know he's looking. So I grab my bag from the passengers seat and lock my doors behind me. I open his door and am overtaken by nerves.  My stomach is in knots and it is not the alcohol. When we start driving he explains that it is his friends birthday and they are all out celebrating. I tell him I'll stay at his house without them, I don't want him to miss out since I'm not 21.
We get to his house and I sit on his bright red couch. I can't imagine him at the store picking this thing out, it must be his roomates'. He gives me the remote and tells me if I smoke, I need to go out back. Then he leaves. I feel weird alone in his house. I barely know him, and haven't even met one of his roomates. I go out back and have a smoke and then fall asleep on the red couch.