first off let me start by saying that this is a work of fiction, mixed with a bit of fact, and a touch of personal fantasy. all u really need to know before reading this is that the girl is my best friend(i'm a guy) and i just want to see what people's first reactions r to this. and to help with the smaller details i'm 15 and so is my friend but this takes place a few years from now. thats about it. enjoy.
This happens the same way pretty much everytime. The late night call, the drive to where ever it was she called from. It doesn't happen often, but it isn't uncommon. I awoke to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I squinted at the time and decided my clock said 2:13. She had the same little girl sounding voice. A few drinks will do that to her. She was drunk and needed a ride home. It was hard to say whether or not I minded. I would pass it off as not minding it enough to hassle her about it. Usually at that point I'd shrug it off and send it off to the back of my head. I threw on some clothes, ran my hands through my hair so I didn't look too bad, and grabbed my keys. The time was closer to 2:43, dismissing my first guess. I was lucky I was so tired, too tired to think too much about what was going on. I had just enough concentration to get to the school, which was where she resided. I passed a house with activity going on inside. It looked as if it might've been a party, or the end of one. It made me wonder if she came to the school from there. I deemed it unimportant and pulled up in front of where she was standing. As soon as she sat down there was this almost awkward tension lingering in the air. It left me at a loss of how to react, or even initiate a reaction. She just sort of smiled and thanked me. Her face gave off a shade of blue making me a little alarmed. I worked my jacket off and told her to put it on, she tried to decline, but I pointed out she was freezing and that she should put it on. She didn't really fight it beyond that, I'm not sure she could've. We spent the remaining time in silence, with her looking out the window into the darkness. She asked I not take her straight home so I took a scenic road. She put her chair back and basically passed out. At least now I could see her face. The night sky resembled a painting I once observed. A real famous one, by Van Gough. Starry night, I thought to myself, trying to recall the name. Morgan would stir every once in a while. I glanced over and she was awake, or at least concious. She was looking at me with this almost sad expression on her face. She reached over and touched my shoulder and then sort of pulled at my arm. I gave it to her and she embraced my hand. I glanced over at her again and saw that her face showed more appreciation and gratitude than sadness. I wondered if it were possible to mix the 2 up.
She dozed off again a few minutes from her house. I parked a house down because I didn't want to wake her parents, for obvious reasons. She still wasn't up and it didn't look she would be able to get in by herself anyway. So I took it upon myself to sneak her in. I went around the car and opened her door. I asked her if she thought she could walk and I wasn't getting much of a response. I took off her seatbelt and scooped her up out of the chair. Her head rested on my shoulder while her arm layed outstretched somewhere behind my neck. She had gotten real thin over the past few months. I was worried she was anorexic, and that she wasn't eating again. We got to her door and she was able to stand on her own with little support. She spent the next minute rummaging around in her bag looking for her keys before I reached in and grabbed them after a few seconds. I unlocked her door and handed her the keys back. I opened it up as quiet as I could and led her in. We approached the stairs and she put her arm around me for guidance. We took it step by step, but we made it to her room. I closed the door behind me and took her bag and put it against the wall. She sat down on her bed and motioned me to sit down beside her. I tried not to sit down too hard to keep from disturbing her. She wrapped her arms around my stomach and held her head to my shoulder. She hugged me tightly and I returned the gesture. In the truest and sincerest tone, her soft voice let out an "I love you". I responded that I loved her too. We remained there for a moment or 2 more and then released. I've always felt that I could never describe these moments, the feelings they bring. I looked at her face, stood up, and before leaving gave her a kiss on the forehead. I wished her goodnight and to have sweet dreams and closed the door after I left. I made it out of the house without trouble. I suspect one of her parents woke shortly after I left, but it didn't make me uneasy. I got home and sat down at the computer. I knew I wouldn't be getting to sleep tonight.
This happens the same way pretty much everytime. The late night call, the drive to where ever it was she called from. It doesn't happen often, but it isn't uncommon. I awoke to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I squinted at the time and decided my clock said 2:13. She had the same little girl sounding voice. A few drinks will do that to her. She was drunk and needed a ride home. It was hard to say whether or not I minded. I would pass it off as not minding it enough to hassle her about it. Usually at that point I'd shrug it off and send it off to the back of my head. I threw on some clothes, ran my hands through my hair so I didn't look too bad, and grabbed my keys. The time was closer to 2:43, dismissing my first guess. I was lucky I was so tired, too tired to think too much about what was going on. I had just enough concentration to get to the school, which was where she resided. I passed a house with activity going on inside. It looked as if it might've been a party, or the end of one. It made me wonder if she came to the school from there. I deemed it unimportant and pulled up in front of where she was standing. As soon as she sat down there was this almost awkward tension lingering in the air. It left me at a loss of how to react, or even initiate a reaction. She just sort of smiled and thanked me. Her face gave off a shade of blue making me a little alarmed. I worked my jacket off and told her to put it on, she tried to decline, but I pointed out she was freezing and that she should put it on. She didn't really fight it beyond that, I'm not sure she could've. We spent the remaining time in silence, with her looking out the window into the darkness. She asked I not take her straight home so I took a scenic road. She put her chair back and basically passed out. At least now I could see her face. The night sky resembled a painting I once observed. A real famous one, by Van Gough. Starry night, I thought to myself, trying to recall the name. Morgan would stir every once in a while. I glanced over and she was awake, or at least concious. She was looking at me with this almost sad expression on her face. She reached over and touched my shoulder and then sort of pulled at my arm. I gave it to her and she embraced my hand. I glanced over at her again and saw that her face showed more appreciation and gratitude than sadness. I wondered if it were possible to mix the 2 up.
She dozed off again a few minutes from her house. I parked a house down because I didn't want to wake her parents, for obvious reasons. She still wasn't up and it didn't look she would be able to get in by herself anyway. So I took it upon myself to sneak her in. I went around the car and opened her door. I asked her if she thought she could walk and I wasn't getting much of a response. I took off her seatbelt and scooped her up out of the chair. Her head rested on my shoulder while her arm layed outstretched somewhere behind my neck. She had gotten real thin over the past few months. I was worried she was anorexic, and that she wasn't eating again. We got to her door and she was able to stand on her own with little support. She spent the next minute rummaging around in her bag looking for her keys before I reached in and grabbed them after a few seconds. I unlocked her door and handed her the keys back. I opened it up as quiet as I could and led her in. We approached the stairs and she put her arm around me for guidance. We took it step by step, but we made it to her room. I closed the door behind me and took her bag and put it against the wall. She sat down on her bed and motioned me to sit down beside her. I tried not to sit down too hard to keep from disturbing her. She wrapped her arms around my stomach and held her head to my shoulder. She hugged me tightly and I returned the gesture. In the truest and sincerest tone, her soft voice let out an "I love you". I responded that I loved her too. We remained there for a moment or 2 more and then released. I've always felt that I could never describe these moments, the feelings they bring. I looked at her face, stood up, and before leaving gave her a kiss on the forehead. I wished her goodnight and to have sweet dreams and closed the door after I left. I made it out of the house without trouble. I suspect one of her parents woke shortly after I left, but it didn't make me uneasy. I got home and sat down at the computer. I knew I wouldn't be getting to sleep tonight.
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