Chapter 5
One of the few joys of being a teenager again was the excitement of sneaking off to get drunk with your friends. Something about doing it illegally and having to get away with it makes it 50% better.
Amy was my best friend, met through our freshman year musical, Hairspray. Amy did tech while I was in the ensemble because normally freshmen don’t get named roles. Even though I so deserved it.
Anyways. Amy was a monster when it came to drinking and partying. She was going to become insane in college, and I maybe saw some AA meetings in her future. Maybe. Hopefully she’d just get herself partied out one day.
This guy in Amy’s English class said his parents were away and he was throwing a party, and like devious little teenagers we were, we did the old sneaking out Amy’s window and onto the fire escape after making sure her parents were asleep.
The best part about getting drunk with Amy was the inevitable drunken walk home.
Normally there were more of us, a group big enough that we didn’t really have to worry about getting dragged into a dark alley-way or something. But Amy and I left early, since we had rehearsal in the morning and needed enough time to sleep off the hangover.
It was late enough that Matt was probably going around doing flips and stuff from roof to roof. I felt fine with the ten minute walk to Amy’s apartment.
We were literally two minutes from Amy’s apartment when shit went down.
“Shit went down” being a gun getting pulled on us.
Now, I wasn’t sure if Hell’s Kitchen really was this fucking deranged, like to the point where everyone was getting mugged or assaulted 24/7. Maybe it was the MCU influence, like aliens fell from the sky and now crime rates have to go up in Hell’s Kitchen.
Actually, that’s probably it.
Moving on.
I was too drunk for this, and if I was too drunk, then Amy was on another planet.
So, there was a gun on us. The dude holding the gun had his hood up and asked for our wallets. I frowned at him.
“Don’t got a wallet,” My voice was way too slurred. Oops. I was drunker than I thought. “Don’t bring a wallet to a party, stupid. You’re stupid.”
“So stupid!” Amy agreed with a giggle.
“Shut up!” The dude with a gun said, “Give me everything in your pockets!”
I reached into my pocket, feeling around. One had my phone and the other had a packet of gum I’m pretty sure I stole from Connor Moore.
“I have gum,” I offered.
Amy handed him a lip gloss, cherry flavored. He didn’t take it. Pity, it was a really cute color.
“Oh my God,” I said, squinting my eyes, “is this a goddamn robbery?”
“Yes!”
“Ohhh, shit,” I turned her head to look at Amy, “Ames, we’re being robbed.”
“Oh shit,” Amy shoved her lip gloss back into her pocket, “Oh no, I’m too drunk.”
“I’m too drunk!”
“ Shut up !”
Something fell from the sky, I was pretty sure it was Matt. I giggled a little, leaning against Amy, “Devil’s here.”
“Oh, shit !” Amy giggled this time, “Oh wow, he’s real?”
“Yeah!” And then I frowned, sighing, “Oh my God, he’s gonna tell my parents. Or worse! He’s gonna tell my brother.
“Huh? Why is he gonna tell your parents?”
“Because he sucks.”
Amy and I watched as Matt did his ninja bullshit to get the gun out of the guy’s hand, who had probably pissed himself by this point. I would piss myself if a guy dressed in all-black dropped from the heavens to beat me up
“Well,” I said, suddenly tired, “I wanna go sleep now.”
“Me too,” Amy agreed, “Wanna start walking again?”
“Yeah, yeah I do.”
We locked elbows, and walked away from Matt. I would call him tomorrow.